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 �>�The Therapist and the Nymphomaniac by Master Jonathan Copyright�(C) 2021
by Master Jonathan

   Chapter 1

   Elizabeth McGowan sat in the waiting room of the psychiatrist -(TM)s
office, wringing her hands nervously.  She didn -(TM)t want to be there,
but she had been ordered by the court on a referral by her former
psychiatrist who could do no more to help her.

   A couple weeks earlier, Elizabeth had been arrested when the bartender
of the establishment she was in called the cops after learning she was
blowing and fucking guys in the restroom.  She was doing it right in the
middle of the floor, not even trying to be discrete about it.  When the
officer found her, she was bent over the bathroom counter watching her own
face in the mirror as some half-gassed bar patron was driving his large
cock into her greedy cunt.  Because she wasn -(TM)t charging money or
getting any kind of compensation for her services, they couldn -(TM)t make
prostitution stick.  So the charge was reduced to  -�lewd and lascivious
behavior -�.

   In court, her previous psychiatrist, Dr.  Wilkinson, testified that
Elizabeth was a good person, she just had a lack of self-control when it
came to sex.  She was diagnosed as a nymphomaniac and although she had seen
several psychiatrists, counselors, and even her clergyman, nothing seemed
to help.

   But the psychiatrist had heard of one other in his field who -(TM)d had
some rather remarkable success in treating different aberrant behaviors
using hypnosis along with other therapies.  He suggested to the judge
hearing the case that jail wasn -(TM)t the place for Elizabeth because she
wasn -(TM)t deliberately trying to break the law  -" she wasn -(TM)t in
control of her actions when she was doing these things.  Basically, putting
her in jail would be punishing her for something she didn -(TM)t do!

   So upon recommendation from her former doctor, the judge ordered her to
seek the help of this  -�miracle worker -� doctor.

   But before the new doctor saw Elizabeth, he needed to know a bit about
the case.  So Dr.  Wilkinson made a phone call.

    -�Hello, this is Dr.  Addams office, can I help you? -� the
receptionist answered the phone.

    -�Yes, this is Dr.  Wilkinson calling.  May I please speak to Dr. 
Addams?  It -(TM)s about a patient referral, -� he said.

    -�Of course doctor.  Please hold a moment, -� she said.

   Then Dr.  Addams got on the phone.   -�This is Dr.  Addams, how can I
help you? -�

    -�Dr.  Addams, I have a patient here that I need your help with.  I
-(TM)m afraid I can -(TM)t do anything more for her and she is in trouble
with the court system.  I told the judge in her case that you have had a
lot of success using hypnosis and other therapies that I don -(TM)t use. 
He suggested you have a look at the case and meet with her and see if you
can help her.  I don -(TM)t know, but I -(TM)m afraid if you can -(TM)t
help her she may wind up in jail! -�

    -�I see, so this is a serious legal matter then.  So what is her
problem? -� Dr.  Addams asked.

    -�It -(TM)s a sexual dysfunction.  I am sending over her file for you
to read through.  It will explain her case and everything that has been
tried.  You should get her file today or early tomorrow.  She needs your
help if you can help her, -� he said.

    -�Well, I can -(TM)t make any promises, of course, but I will have a
look.  I don -(TM)t like to see anyone go to jail for what they can -(TM)t
control, -� Dr.  Addams said.

    -�I agree.  Thanks for your help.  I will tell her and the courts so
they are aware of what -(TM)s going on as well, -� Dr.  Wilkinson said.

   The next day, Dr.  Addams couldn -(TM)t wait for the file on this
patient to reach his desk.  Dr.  Wilkinsons words kept replaying over and
over in his mind.  He wondered what kind of sexual dysfunction could have
this patient in trouble with the law and why no one seemed to be able to
help her.When the courier arrived with the unmarked brown manila envelope,
Dr.  Addams was quite excited to read it.  He wanted to find out more about
this  -�very special case. -� So as soon as the courier left, Dr.  Addams
shut his door and began reading.

   It was quite a file too!  In fact, Dr.  Addams couldn -(TM)t remember
ever seeing a file so thick.  This poor woman had really been through the
ringer when it came to seeking help.  And from the looks of things, she
didn -(TM)t receive much in the way of help along the way.  Just a lot of 
-�I understand -� and  -�Maybe we could try this -� and  -�I can -(TM)t
help you but maybe this person can -�.  She was handed off like a Christmas
fruitcake no one wanted!

   As he skimmed through the encyclopedia-thick file he saw an evaluation
that stated the woman  -�suffers from an aberrant nymphomaniac dysfunction
that produces an irrational need for sexual gratification.  She suffers
from an inability to judge appropriate settings and times for these sexual
encounters leading to uncomfortable social interactions and trouble with
others. -� This was going to be an interesting and challenging case to be
sure!

   Now Elizabeth was waiting to see what this new doctor had to say.  She
wasn -(TM)t holding out much hope  -" most of the doctors either told her
flat out they couldn -(TM)t help her or if they did decide to try, it never
lasted very long.  So she didn -(TM)t figure this doctor would be any
different ...  and she was quickly running out of mental health
professionals!

   Suddenly the door opened up and a woman walked out.   -�Thank you so
much, Dr.  Addams.  I will give your suggestion a try and see if that
helps. I will make an appointment with your receptionist for two weeks from
today for a follow-up, -� she said.  Then she turned to the receptionist
and Dr.  Addams turned his attention to Elizabeth.

    -�Won -(TM)t you come in? -� he said smiling.  Elizabeth got up and
nervously walked into the doctor -(TM)s office.   -�My name is Peter.  I
like to use first names here because it puts people more at ease.  Not too
many people feel comfortable in a psychiatrist -(TM)s office  -" they
always think I am examining them even when I am just talking with them!  We
psychiatrists are just above dentists on the  -~Friendly Doctor Meter
-(TM)! -� he said, smiling.

   His friendly smile and self-deprecating manner made her smile and she
relaxed a little.   -�Please have a seat and let -(TM)s talk a little shall
we?  I want to know more about you.  I looked through your file  -" which
is quite large  -" but that is from other doctors ...  I want to know what
you think, -� he said.

   This was something that she hadn -(TM)t really expected.  Most of her
past doctors took what was in the file and didn -(TM)t really ask her
opinions or what she thought  -" it was almost as if what was in her head
wasn -(TM)t the issue.  They just wanted a quick and easy diagnosis so they
could get to the billing part!

    -�Well doctor, I -(TM)m not really sure.  I mean I think I am pretty
normal.  But from time to time it -(TM)s like I go to another place.  I
-(TM)m not sure what is going on around me and I feel kind of disconnected
to everything.  Then the feeling passes and I find that I have had sex with
someone  -" either man or woman, but usually men.  Or sometimes I have just
taken my clothes off and danced on a table naked or done some other
sexually explicit something or other.  More than a few times I woke up in
the back of a police car or in a cell at the local police station.

    -�I don -(TM)t know what -(TM)s wrong with me.  I can -(TM)t help these
 -~episodes -(TM) as I call them, and I can -(TM)t control when or where
they will hit me.  I even tried locking myself in my house, but if I lock
the door, I can unlock it.  It -(TM)s only when the door is locked from the
outside that I am safe  -" if there -(TM)s no other way out ...  like a
jail cell, -� she said.

   She looked down at the floor and sighed heavily.  You probably think I
-(TM)m pretty broken after reading my file, don -(TM)t you?  It -(TM)s all
right ...  I -(TM)m beginning to think I -(TM)m broken any more as well, -�
she said sadly.

    -�Look at me Elizabeth.  I don -(TM)t care about your file ...  It
seems to be a rather harsh diagnosis to me and it -(TM)s just other doctors
opinions  -" none of whom seem to have done a lot to help you.  I will form
my own opinions on what -(TM)s going on based on what I see and what you
tell me.  I actually don -(TM)t do things like most psychotherapists
usually do.  I have my own approach to treating my patients and, if you don
-(TM)t mind me tooting my own horn a bit, it -(TM)s an approach I have had
quite a bit of success with.

    -�I don -(TM)t see people as being broken or damaged.  Whether you are
tall, short, smart, sad, happy ...  we -(TM)re all equal and on the same
level.  We just want to be happy.  And if there is something in the way of
you finding that happiness, well it -(TM)s my job to find out what it is if
I can so we can either remove it or go around it.  Now I just need some
basic information about you.  Then if I feel a relaxation session is
needed, we -(TM)ll do that, -� he said.

   Elizabeth replied,  -�That sounds good to me too.  You are much
different than the other therapists I -(TM)ve been to see ...  nicer and
more friendly. -� She gave him a timid little smile.

    -�Let -(TM)s start at the beginning since I -(TM)ve found that -(TM)s
where most problems start too.  I read from your file that you didn -(TM)t
have the rosiest of childhoods, -� he said.

    -�That -(TM)s right.  My father left us when I was just a baby ...  Mom
said I was about nine months old when he split on us, -� she said.

    -�So your father wasn -(TM)t there for any of your birthdays? -� he
asked.

    -�No.  Once he left, we never saw him again.  I don -(TM)t know where
he -(TM)s at, if he -(TM)s alive or dead, or even his name to look for him
-" not that I would want to find him, -� she said.

    -�I see.  Go on then, -� he said.

    -�Anyway, Mom and I made the best life we could.  She worked as a
waitress and we managed to stay one step ...  one small step ...  ahead of
the bill collectors.  But the stress of working and raising a kid alone got
to be too much for her, and she began drinking to forget her troubles for a
while.  The drinking turned to pills and while she never got heavily into
drugs  -" we couldn -(TM)t afford it anyway  -" she soon became an
alcoholic and pill popper.  And from the age of about nine or ten, I pretty
much raised myself.

    -�When Mom was lucid everything was good, but more and more I had to
fend for myself when it came to meals.  It started slowly, only once in
awhile would she go on a bender.  But as time went on and once in a while
wasn -(TM)t enough, it got more and more frequent.  I began to watch
cooking shows to learn how to cook for myself and ate a lot of microwave
meals until I did.  Finally, Mom -(TM)s body, and her will, gave out.  I
had just turned eighteen when she passed away.

    -�That -(TM)s when I began having these  -~episodes -(TM) or whatever
they are.  They started soon after Mom died.  And I -(TM)ve been seeing
shrinks and doctors ever since.  I -(TM)ve had x-rays, CAT scans, MRI
-(TM)s and every kind of test you can imagine but nobody ever finds
anything.  Physically, there -(TM)s nothing wrong with me, -� she pointed
to her head,  -�but up here there -(TM)s something going on that no one can
figure out, -� Elizabeth said.

    -�That is what I am going to try to help you find out.  How often do
you have these episodes as you call them? -� he asked.

    -�They vary ...  sometimes I can go a few months without one.  Other
times it seems like I have them once a week or so, -� she said.

    -�Interesting.  Do you have any idea what might set them off?  Does
anything unusual happen before you have one of these episodes? -� Dr. 
Addams asked.

    -�No, not really.  Sometimes if I am under a lot of pressure, they seem
to be a bit more frequent.  But what can you do about pressure?  I mean, we
are all under pressure from time to time, right? -� she said.

    -�Yes, that -(TM)s true.  But sometimes pressure can build and if we
can -(TM)t find a way to release it, it can become too much and we lash out
or act out as a relief mechanism.  Just like the relief valve on your
pressure cooker vents the internal pressure of the pot, if it didn -(TM)t
work for some reason the whole thing might explode.  You -(TM)re  -~relief
valve -(TM) may not be functioning properly, -� he said.

    -�What can we do about that, doctor? -� Elizabeth asked.

    -�First we -(TM)ll have to see if that -(TM)s the problem and why it
isn -(TM)t working.  Then we can see about helping to fix it, -� he said.
Then he took her hand and looked her in the eyes.   -�Don -(TM)t worry
Elizabeth, we will figure this out together.  I am not in the habit of
throwing in the towel on my patients.  I have never quit on a patient yet,
and I -(TM)m not going to make you my first! -�

   Elizabeth smiled,  -�Thank you, doctor.  That means a lot to me, -� she
said.

    -�It -(TM)s Peter, and you are welcome.  Now you have told me that
these episodes often come when you are under pressure, I am going to
suggest you come stay with me so I can monitor you for a while.  I need to
witness one of these episodes, so I can see what goes on, since you say you
don -(TM)t really remember what happens during them, -� he said.

    -�You want me to come stay with you?  At your house? -� she asked.

    -�That -(TM)s right.  I have a large house with four bedrooms and two
and a half bathrooms.  There -(TM)s plenty of room since I live alone.  And
this way I can monitor you more closely and when one of these episodes
occurs, I can see what you go through during them, -� he said.

    -�I suppose that would be all right.  When would you like me to come
over? -� she asked.

    -�The sooner we get started, the sooner we can figure all this out. 
When would you be able to come over? -� he asked.

    -�All right, is this weekend okay?  That would give me a couple days to
gather some things  -" clothes and toiletries and things, -� she asked.

    -�That would be fine.  I will have a room made up for you and you will
have your own bathroom as well.  And of course, you will have run of the
rest of the house as well, -� he said.

    -�Thank you, doctor.  I know this is an inconvenience for you, having a
strange woman in your house.  I do appreciate your help very much, -�
Elizabeth said.

    -�Don -(TM)t worry about it.  It will be nice to have some company in
the house for a change!  That -(TM)s a big house to just puttering around
alone in, -� he said.   -�Besides, I make lousy conversation with myself!
-�

   And so three days later, Peter was home when there was a knock on the
front door.   -�Hi Elizabeth, I -(TM)ve been expecting you.  Come on in and
make yourself at home.  Is this all you brought? -� he asked, looking at
the small suitcase and makeup case.

    -�There -(TM)s one more suitcase in the car.  Oh, I parked it in the
driveway ...  I hope that -(TM)s okay? -� she said.

    -�We can move it into the garage later.  It will be safe in there, -�
Peter said.

    -�I really appreciate all this, Peter, and I don -(TM)t plan on making
this a spa vacation  -" I want to pull my weight around here too.  You have
been so kind, I want to help out with the chores while I -(TM)m here, -�
she said.

    -�That -(TM)s not really necessary, Elizabeth, I... -� he started to
say.

    -�No, I insist!  You are helping me, so let me help you a little ... 
please, -� she said.

   He smiled.   -�Okay, let me show you to your room, and then I -(TM)ll
bring that other suitcase in, -� he said.  He led her down the hallway to
one of the spare bedrooms.   -�Here you go.  You can call this your room
while you are here.  There -(TM)s a bathroom right across the hall you can
use too.  I have an ensuite in my bedroom which I use most of the time and
there -(TM)s another bathroom as well.  Once you are settled in I will give
you the nickel tour. -�

   He left her in the bedroom to unpack while he went to get the other bag.
He made sure the car was locked and then came in with the suitcase, which
had wheels so it was easy to roll around.  He left her to unpack and get
organized while he went into the living room to wait for her.  A few
minutes later she came in and then he showed her around.

    -�You have a very lovely home, Peter.  I live in a small one bedroom
apartment on a third-floor walk-up.  It -(TM)s a pain to buy groceries, so
I have to buy just what I will need for one or two days at a time. 
Whatever I can carry up the stairs in only a couple trips!

    -�Fortunately, I only have to eat at home one meal a day except on the
weekends.  That cuts down the grocery store trips considerably.  I usually
grab a cinnamon roll and coffee or juice on my way to work and then eat
lunch at work, so dinner is the only time I eat at home during the week. 
And since I only cook for myself, I don -(TM)t eat fancy.  It -(TM)s going
to be fun cooking for someone else for a change! -� she giggled.

    -�Well, you won -(TM)t have to cook tonight.  Since this is your first
night here, I thought we -(TM)d go out to dinner tonight  -" I don -(TM)t
want to throw a lot at you right off, -� Peter said.

    -�Ooh, I like that idea! -� Elizabeth said.   -�What were you thinking?
-�

    -�How does Mexican food sound? -� he asked.   -� I know that  -~Los
Tres Hermanos -(TM) has pretty good food ...  it -(TM)s one of my
favorites. -�

    -�That sounds wonderful.  I like Mexican food too, -� she said.

    -�Good.  But before we go to dinner, I want to talk to you about
something, -� Peter said taking her over to the sofa to sit down.

    -�Umm ...  what is it, Peter? -� she asked a little uncertainly.

    -�I invited you to come stay with me so I could observe you and
hopefully observe one of your episodes.  But I also need to know what
triggers them and how you come out of them.  I need to see the before and
the after as well as the event itself, understand?  So I want you to think
of this as your home.  I don -(TM)t want you acting special just because
you are a guest here.  Until we figure this out, this is your home, okay?
-� he said.

    -�Yes, Peter, I understand and I -(TM)ll try.  Thank you.  I wish I
-(TM)d come to you a long time ago! -� she said.

   After their talk, they headed out to the restaurant.  They had a nice
meal and talked some more.  He told her a little about himself figuring
that it might help her open up and be herself more if she knew as much
about him as he knew about her.

    -�I was born and grew up in Racine, Wisconsin, graduating from high
school there.  Then I went to college in Dallas and after I got my degree
in psychology, I was so used to the warm weather here I decided to stay.  I
set up my practice in Dallas and have been here ever since.  I tried living
in Dallas for awhile but it is simply too busy and  -~big city -(TM) for
me. So I moved to Garland here and bought my home.  It -(TM)s only thirty
minutes or so from work but it gets me out of the craziness of Dallas
itself, -� he said.

    -�I can understand that.  I was born and raised in Savannah, Georgia,
and moved out here after Mom died.  I needed a change of pace.  I guess Mom
-(TM)s death and the change of location wasn -(TM)t such a good combination
for me, -� she said, looking down.

    -�I thought I detected a bit of a drawl! -� he said, trying to cheer
her up.

    -�Oh my God!  Is it that obvious? -� she said, covering her mouth.

   Peter chuckled,  -�Only a little bit ...  every so often.  Don -(TM)t
worry though, I think it -(TM)s nice.  I always did have a thing for you
Southern gals! -�

    -�Well, I -(TM)ve been trying to get rid of it!  It -(TM)s hard to be
taken seriously sometimes when you use phrases like ya -(TM)ll! -�
Elizabeth said.

    -�I don -(TM)t know ...  personally, I find a Southern drawl kind of
sexy  -" especially when it comes from an attractive woman, -� he said. 
Elizabeth looked up at him as if she wasn -(TM)t sure what she -(TM)d just
heard.  Then it registered and she blushed charmingly.   -�Thank you, -�
she whispered.

   After dinner, they went back home.  Peter put both cars in the garage
for the night and then they went into the house.  They went into the living
room and sat down on the sofa.  She sat with some distance between them and
he could see she was a bit uncomfortable  -" not quite sure what would come
next.

    -�Elizabeth, you can relax.  I -(TM)m not going to make a move on you
or anything.  You don -(TM)t have to worry about that.  I didn -(TM)t
invite you here with some ulterior motive in mind.  Now would you like a
soda or something? -� he asked her.

    -�Yes, thank you, -� she said blushing.  He went to get their soda
-(TM)s and came back setting them side by side on the table in front of
her. Then he sat down, again leaving a little comfort zone for her.  But
before she picked up her drink she turned to him.

    -�Peter I -(TM)m sorry.  You have been so nice and so sweet and I have
been acting like you are going to pounce on me at any moment.  It -(TM)s
just when you have what I have, it makes you very careful of the message
you send out.  I always worry that I might be causing these episodes by
subconsciously projecting that I want something to happen.  So I have
learned to be ...  well, to be a prude so that men won -(TM)t get the wrong
impression.  I -(TM)m sorry I -(TM)ve been so reserved, so offish.  You don
-(TM)t deserve that, -� she said looking down at her lap as she spoke.

    -�Elizabeth, you have struggled with this problem for a long time.  And
it has caused you a lot of trouble and embarrassment.  It -(TM)s
understandable that it would make you leery and cautious  -" of yourself as
well as of others.  It -(TM)s okay.  I understand.  Don -(TM)t worry  -" we
will get to the bottom of this and I will do my best to fix it.  I have
helped a lot of people with some very difficult and serious problems
successfully.  And I like a challenge!  Besides ...  you can -(TM)t beat
the company!

    -�Thank you, Peter, you are the nicest, sweetest, man I know! -� she
said blushing again.

   They sat together watching TV and talking, just enjoying not having to
spend another evening alone.  But eventually, the time came for them to
head to their bedrooms and turn in for the night.  Peter allowed Elizabeth
to go to bed first while he made sure the house was locked up and
everything was turned off.  Then he went to his room and went to bed,
wondering what tomorrow would bring.  It would turn out to be a very
memorable day...



   Chapter 2

   The next morning, Elizabeth woke to the smell of fresh-brewed coffee. 
For a couple seconds, she wasn -(TM)t sure where she was or how she got
there.  She looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings.  Then she saw her
empty suitcases stacked neatly in a corner and it clicked.  She felt relief
wash over her and she got out of bed.  Without a nightgown (she had
forgotten to pack hers), she wore only an oversized sleepshirt and her
panties  -" what she normally wore around her own house.  She came out of
her room, following the smell of coffee, to the kitchen where Peter was
pouring himself his first cup as well.

    -�Good morning!  How about a cup of starting fluid? -� he asked.

    -�Yes, please.  I have to admit, I was a bit startled this morning ...
waking up in a strange room.  My first thought was  -~Oh no, not again!
-(TM) but then I saw my suitcases in the corner and I remembered, -� she
said sheepishly.

    -�Well, I -(TM)m glad you remembered ...  it probably wouldn -(TM)t
have helped any if I had come in to see why you were screaming! -� he
chuckled.

    -�No, I suppose not! -� she smiled.  The two sat down to enjoy their
coffee.  Peter noticed that Elizabeth was glancing up at him over her cup
secretly, looking away when he caught her.  Peter had put on his sweatpants
and a tight white t-shirt.  Normally, he only wore his sweatpants throwing
on a shirt if need be for delivery people or visitors.  But with company
now, he wore the t-shirt for her comfort.

    -�Peter, unless you have something else planned, I would like to take a
shower? -� Elizabeth asked.

    -�Certainly.  I thought we -(TM)d go to the store and buy some
groceries  -" I didn -(TM)t know what you liked to eat or if there was
something special, like you were a vegetarian or lactose intolerant or ate
gluten-free or something.  But we can do that this afternoon or whatever,
-� he said.

    -�No, I -(TM)m none of those.  I -(TM)m just a regular meat and
potatoes kinda girl.  I -(TM)m kind of adventurous when it comes to food 
-" I like to try new things.  Some work out, some don -(TM)t, but you never
know till you try right? -� she said.

    -�That -(TM)s right.  Okay, I -(TM)ve got a little work to do in the
study while you are showering and then I -(TM)ll be out here if I get done
before you, -� he said.

   So Elizabeth went back to take a shower and Peter poured himself another
cup of coffee and went into the study to work.  He had been in there typing
away for about twenty-five minutes when he heard the door to his study
creak open.  He turned around expecting to see Elizabeth, but he didn
-(TM)t expect to see her like THIS!

    -�Elizabeth!  W-what are you doing? -� he asked, stunned at her
appearance.  Elizabeth was standing in the doorway to his study with her
hair damp from the shower and only a towel wrapped around her.   -�Do you
need something, Elizabeth? -� he asked.

    -�Mmmhmm, -� she said, as she came closer.  She opened her towel and he
saw she was completely naked.   -�I need you, baby, -� she said lustily. 
She dropped the towel as she walked up to him.   -�I need you so bad, baby,
I need you so bad. -� She came up to him and ran one hand through his hair
as she touched his lips.   -�I need these lips to kiss me -� ...  she took
his hand and put it on her naked tit.   -�I need these hands all over my
body -� ...  she reached down and cupped his cock,  -�And I need this big
fat cock deep in my hot wet pussy, -� she whispered lustfully.

   Elizabeth pushed him down in his chair and climbed on his lap straddling
him and facing him.  She reached down and pulled his t-shirt off him. 
Peter was too stunned to offer any kind of resistance.  Elizabeth reached
down and took his hands placing them on her tits and then reached forward
to pull his face to hers in a deep passionate kiss.

   She parted her lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth wanting to find
a playmate there.  She ground her bare pussy on his lap moaning as she felt
him getting harder.  He couldn -(TM)t help himself.  Elizabeth was a very
lovely woman and she couldn -(TM)t have thrown herself at him any more than
she was!  She was practically begging him to take her and ravish her!

   Any other time or with any other woman he -(TM)d have done just that. 
But he knew that it wasn -(TM)t Elizabeth his patient on his lap right
then. This was the Elizabeth that came out to play during her episodes ...
the one that got her in trouble at the bar and the one he was called on to
figure out.  And while he would have been more than happy to take her up on
her appealing offer, he knew that it wasn -(TM)t a legitimate offer  -" she
was under some kind of mental shift.

   Peter was a professional and knew what needed to be done.   -�Okay baby,
why don -(TM)t we go to the bedroom and I will make you feel real good, -�
he said.  She hopped off his lap and took his hand, leading him through the
house to the bedroom.  She was going to walk to the master bedroom, but he
stopped.   -�Why don -(TM)t we go in here?  It will be more fun in this bed
...  smaller and more intimate, -� he said.

   Elizabeth grinned and went inside.  She got up into bed and he acted as
if he was going to join her.   -�Oops, just a second, baby, I left the
coffee pot going.  Don -(TM)t go anywhere, I -(TM)ll be right back! -� he
said.  Elizabeth nodded giggling and laid down on the bed.  He left the
bedroom closing the door and waving goodbye playfully.  He shut the door
and went into the living room and sat down on the sofa, glad to have
avoided the situation.

   Peter had been in the living room for about thirty minutes, recounting
in his mind everything that happened and writing down some notes when
Elizabeth walked into the living room  -" this time properly dressed.

    -�Have a good shower? -� he asked tentatively.  He wasn -(TM)t
completely certain who he was talking to!

    -�Oh yes, it was very nice.  I feel so much better.  Is that the
grocery list? -� she asked.

    -�Not exactly.  Sit down a minute please, Elizabeth, -� he said. 
Elizabeth sat down on the sofa looking at him with concern.

    -�Elizabeth do you remember coming into my study a few minutes ago? -�
he asked.

    -�What?  No ...  OH GOD!  NO!  Please say I didn -(TM)t do something
stupid!  Oh, GOD!  Oh, I -(TM)m so embarrassed! -� she said, as she put her
face in her hands.

   He put his arm around her.   -�It -(TM)s all right Elizabeth.  This is
what I needed to see.  I needed to see what I was dealing with and now I
know.  You truly aren -(TM)t aware of what you do or remember anything
about it.  It -(TM)s like you blackout but you still are awake and
functioning ...  only it -(TM)s a different version of you. -�

    -�I -(TM)m so sorry, Peter!  God, I feel so foolish ...  I just want to
crawl into a hole!  Here you have been so nice, so wonderful and I go and
do something like this! -� she said.  He went and got a box of tissue for
her and dried her eyes.

    -�Now, now, Elizabeth, don -(TM)t feel so bad about it.  I knew that
something was going to happen  -" I wanted to see what you were like. 
Granted, I was a bit taken aback by it happening so soon, but hey that
-(TM)s why I -(TM)m a shrink!  And now that I know a bit about it, we can
try some things that may just be able to help solve this dilemma, -� he
said.

    -�Really? -� she sniffed,  -�Do you really think you can help me? -�

    -�I can -(TM)t make any promises of course but I -(TM)m not going to
stop trying until do.  So dry your eyes and don -(TM)t beat yourself up
about it.  Oh, and just so you know ...  it was a very tempting offer you
made me!  Had the situation been different... -� he said.

   She smiled at that and stopped crying.

   When Peter got dressed, they decided it was a good time to go to the
grocery store and get the shopping over with before the crowds hit the
store.  On the way, Elizabeth started asking some questions about her
condition and the treatment he thought might help her.

    -�Peter, what -(TM)s wrong with me? -� she asked him point blank.  
-�Why do I do this sort of thing?  I -(TM)m not like that really.  I -(TM)m
not a slut or a whore. -�

    -�Well Elizabeth, I don -(TM)t really know for sure why you do it.  It
could be that the death of your mother and knowing that you were now alone
in the world triggered it.  It could go farther back than that ...  back to
your father -(TM)s abandoning you even.  Perhaps a boy that you really
liked dumped you and you had been rejected so much you just felt worthless
and this was how you got attention.  Or it could be a combination of things
that caused it.

    -�Whatever brought it about, what happens, it would seem, is that you
have a personality split.  There are two Elizabeth McGowans ...  one that I
am talking to now  -" sweet, well-mannered and polite one that is confused
about what -(TM)s happening to her, and the other Elizabeth ...  the
naughty sexually promiscuous, wanton little slut Elizabeth.

    -�Now what we need to do is try to bring the two Elizabeths back
together and establish the good Elizabeth as the dominant one.  That way
you can control your naughty side, keeping it from coming out and getting
you in trouble, -� he explained.

    -�How do we do that? -� she asked.

    -�Elizabeth, one of the therapies I use is hypnosis.  With it, I can
get people to stop annoying and dangerous habits like smoking and drinking
as well as cure things like stuttering and OCD symptoms.  I would like to
see if hypnosis can help bring the two side of you together, -� he said.

    -�Is it dangerous? -� Elizabeth asked.   -�I -(TM)ve never been
hypnotized before.  I -(TM)ve never even known anyone that has. -�

    -�Not at all, Elizabeth.  I simply put you under hypnosis, give you a
suggestion  -" in your case, it would be something like you will control
the urge to have sex with others inappropriately  -" and then wake you back
up.  And all those old wive -(TM)s tales about hypnotists making a subject
do things that they normally wouldn -(TM)t are just that  -" old wive
-(TM)s tales.

    -�No hypnosis is going to make a person do what they don -(TM)t want to
do.  You can -(TM)t turn a good, conservative, puritan woman into a slut
any more than making them cluck like a chicken can get them to lay an egg.
Hypnosis only can help a person by giving them the confidence and belief in
themselves to do what they want to do anyway.  If you want to stop being
this other Elizabeth, then hypnosis can help you.  But if you want to be
this Elizabeth, then you will just ignore my directions and continue being
her, -� he explained.

    -�Peter, I am willing to try anything to fix this.  I can -(TM)t keep
going on like this  -" never knowing when one of these episodes will
happen, who or what I will do during it, or where I will be when I come out
of it.  It -(TM)s not an acceptable way of life!  I almost wish I would go
to jail  -" at least there I could feel relatively safe! -� she said.

    -�Elizabeth, before we do something that drastic, would you be willing
to give my hypnosis a try and see if I can help you?  Believe me, you will
be safe  -" I won -(TM)t let you go home until I know that you are merged
and won -(TM)t have a setback.  Even if that means you will stay with me
for a few months, I want to be sure I have blended your two personalities
and that these episodes are over with, -� he said.

    -�I don -(TM)t know, Peter.  I don -(TM)t want to be a bother or
anything  -" I mean it -(TM)s one thing to stay for a night or two, but for
months ...  won -(TM)t you get tired of me hanging around?  And what if you
want to go out and do something? -� she said.

    -�Elizabeth, I don -(TM)t have much of a social life.  Very few friends
and nothing significant.  So my  -~going out and doing something -(TM)
consists of going to the store or maybe to the video store to get a movie
to bring home and watch.  And that is very rare.  I am not a party-goer or
sports bar kind of man.  Work and home are my domains.

    -�As for you being a bother, trust me when I tell you that having you
here is a real treat for me.  I am allergic to cats and dogs so I can
-(TM)t have a pet, so there -(TM)s only me here at home ...  and I make
lousy company for me.  It -(TM)s nice to have another living soul in the
house and someone I can have a conversation with besides myself.  I am
completely enjoying having you here so no, you are no bother and no, I won
-(TM)t get tired of you hanging around, -� Peter said.

    -�But what about work and my apartment?  What am I going to do about
those things? -� she said.

    -�I will take care of that.  I will tell your work that you are
undergoing medical treatment.  They will hire a temp or something but your
job will be there when you are ready to go back.  As for your apartment,
well, I will take care of that too.  I will speak to your landlord and make
sure your apartment stays yours until you go back to it.  This treatment is
court-ordered which gives me a lot of leverage to deal with things like
this.  As long as you are undergoing treatment ordered by the courts, they
can -(TM)t fire you or give away your apartment, -� he said.

    -�Without a job I won -(TM)t be able to pay my bills or contribute my
share to the food or utility bills at your house, -� she said.

    -�Elizabeth, you let me worry about all that, okay?  I just want you to
focus on getting better  -" that -(TM)s all I care about.  The rest of this
stuff I will deal with.  Your job is to just relax, not get stressed, and
get better.  Will you do that for me? -� he asked.

    -�Oh Peter, you are a wonderful, sweet man!  Yes, I will do whatever
you think is right.  I will go under hypnosis if you think it will help me
and I will stay with you ...  but only as long as it takes for me to get
better  -" I don -(TM)t want to become a mooch or a burden! -� she said.

    -�It -(TM)s a deal, then.  Since you just had an episode today, I think
we should wait a day or two before we start the hypnosis.  I want to put
you under while you are you and not cause you to drift back to the naughty
Elizabeth.  I want to hypnotize you, not her.  You are the personality we
want to be the dominant one, -� he said.

    -�Okay, Peter whatever you think is right, -� she said.

    -�Also we need a way to determine which personality is present.  So let
-(TM)s do this: if it -(TM)s you  -" the sweet, nice, good Elizabeth, that
-(TM)s what we will call you.  If the naughty sexual version of you is out,
we -(TM)ll call her Beth.  That way when I ask who I -(TM)m talking to, I
will know and can deal with that then.  Okay? -� he said.

    -�Okay that sounds like a good idea, -� Elizabeth said.   -�I hope you
can help me.  Beth just gets me in trouble and one of these days she -(TM)s
going to go too far! -�

   It was a couple days later when Peter and Elizabeth were sitting in the
living room together.  They had finished breakfast about an hour previously
and were just watching TV.

    -�Elizabeth, it -(TM)s been a couple days since Beth has been around
... how would you feel about giving that hypnosis treatment a shot? -� he
asked.

    -�Um ...  I guess so, -� she said.  Elizabeth didn -(TM)t want to tell
him, but she was having a very nice time being with Peter and wasn -(TM)t
really excited about the idea of going back to her old life, even if she
was cured.  Like Peter, she just stayed at home alone when she wasn -(TM)t
working, and it was nice to be with someone else for a change.  She enjoyed
cooking and cleaning for him and was secretly hoping that the hypnosis
wouldn -(TM)t work right away so she could stay with him for a while.

   Peter pulled out his pocket watch.   -�Okay then, lay down here on the
sofa and get comfortable, -� he said.  He brought a chair from the dining
room and placed it next to her head on the sofa.   -�Okay, now I want you
to just relax and watch the watch.  Don -(TM)t think of anything else just
let me do all the work.  Trust me, Elizabeth, just watch the watch. -� He
began swaying it back and forth a little and Elizabeth watched the moving
timepiece.

    -�Now listen to my voice.  You are getting sleepy ...  very sleepy. 
Your eyes are getting heavy ...  you can barely keep them open.  You are
relaxed and warm and happy.  You are so tired ...  all you want to do is
sleep.  Now sleep, Elizabeth, sleep, -� he said.

   Elizabeth was completely unconscious.  Peter had her under his hypnotic
spell and now he was going to try to implant a suggestion that would help
her merge her two personalities.

    -�Now Elizabeth, I -(TM)m going to try to merge your personalities. 
You are going to become the dominant personality and Beth will be under
your control.  You will determine when and if she comes forward and she
will be obedient to you, -� he said calmly in a monotone voice.

    -�Now repeat after me,  -~Elizabeth is the boss, -(TM) -� he said.  She
repeated his words.   -�Beth is obedient to Elizabeth, -� Again she
repeated his words.   -�Elizabeth makes the rules for Beth, -� he said and
Elizabeth repeated them once more.

    -�Okay good.  Now I am going to wake you up, Elizabeth.  When I wake
you up, the suggestions I had you repeat will stay with you.  Beth will be
submissive to you and your rules and word will be hers to obey.  You
control her now, and she must obey you.  I am going to count backward from
five to one.  When I get to one, I will snap my fingers and you will
awaken. You will not remember any of what was said or done here, but it
will remain in your subconscious.  Ready?  Five ...  four ...  three ... 
two ...  one... -� Peter snapped his fingers and Elizabeth woke up.

    -�Did it work, Peter?  Am I cured? -� she asked after getting her
bearings again.

    -�We will see.  You will stay here with me for a little while so I can
see if it took before I let you go back home.  Just lay there on the sofa
for a few minutes before you try to get up.  Do you want something to
drink? -� he asked.

    -�A glass of water would be nice.  Thank you, -� she said.  Peter went
in to get a glass of water for her and brought it back sitting on the chair
next to her.

   For the next few days, things were pretty normal.  Elizabeth didn -(TM)t
have any episodes and both her and Peter were beginning to think the
hypnosis had done the trick.  She was sad that her time with Dr.  Addams
was coming to a close.  She had enjoyed staying there with him the past two
weeks.  But with no more episodes, there was no reason she couldn -(TM)t go
back home.

   Peter was laying in bed that night watching a bit of the local weather
before going to sleep.  He heard a soft knock on the bedroom door.   -�Come
in, -� he said, sitting up.  He was topless to the waist with the bottoms
of his pajamas on (in case he had to get up for some reason) and the
blankets over them.

   The door opened and Elizabeth came in wearing her sheer pink tie-front
babydoll negligee and sheer matching panties with their tie string sides.
She walked up to him like a stripper walking up to a patron holding a ten
dollar tip.

    -�Elizabeth!  What -(TM)s wrong  -" is everything all right? -� he
asked.

    -�Everything is just fine, Doc ...  and I -(TM)m Beth  -" I gave
Elizabeth the night off.  You didn -(TM)t think I was going to leave
without giving you a proper goodbye, now did you?  Why, that just wouldn
-(TM)t be polite!  And you know us southern belles, doc, we are nothing if
not polite! -� she said.

   Standing at the foot of his bed she smirked wickedly.  Then she grabbed
the sheets and blankets covering him and began slowly pulling them down
toward her.  Peter grabbed them to hold them up but she wagged her index
finger at him

    -�Uh-uh-uh, Doc, no hands! -� she scolded him still grinning evilly. 
She pulled them down further until they were bunched up at the bottom of
the bed.

    -�Aww ...  the big bad Doc is wearing his widdle jammies! -� she
giggled.   -�How sweet is that! -� Beth started crawling like a cat up the
bed until she got to his feet.  Taking a firm hold of the legs of his
pajamas, she spread his legs wide and then continued moving slowly up to
his crotch.

   She paused and studied his crotch for a moment as if wondering if she
should.   -�Naw, there -(TM)s time for that, later! -� she said.  She moved
higher, kissing his flat stomach then moving up to give his nipple a quick
swipe with her tongue before moving on up to eye level with him.  She
straddled his hips and leaned over until her face was just inches from his.
Running her fingers through his hair, she spoke in a soft lusty voice,
dripping with sex.

    -�Now then Doc, you tried to get Elizabeth to put me away ...  to get
rid of me.  That wasn -(TM)t very nice!  I mean, sure I like to play and
sometimes I may get a little carried away, but you gotta understand Doc  -"
Elizabeth doesn -(TM)t like to let me out to play a lot.  So when I do get
out I like to have fun!  You can understand that, can -(TM)t you?  And
right now I want to have some fun with you! -�

   Beth pressed her soft full lips against his and kissed him, a warm
passionate kiss.  Her lips parted, teasing him beckoning him to enter her
mouth and without thinking his tongue came out to investigate.  She felt
him brushing against the inside of her mouth and sucked his tongue in
further meeting it with her own.  They kissed deeper and she wrapped her
arms around his head as her kiss became more fervent and heated.

   Beth moaned as she felt her desire being returned and began rubbing her
tits against his bare chest.  Her nipples had begun to harden and he could
feel the little points as she slid around on top of him.  He knew he
shouldn -(TM)t be doing this  -" his ethics and his moral code told him he
shouldn -(TM)t.  He knew this sort of thing could get his license to
practice revoked and he could lose his practice.  But he couldn -(TM)t help
himself.  His natural urges and desire overcame any reservations he had.



   Chapter 3

   Peter hadn -(TM)t been with a woman like this in a long time.  His
practice and his own inward shyness had kept him from most social
interactions  -" especially intimate ones.  But Beth -(TM)s bold advances
had shown him that the soft warmth of a woman -(TM)s touches could be quite
pleasant and now he wanted more.

   Peter gave himself over to just enjoying Beth even if it was wrong.  She
obviously had needs as well and if he could satisfy both at once then
everyone should come out a winner.  And so with this logic as his guide, he
began taking charge and taking control of the situation and giving Beth
what she wanted.

   He rolled them over until he was on top of her.  She looked up and
smiled and he kissed her again, assuring her that he was on board with this
idea and not planning to run out on her.  Beth wrapped her arms around his
neck and he crushed his lips to hers in a desperate hungry kiss that made
her moan into his mouth.

   Peter kissed his way down her soft throat as Beth turned her head to
offer herself up to him.  He reached the notch at the base of her neck and
began kissing down her chest.  Beth -(TM)s moans got louder as he neared
her tits.  He took the tie string to her negligee in his mouth and
playfully pulled the string, opening her babydoll.

    -�You have beautiful tits, you know that?  So full and soft... -� he
said, as he parted her gossamer covering

    -�And they -(TM)re very sensitive, too.  They love to be licked ... 
want a taste? -� she added.

   He leaned down and very lightly brushed his lips across her nipple so
slight she barely felt it.  But the heat from his breath made her moan and
she arched her back, trying to get into his mouth.  Peter pulled back
immediately and looked at her with a naughty smile, letting her know he was
in charge now.  His eyes locked on hers he slowly lowered his face again.
Beth held still trembling ...  waiting ...  then he pounced and sucked her
nipple into his mouth so fast that Beth gasped in surprise.

    -�Oh, Doctor! -� she gasped.  But her surprise quickly turned to
moaning as his tongue went to work on the tender morsel.

   Peter feasted on her tits for several wonderful moments, alternating
between the two so neither of  -�the girls -� would feel left out.  Beth
basked in the delicious feelings that his mouth was giving her sensitive
tits and nipples, mewling and cooing her delight as he brought her lust to
ever higher levels.

   But as mouthwatering as her heavenly mounds were, Peter could smell
another delightful aroma coming from someplace further south that he just
had to investigate.  So bidding farewell to her sweet tender tits, and with
a promise to return, he began kissing and licking his way towards that
enticing odor.

   He moved slowly, teasingly down her body, pausing every few seconds to
plant a hot kiss on different spots along the trail.  He moved to her side
and licked at her ribs, tickling her a bit but also causing her to writhe
with pleasure.  He moved back to the center of her body and paused once
again at her navel, licking and kissing her bellybutton and she squirmed,
panting now as her fever increased with every inch closer that he got to
her dripping pussy.

    -�Please, Peter!  Please don -(TM)t tease me! -� she whined as he moved
down her lower belly.

    -�Oh, so now it -(TM)s Peter, is it?  What happened to  -~Doc -(TM)? -�
he said with a playful grin.  He moved up her body again until they were
face to face.

   She just looked up at him with a coquettish smirk, batting her soft
brown doe eyes.

    -�Well just so you know I will be teasing you ...  teasing you
mercilessly too.  I am going to get you so hot and bothered, so horny that
you will practically cum at my touch alone!  Then I -(TM)m going to fuck
you until you are begging me to stop! -� he said with a deep voice.

    -�That -(TM)s a pretty tall order, mister ...  sure you are up to it?
-�

    -�You -(TM)re a nympho, Beth ...  you -(TM)re already halfway there! -�
he said.   -�You -(TM)ve already done the hard part  -" all I have to do
now is turn up the heat until you boil over! -�

    -�Mmmm that sounds delish!  You know, I -(TM)ve been hoping to get a
chance at that big fat cock since I came to see you in the study the other
day.  I -(TM)ve only been able to seduce a couple of my previous shrinks
and they were both old shriveled up things who had forgotten what their
cock was for.  Most of my couch coaches ran out of the room like their
asses were on fire when they met me!  But I got a feeling about you, Peter
...  something tells me you aren -(TM)t afraid to have a little fun!  You
DO want to have fun, don -(TM)t you, baby? -� she purred.

    -�Oh, I -(TM)m all about having a good time.  I -(TM)m going to show
you such a good time, you forget all about those other shrinks and  -~couch
coaches -(TM) as you called them.  I -(TM)m going to fuck you till you
scream out my name because you forgot your own.  I -(TM)m going to fuck you
into a coma! -�

    -�Oh my god, I -(TM)m so wet right now.  Please start by fucking my
face.  I love the taste of cock and I love to be treated rough and
humiliated.  I -(TM)m a nasty whore and I love being treated like one.  So
use me and do anything you want to me  -" I love it all! -� she said,
excitedly.

    -�Anything I want, huh  -" that could cover a lot of ground, you know!
-�

   He hurriedly began to get undressed, keeping an eye on her as he did.

    -�I mean it.  I -(TM)ve been pissed on, gang-banged, fucked in all my
holes by a number of men, and whored out to other men ...  I -(TM)ve had
men and women and sometimes both at once ...  I -(TM)ve been spanked,
slapped around, and tit whipped ...  you name it, I -(TM)ve probably done
it at least once!  If it turns you on, then I -(TM)m your girl! -� she
confessed

    -�Well, I don -(TM)t know that I will piss on you ...  at least not
right off.  But it -(TM)s nice to know you are open to other ideas! -�

    -�Hell yeah, baby, I never say no! -�

   Right then he dropped his sweatpants and boxers and she got her first
look at his cock.  Peter had an admirable one too  -" not quite porn star
status, but at a full nine inches from base to tip and nearly seven inches
around, it was a worthy adversary nonetheless.

    -�Oh my doctor, you certainly seem to have the right  -�instrument -�
to solve my problem! -� she said.  She moved to lay on her stomach across
the bed.   -�Why don -(TM)t you bring your friend over and introduce us? -�

   Peter stepped up to the side of the bed close enough for Beth to take
hold of the hard shaft pointed at her face.  She stroked it, cooing and
then bent to kiss the tip.  She gave it a little lick and found she liked
the taste.   -�Mmm ...  yummy! -�

    -�All right enough free samples  -" if you want any more you -(TM)re
going to have to work for it! -� He said pulling back a step.

    -�Gladly!  What do you want, baby? -�

    -�On your back, like a good whore! -� he commanded her.  Beth grinned
and rolled over onto her back.  He reached up and grabbed her under her
arms and pulled her forward until her head dropped off the edge of the bed
and hung there upside down.   -�There  -" now THAT -(TM)S the position for
a good throat fucking! -� he said.   -�I hope you know how to deepthroat
... because if not, you -(TM)ll soon learn! -�

    -�Don -(TM)t worry about me, darlin ...  I -(TM)ve had many a cock down
this windpipe! -� she said.  With that, he took a step forward putting his
crotch right at her forehead.

   He gave her face a playful slap  -�Open up! -� and she opened her mouth.
He shoved his cock into her mouth as far as it would go and she instantly
gagged on it.  He pulled back and let her catch a breath then shoved back
into her mouth again.  This time she was more ready for it and it slid in
easier.  She still hadn -(TM)t deep-throated him yet, but he face fucked
her for a few moments.

   Then he pulled back out.   -�Now open that airhole  -" I want you to
take all of it this time! -� he said and he pushed his cock back into her
mouth.  This time he pushed deeper and she swallowed a couple times to open
her throat.  He pushed down her throat until his balls rested on her face.
He reached down to grab her throat and felt his cock inside her windpipe.
He moved in and out slightly to feel it move and when she tapped his leg he
pulled back.  She gagged and spit up some saliva which ran out of the
corner of her mouth and down her face.

    -�That -(TM)s right, slut ...  I want to see a sloppy messy face! -� he
said.  She nodded and he pushed back in again holding her throat as he
fucked it.  He pulled out and more saliva poured from her mouth covering
her face and getting into her hair.  He moved closer and wiped his saliva
coated cock across her face, smearing her spit all over her face.

   He rubbed his balls across her face.   -�Lick my hairy nuts, slut! -� he
said.  Beth licked and lapped at his nuts eagerly loving the sweaty musky
taste of man flesh.  He moved a little further forward and straddled her
face forcing her to lick his perineum and asshole.  In return, he reached
forward and began rubbing her sopping panties and her pussy through them.
He heard a muffled moan as his hand found her pussy and her legs instantly
spread wider.

    -�You -(TM)re right Beth, you are wet!  You must like men playing with
this little pussy.  I -(TM)ll bet it feels good on the inside too.  I
wonder how it would like a hard thick cock?  You think it would like to
feel that cock you just had in your slutty mouth? -� he asked.  A louder,
more desperate moan came from between his legs.

   He shoved his cock back into her mouth and began face fucking her.  He
wasn -(TM)t going down her throat now, but he was going all the way to the
back of her throat and hitting her gag reflex from time to time making her
gag and spit up more saliva.  By now her face was a wreck and it was
covered and dripping with saliva.  He wiped his cock across it and she
rubbed her face with his cock and balls like a dog rolls in the grass.

   As he fucked her face and played with her pussy, she took his other hand
and put it on her tit, moving his fingers to show him she wanted her
nipples pinched.  Peter knew what this meant.  He pulled his hand from her
wet pussy and with both hands, he pinched her nipples hard and lifted,
pulling her tits and nearly lifting her off the bed by her tits.

   She groaned and squealed but kept on sucking just as hard.  He lowered
her down after a moment or two and then started slapping her tits.  She
gasped at first but then got used to the stinging slaps.  Her creamy flesh
began to pink up and Peter knew she -(TM)d had enough.  He pulled out of
her mouth and she lay there gasping and moaning as he walked around to the
other side of the bed.

   Without giving her a chance to rest, he flipped her over on her stomach
and dragged her back to the center of the bed.  Then he climbed on the bed
too and jerked her panties down her legs and off her setting them on the
bed beside him.  He hoisted her hips up until she was on her knees, then
spread them apart.

   He pulled apart her asscheeks exposing her wet, pink pussy and smelling
the delicious fragrance she emanated.  He couldn -(TM)t wait any longer  -"
his cock was screaming to get into the action and he wanted to see what
this naughty little slut was made of.  He plunged his steel-hard cock into
her warm wet tunnel the full length until he felt his balls slap her ass.

    -�OH, FUCK YESSS! -� Beth screamed as he split her open.  He felt the
tip of his cock bottom out in her tight fuckhole and didn -(TM)t pause for
a second longer than it took him to grab a handful of her hair and haul her
head up before he began pounding away at her pussy with a vengeance.  Peter
was fucking her like he was mad at her for something  -" he wasn -(TM)t
being gentle and this wasn -(TM)t  -~making love -(TM)  -" this was hard,
fast, animal fucking and Beth was loving it!  She had told him she liked it
rough and dirty and he was delivering just that.

   Beth writhed and squirmed and moved her hips around so that his cock hit
all the spots she needed it to and he made sure she received a thorough
fucking.  Since she had told him she liked to be spanked, he decided to
treat her upturned ass to a little of what her tits had gotten a few
minutes ago.  He drew back a hand and without any warning to her, he landed
a hard solid smack on her ass that resounded in the room.

    -�OHHH FUUCK! -� she screeched as the stinging smack became a bright
red handprint on her pale creamy ass.  Not wanting her other cheek to feel
left out and ignored he gave her another equally hard smack on her other
cheek to give her matching handprints.

   He resumed his fucking and as he thrust in and out of her he placed his
free hand on her ass right at the top of her crack.  But then he did
something she didn -(TM)t expect.  With one hand wrapped in her hair and
his cock pistoning in and out of her pussy like a deranged jackhammer, he
shoved his thumb into her asshole to add even more to her overtaxed mind!

    -�Oh my God!  Oh, Peter, I -(TM)m going to cum!  Oh shit I -(TM)M
CUUUMMMINNGG! -� she cried out as it hit her before she could prepare
herself.  Beth pitched and bucked like she had been hit with a cattle prod
as her body jerked and spasmed in the throes of her orgasm.  Peter held on
as tightly as a bronc rider in a rodeo while she went through her orgasmic
upheaval.  It only lasted for a few seconds, but for Beth, it seemed like
forever until at last, she collapsed down on her stomach panting and
glistening with sweat from the exertion.

   Beth would have been satisfied just laying there basking in the warm
embrace of her orgasm and she drifted lazily back to reality.  But Peter
would have no resting just yet.  As he lay there he moved to her side and
with one hand holding her head up by her hair he introduced two fingers
into her still quivering pussy and began fingerfucking her  -" slowly
thrusting in and out and twisting his fingers around inside her.

    -�Peeeter ...  Ohhh... -� she whined in protest.  He knew she was
tired, but he wasn -(TM)t ready to stop just yet.  He fingerfucked her
keeping her on edge and keeping her arousal at near boiling.  She ground
her ass on his fingers and humped her hips as he probed and toyed with her.

    -�Having fun yet, my little slut?  You thought we -(TM)d have a quick
roll in the sheets and you could get off and that would be the end of it.
Well, I -(TM)m not so easily satisfied, my dear ...  I said you would have
to work for this cock and work you shall!  We -(TM)ve only gotten started
here sweetmeat ...  you are going to learn that you aren -(TM)t the only
sexual animal in this jungle!

    -�I have been waiting for a patient like you, my pretty.  A sweet young
girl with a nympho side that I could exploit ...  that I could use for my
own benefit.  You see, I am a nympho as well.  Or more to the point a
satyromaniac  -" the male version of a nympho.  Like you, my sex drive is
always in high gear.

   But unlike you, I don -(TM)t have split personalities  -" I merely keep
my lustful needs under control.  And I have to admit at times it is very
tough to do.  When I see a pretty girl wearing a flirty little skirt or a
skin-tight dress and fuck-me heels, it -(TM)s all I can do to maintain
control.  So you can imagine my excitement to find you had this naughty,
sexy, wanton side to you.

   When I read your file, I nearly came right then and there.  Now I have
you, so cumming isn -(TM)t going to be an issue, -� he said as he fingered
her drooling pussy.   -�I have my very own live-in love doll, don -(TM)t I?
What do you think of that idea  -" want to be my fuck slut?  Want more of
this big fat cock you seem to like so much? -� he asked.

   By this time Beth was so hot and so turned on she could barely think. 
All she wanted was that cock back in her pussy, in her ass  -" anywhere so
long as he was fucking one of her eager hungry holes.  The frustration was
unbearable.  Peter pulled his fingers from her pussy and shoved them into
her mouth.   -�Suck them.  Suck your juices from my fingers.  Taste how
aroused you are!  Taste yourself slut! -� he commanded.  Beth sucked and
licked his fingers as if she was starved.

   Then he moved around and straddled her hips laying his cock in the crack
of her ass and sliding it up and down her crack and bringing the tip down
between her legs to graze her pussy lips.  As he did, he asked her again
the same questions.   -�Do you want to be my fuck slut, Beth?  Do you want
more of this cock that -(TM)s teasing you so? -�

   Beth couldn -(TM)t take anymore.  She broke  -" all of her tricks and
ploys she used to control other men hadn -(TM)t worked on him.  He was in
control  -" and in control of her.  And she loved being submissive to this
man!

    -�Yes, Yes, Peter I want it! -�

    -�Tell me what you want.  Tell me. -�

    -�Yes, I want to be your fuck slut, your whore!  I want you to fuck me
good, fuck me hard and deep.  Please put that cock in my pussy and fuck me!
-�

   But he didn -(TM)t move, instead, he said,  -�If you to really want to
get fucked like a whore then you -(TM)ll have to suck my cock and do just
as I tell you to do ...  agreed?  Will you agree to obey me and do what I
tell you, no matter what it may be? -�

   Beth pleaded, desperate now,  -�Yes, I want to be fucked like a whore. I
-(TM)ll suck your cock and do anything tell me to do!  Please Peter, please
make me your fuck slut!  Make me your dirty whore, please!  Please don
-(TM)t torture me like this!  Please, I -(TM)ll do anything you want  -"
anything at all I swear!  Just please fuck me! -� she begged again.

   Peter smiled to himself knowing he had won.  He instantly spread her
legs wide and shoved his cock back in her pussy making her gasp at the
suddenness and then started slamming in and out really hard.  Beth grabbed
hold of the edge of the bed and howled out her joy and pleasure as he took
his pleasure in her.

   He fucked her until she exploded in yet another orgasm  -" the third one
so far that night.  He pulled from her pussy and instead of letting her
catch her breath he immediately shoved his pussy-lubed cock into her
asshole.

    -�OHHHFUCK! -� she cried out.  He went to work on this new hole with
equal ferocity and vigor pounding into her asshole like he wanted to punch
a hole in her.  He smacked her ass as he fucked it and told her to finger
her clit.  She had one more powerful orgasm from this before Peter felt the
stirring in his own nuts.

    -�I -(TM)m going to cum now, slut, and I want to cum on your face and
tits, -� he said.  He pulled out of her ass and she obediently got down on
the floor kneeling in front of him.  She sucked the cock that had just been
in her ass until he took it from her and blasted her face and tits with his
hot sticky cum.  He shot several hard spurts before he was empty, allowing
her to taste the last few drops.  Then he grabbed her sweat-matted hair and
hauled her to her feet half-dragging her to the bathroom.

   He placed her in front of the mirror then stood behind her holding her
face.   -�Look at yourself!  Look at the slut you have become!  Your filthy
face covered in cum like a blowjob street whore! -�

   Peter gave her a moment or two to gaze at her reflection then he said.
Beth saw what a total slut whore she had become with cum covering her face,
tits, and lips.

    -�Now, whose whore are you?  Who do you belong to? -�

    -�You, Sir.  I am your whore.  Your fuck slut. -�

    -�That -(TM)s right.  You belong to me know.  Now clean your face but
leave the cum on your tits.  I want you to wear me tonight to remind you of
our bargain. -�

   She smiled.   -�Yes Sir. -�

   When she finished wiping her face she went back into the bedroom and he
pulled her to bed to sleep with him.

    -�Tell me something, if you would.  I -(TM)m trying to understand all
this with you and Elizabeth  -" I -(TM)ve never dealt with a case like this
and I -(TM)m confused ...  why did you come out all of a sudden?  What
brought naughty Beth to the surface? -� he asked,

    -�You call yourself a shrink! -� she scoffed.   -�It -(TM)s simple Dr.
Freud ...  I came out because everyone Elizabeth has ever known and loved
has left her.  She feels like she is worthless and unlovable.  I am her
inner self, begging to feel love; looking for a human connection to someone
who won -(TM)t leave her.  I am the manifestation of her loneliness and
lack of companionship.  I am here to look for the affection she craves so
much And I use sex because being  -~good -(TM) hasn -(TM)t gotten her
anything but hurt and pain.  I have no guilt, no shame, and no scruples  -"
exactly the opposite of miss goody-two-shoes! -�

   Then Beth happily hopped into bed next to him and curled up in his arms
and as she fell fast asleep, Peter thought about what she had told him...



   Chapter 4

   The next morning Elizabeth woke up to discover herself in his bed.  Once
again he was already up and in the kitchen enjoying his first cup of coffee
when she came in.

    -�Good morning! -� Peter said,  -�Want a cup  -" it -(TM)s freshly
made? -�

    -�Please, -� she said softly.  She sat down at the table and he brought
her cup and sat down as well.

    -�How are you feeling this morning? -� he asked, trying to hide the
smirk on his face.

    -�I -(TM)m a little sore.  Umm ...  did ...  did I... -� she said
meekly.

    -�Yes, you did.  But I found out some interesting things in talking
with your other half.  And I think I have a solution to the situation, -�

    -�Really?  You can help me?  You can make this split personality stuff
go away and merge me? -�

    -�Not exactly.  But I do think I have a workable solution.  After
breakfast, we -(TM)ll sit down and I -(TM)ll explain it to you, -�

   Elizabeth fixed a nice breakfast for the two of them and they sat down
to eat.  Elizabeth couldn -(TM)t really enjoy her breakfast thinking about
what Peter had to talk to her about.  She had waited a long time and it had
been hell living like this  -" she would be glad to get this behind her.

   Once breakfast was over and the table cleared and dishes soaking in the
sink, she went into the living room where Peter was sitting with a fresh
cup of coffee.

    -�Okay, Peter, I -(TM)m dying here  -" please tell me what you have in
mind to fix my problem! -�

    -�All right, but I want you to listen to the whole thing before you
make any decisions, okay? -�

    -�O-okay, -� she said cautiously.

   So Peter began recounting his encounter with Beth.   -�Last night as I
was laying in bed, Beth came in to see me.  She was rather ... 
provocative, we -(TM)ll say ...  but she found out that the good doctor had
a few surprises of his own!  As a result, she found herself in the
passenger seat for a change.  She and I had a little talk and I learned a
bit more about why Beth came out and a bit more about you that I wasn
-(TM)t aware of. -�

    -�Like what? -�

    -�Well, for instance, I learned that the reason Beth came out is that
she is a product of your past history with people in your life leaving you.
From your father running out on you to your mother dying on you and you
being bounced around from place to place and never having any friends.

    -�It -(TM)s really no wonder with your past history that you aren
-(TM)t more messed up than you are, to be honest.  But Beth is a
manifestation of the need for human contact that you have buried inside
you. The fact that she is so sexual is also a result of not having love in
your life.  You are so desperate to have someone that your slutty side,
Beth, will sleep with anyone and do anything to get even a little
attention.

    -�Beth is simply a concentrated version of what you wish you could be.
You wish you could have a man in your life  -" someone who wouldn -(TM)t
leave you, and someone you could love who would love you back, -� he
explained.

    -�That sounds reasonable, I guess.  A little weird but you are the
doctor.  So how do we fix it?  I mean I can -(TM)t exactly just go out and
find a guy to love me  -" if it was that simple I wouldn -(TM)t have this
problem to begin with, right? -�

    -�Well, I have thought about the situation ...  in fact, I was awake
all last night thinking about it.  And I think I have a plan, if you are
game for it.  Now it -(TM)s pretty obvious that hypnosis isn -(TM)t going
to work in this case.  I mean we could try it a couple more times, but I
don -(TM)t think we -(TM)ll have a lot of luck with that therapy. -�

    -�What can we do then, Peter? -�

    -�Beth told me that she came out because of your lack of having someone
to love and to love you.  Your lack of companionship  -" namely male
companionship.  And you said you can -(TM)t just go out and find a guy. 
Well, what about me? -�

    -�What about you, what? -� she asked, not quite sure what he was
getting at.

    -�What about living here with me ...  permanently?  Listen, I have a
big house here as you can see.  A big lonely house.  And it -(TM)s close
enough to your work that if you wanted to keep on working you could. 
Although I would be perfectly happy if you just stayed here and took care
of the house.

    -�There -(TM)s something I think you should know about me Elizabeth  -"
something that Beth knows now, but you don -(TM)t.  Beth and I are a lot
alike.  Beth is a nymphomaniac, you are already aware of that.  But I am a
satyromaniac  -" a male nymphomaniac.  So last night we both got what we
needed.  And while I wouldn -(TM)t want you around just for sex, having you
with that particular condition fits very well with my needs as well.  And
if you want companionship, I think you and I work pretty well together.  I
mean it -(TM)s only been a few weeks, but I have had a lot of fun having
you here and having companionship as well.

    -�I think we could actually be good for each other.  And being together
would keep Beth under control because you would have the companionship that
brought her out and Beth and I have reached an understanding of sorts ...
she has given control to me and will do as I say.  So I can help you keep
her from getting you in any more trouble.

    -�Now I haven -(TM)t mentioned any of this living together stuff to her
 -" you are the dominant personality of you two, so I wanted to get your
take on it first.  I -(TM)m already pretty sure she will be all for having
a steady, safe, sex partner, -� he said.

    -�Peter honey, that is an amazing offer and my first thought is that I
would love to come live here with you.  But I have been hurt a great many
times.  I have heard the whole  -~I would never leave you -(TM) speech so
many times I can recite it verbatim.  And while you may mean it right now,
we really don -(TM)t know that much about each other.  So please forgive me
if I -(TM)m a little skeptical now.  It is a wonderful offer and I really
do appreciate it, -� she said.

    -�I can see your point, and I was ready for that.  I have taken you on
as a patient, Elizabeth, and told you when we first met I was not going to
give up on you until we fixed the problem.  So either way, you and I will
be seeing a lot of each other for a long time  -" especially since hypnosis
hasn -(TM)t seemed to work.

    -�Let -(TM)s do this then  -" you come to live with me on a trial basis
for a few months.  If during that time, we find we just can -(TM)t stand
each other and our lifestyles don -(TM)t mesh, we can go back to being just
doctor and patient or you can just drop me as your doctor altogether.

   But if we find that we do work well together  -" which is what I really
believe will happen  -" then you can give up your apartment and come live
here with me for good.  Meantime, you can work or not and we will keep your
apartment until such time as it -(TM)s not needed anymore. -�

   Elizabeth thought for a moment.   -�I would like to get out of that
dinky apartment  -" are you absolutely sure that you don -(TM)t mind if I
don -(TM)t work?  I don -(TM)t want to seem like a golddigger or anything.
I mean I can contribute by keeping the place clean and doing chores around
here for you. -�

    -�Elizabeth, I would actually prefer you not work.  With you home here,
I wouldn -(TM)t have to worry about any triggers that could bring out Beth.
And you would take a load off me having to work all day then come home and
do housework too.  It would be nice to come home to a hot meal for a change
instead of just heating up a frozen dinner or can of something! -�

    -�You said when we started this together that because it was
court-ordered that I see you, you could get my boss to hold my job while I
underwent therapy? -� she asked.

    -�That -(TM)s right.  They can -(TM)t fire you or fill your job
permanently while you are in therapy.  They can hire a temp to take your
place, but when you are better you can get your job back. -�

    -�Can we think of our living together as therapy  -" I mean you will be
helping to cure me in a manner of speaking, -� she asked.   -�That way if I
decide to go back to work I can get my job back and not have to look for a
new one and all the hassles that brings. -�

    -�I suppose I could swing that, -� he said.

    -�Well if you can hold my job and my apartment until we figure out what
we -(TM)re going to do then I would love to come stay here with you!  And
don -(TM)t you worry honey  -" I -(TM)m going to take real good care of
you! You will have a clean house, clean clothes, and hot meals all the
time! -�

    -�And let -(TM)s not forget Beth -(TM)s part in all this! -�

    -�Of course!  I have a feeling she is going to be very excited about
this idea! -� Elizabeth giggled.

   So the next day when Peter went to work, he made some phone calls to the
courts, to his fellow psychiatrist, Dr.  Wilkinson who sent Elizabeth to
his office to begin with, and to her landlord and boss.  He explained the
situation as tactfully and diplomatically as he could especially to the
landlord and her boss, telling them she was undergoing treatment with and
not going into a lot of detail with them.

   Everyone seemed satisfied with his explanations and so things were all
set.  Peter would continue to pay the rent on her apartment and they would
use it as storage until it was decided what they would do.  He helped her
move some of her things over to his place  -" their place  -" so she would
feel at home too.  Her boss said he would probably hire a temp to keep up
the manpower, but he liked her and hoped she would come back to work soon.

   The day she  -�officially -� moved in with him, Peter gave her the
closet in the master bedroom and he moved his few clothes into the room she
had been using.  He figured that way, he could get up and get dressed
without disturbing her when he had to go to work.  Elizabeth -(TM)s
condition prevented her from driving (she never knew when she would have an
episode so driving was out of the question), but they were able to
coordinate when she needed to go shopping or something.

   Things went great for about six months.  Peter and Elizabeth were
getting closer and they found that they did work well together.  The pair
had a lot more in common than they first thought and they were happy.  Beth
came out to play many times and she and Peter always had a wonderful time.
She was very happy with their little arrangement  -" she had finally found
someone who could not only keep up with her but could keep her in line too!

   It was the day of their six month anniversary and Peter and Elizabeth
were sitting in the living room cuddling in front of the TV.  Elizabeth had
just fixed a wonderful dinner (she was a great cook thankfully!) and as the
two of them sat there, Elizabeth sat up and turned to him.

    -�Peter, I need to talk to you, -� she said.  He sat up and gave her
his full attention  -" sentences that start that way rarely end well!

    -�What is it? -� he asked, not sure if he really wanted to know.

    -�You and I have lived together for six months as of today and they
have been the best times of my life.  I can -(TM)t remember being this
happy.  I have been thinking about this for several days and ...  well,
Peter, I think I -(TM)m in love with you.  I don -(TM)t know how you feel
but I have never felt more happy, more content and more ...  loved in my
life.  And if you are willing, I am ready to move in permanently  -" to
give up my apartment and my job and just live here with you. -�

    -�Ready?  Elizabeth I -(TM)ve been wanting to tell you how I feel for
the past two weeks!  But I didn -(TM)t know how you felt and I didn -(TM)t
want to push you into anything!  Yes, of course, you can move in
permanently!  We can go get the rest of your things this weekend and you
can tell the landlord and your job about our decision. -�

    -�I -(TM)m glad!  I was afraid I might be moving too fast for you! -�

    -�No sweetheart, I -(TM)ve been waiting for you to say something, so I
would know how you felt, -�

    -�So ...  how do you feel, Peter? -�

   Peter stood up and took her hand leading her down the hallway.   -�Do
you want me to call Beth? -� she asked.

    -�Not tonight.  Tonight I want to make love to you, Elizabeth, -� he
said kissing her before they went into their bedroom.



   Chapter 5

   ***** Author -(TM)s Note: The following is an  -�alternate ending -� to
this story.  Some of my readers felt that the end of Chapter 4 left them
feeling the story was incomplete so I offer this chapter as a way of
finishing the story and bringing it to a more appropriate ending. *****

   A few days later, Elizabeth brought the mail in from the mailbox by the
front gate.  In the mail that day was a magazine addressed to Peter.  It
was in a brown paper wrapping, so she didn -(TM)t know what kind of a
magazine it was but she brought it, with the rest of the mail into his
study as Peter was going over some paperwork.  His door was closed  -" he
had told her that when he was working in the study with the door closed to
knock in case there were some client -(TM)s files out in the open.  
-�Doctor/patient confidentiality -� he had explained.  So when Elizabeth
brought the magazine to him, she knocked on the door.  After he told her to
come in she opened the door.

    -�Peter, this magazine came in the mail for you.  I thought you might
want to look at it. -�

    -�Oh, thanks.  Yes, it -(TM)s this month -(TM)s Psychology Today. 
Sometimes it has some pretty interesting articles in it! -�

    -�Well, dinner will be ready in about an hour. -� then Elizabeth left
for the kitchen to finish preparing dinner for them.

    -�Elizabeth, I looked through that magazine you gave me earlier  -"
Psychology Today  -" and I noticed there was an article in it about MPD ...
multiple personality disorder  -" something akin to what you have.  It said
that there is a new treatment protocol that has proven effective in some
cases in merging the personalities together.  I have to do more research on
it but it looks promising. -�

    -�Really.  Well, you should check it out and see what it -(TM)s all
about, -� Elizabeth said.  But Peter noticed a strange tone to her reply.
He expected her to be a lot more excited about it and curious about what it
might be.  Yet she was oddly calm and almost blas�(C) about the news.

   He let it go for now and they enjoyed the rest of dinner.  The incident
was forgotten and after dinner was over they snuggled together on the sofa
while watching a movie.

   The movie, an old action movie, was one of Peter -(TM)s favorites.  But
it didn -(TM)t really do anything for Elizabeth and although she watched it
with him, she found her thoughts drifting back to what he had said about
the article in the magazine.  She wondered if it really would work.  She
had suffered from this split for so long it had become part of her day to
day life.  What would happen if this new procedure actually worked?  Who
would come out as the dominant personality?  What would happen to her if
she finally was merged again?  What would that do to her and Peter -(TM)s
relationship?

   Things between them had been wonderful since she moved in with him.  She
had never felt so happy and so loved.  She didn -(TM)t want anything to
screw up the best thing she -(TM)d ever had.  She couldn -(TM)t imagine
life without Peter now.  What if she was successfully merged  -" what would
that do to their relationship.  She would no longer be his patient, would
that mean the end of her and Peter?

   Elizabeth began to wish she had never shown him the article.  But he had
seen it and his professional ethics demanded he at least looks into it to
try and cure his patient.  She began to get a sick feeling in the pit of
her stomach and her chest tightened up.  This could be a wonderful thing,
not having to worry about waking up in a strange place with a strange man
and not knowing how she got there.  She -(TM)d had far too many of those
experiences and didn -(TM)t like the way they made her feel.  Or this could
be very bad and once she was cured, she would no longer be under his care
and have to go back to being alone and on her own again.

   Neither option made her look forward to what he might learn about this
procedure and the more she thought about the possible consequences and
results that this could bring about, the less she liked the outlook.

    -�Where are you going, honey? -� Peter asked her as she got up.

    -�I -(TM)ll be right back, I just have to go to the bathroom. -�
Elizabeth walked out of the living room and down the hall to the bathroom.

   But it wasn -(TM)t Elizabeth that came out of the bathroom.

   Peter was still watching the movie when she came back into the living
room.  He wasn -(TM)t even aware that she had been gone as long as she had.
But he WAS aware of her when she came back around the corner!

    -�Hey stud, if you want to see some real action, follow me! -� Peter
looked up and saw Beth standing there where Elizabeth had been a few
minutes ago.  Only Beth wasn -(TM)t wearing the same form-fitting blue
jeans and white off-the-shoulder ruffle crop top she had on a little while
ago.

   Now, she was wearing a red ultra-sheer tie front babydoll with tiny red
hearts in the material.  The cups were red lace and tied together with a
single small ribbon tie at the bust.  Under the babydoll, he could see a
skimpy barely-there lace thong panty.

   Elizabeth hadn -(TM)t been wearing much in the way of makeup since she
was home all day taking care of the home.  But now Beth was a completely
different matter.  She had dark porn-queen type eyeshadow, luscious glossy
red lips, and a bit too much blush  -" all in all, a very sexy, very slutty
look!

   She stood in the doorway, looking at him like a cat looks at a mouse. 
She licked her shiny red lips and curled a red-tipped finger, indicating
she wanted him to follow her.  Peter -(TM)s jaw dropped to the floor and as
if in a trance he clicked off the movie and stood, walking towards this
siren-like he was being drawn by some mysterious force.

   As he approached, he reached out to touch this beauty in front of him,
but she caught his hand, holding it and wagging the index finger of her
other hand in front of him.   -�No, no!  No touching just yet.  You have to
wait until we are in the bedroom, lover! -� Then she turned, still holding
his hand over her shoulder and pulled him down the hall to her  -�lair -�!

   Once in the bedroom, she pulled him over to the bed and pushed him back
onto it.   -�Elizabeth?  Is that you? -� he asked.

    -�Shhh ...  relax lover, I put Elizabeth to bed for awhile.  I wanted
to come out and play.  I haven -(TM)t seen you for awhile and I got ... 
lonely!  Now, what do you think we could do for fun? -� she said as she
trailed her index finger down his chest to his crotch.

   As her finger got close to his crotch, she noticed a bulge forming
there.  -�Oooh, what have we here.  Did the good doctor bring me something
yummy?  Let -(TM)s just see what we have in here, shall we? -� She knelt
down in front of him and spread his knees wide.  She slowly, teasingly
unzipped his fly and reached into the opening.

    -�Oh MY!  What a big, thick sausage you have here, doctor!  You know
how much I love a good mouthful of man-sausage  -" how thoughtful of you to
bring a gift like this for me! -� She began working on his belt and when
his pants were undone she tugged at them until they passed his hips and
slid off his legs.  she tossed them across the room and turned her
attention to the now more defined bulge in his boxers.

    -�My my doctor ...  it looks like you have missed me some too! -� She
ran a red-tipped finger slowly around the outline of the cockprint starting
at the base of one side and up then over and down the other.  Then she ran
her fingernail lightly up the center of the bulge and giggled when it
twitched.  She leaned over and kissed the bulge and then with her eyes
locked on his, she gave the bulge a long slow lick with the flat of her
tongue from base to tip through his boxers.

    -�Ohhh fuck! -� he groaned as she teased his aching cock.  Beth
certainly knew how to make a man crazy!  Her slutty, playful ways always
turned him on and made him just want to fuck her senseless!  She was the
consummate sexy siren and she had no trouble putting him under her spell!

   Fortunately for the good doctor, though, Beth wasn -(TM)t just a tease 
-" she was more than happy to keep her promise of sensual delights!  Beth
not only loved to tease, she loved to fuck too!  And she had come to play
hard tonight.  So after a bit more teasing and heating him up, she reached
up and pulled his boxers down, tossing them on the rest of the pile of his
clothes.

    -�Mmmm ...  I -(TM)ve been waiting a long time for this! -� she purred
as she stroked his hard cock.  She gave it a lick, then rubbed it against
her cheek while one hand cradled his balls.   -�Why -(TM)d you keep me
waiting so long, Daddy?  You know a girl like me has to have a good hard
cock regularly if I -(TM)m going to stay out of trouble  -" and I -(TM)ve
been a good girl.  But I -(TM)m going to be very naughty with you now,
Daddy!  Oh yes, I -(TM)m definitely going to need a spanking after we
-(TM)re done tonight! -�

   Then she returned her attention to his cock.  She wrapped her hand
around the shaft and marveled at the girth  -" her fingertips barely
reached around to touch each other!   -�Mmm ...  you have such a beautiful
cock... -� she said, slowly stroking up and down  -�I love a hard, thick
cock! -�

   She continued to look him in the eye, but her hand moved slowly up and
down his pole with a slight twisting motion.

   He closed his eyes and laid back, surrendering to the amazing feeling
she was giving him as she stroked his aching cock.

   Beth lowered her head and licked the pre-cum that had formed on the tip,
 -�Yummy, nice flavor. -� She placed her tongue at the V at the bottom of
his gland then ran it slowly straight up to the peehole at the tip.

   Peter moaned, arching his back.

   Her tongue ran slow circles around the rim just under the edge of his
helmet where she knew he was very sensitive.  At the same time, she kept
slowly stroking him.  Then Beth -(TM)s luscious, red, wet lips surrounded
the head and pushed down until she had taken in just the mushroom head
holding suction on it she pulled her head back pulling him from her mouth
with a pop.  Over and over again she took the head into her mouth and
released it, while at the same time looking up into Peter -(TM)s
lust-glazed eyes.

   Switching things up a bit, she laid his cock back against his stomach,
holding it there, and licked the length of his shaft from his scrotum to
the top, then back down to his balls, where she sucked first one and then
the other into her mouth.  She laved attention to his baby factories as she
peered up at him and saw him gritting his teeth.  She smiled at being able
to tease him for a change and then lapped the underside of his cock. 
Salivating from her oral ministrations, she returned to tickling the head
of his shaft.

    -�Stop torturing me, -� Peter said, trying to push her off him so he
could take control again.

   Beth pulled back and said,  -�Just lay and be quiet.  Let me have my
fun. -�

   With one hand at the base of his pole, she slipped her lips down the
length of him until she reached her hand.  Up and down, up and down she
stimulated the top half of his length.

   Peter groaned and tried to push her further down on his cock.

   She pulled her mouth off him momentarily.   -�If you want me to finish,
then let me do it my way, -� she said, looking up at him.

    -�Okay, okay. -�

   With her luscious glossy-red lips tightly sealed around his hard
throbbing shaft, she slowly pushed herself down until he was completely
encased.  She stopped for a second and then began bobbing up and down on
the cock.

   Beth started slowly at first taking her time and enjoying the feeling of
his silky skin and the hardness of the shaft under it.  Beth knew just how
to please a man with her mouth too  -" she was an excellent cocksucker as
Peter was finding out.  He moaned again as her tongue lolled across the
head and swirled around teasing him and driving his lusts to new heights.

   She pulled her mouth off his cock for a moment and looked at the
lust-addled man lying before her.  She smiled knowing that she was pleasing
him so much.  She prided herself on being a man-pleaser ...  she was a slut
and happy to be one.  She loved sex and tried to get as much of it as she
could.

   And it didn -(TM)t matter to her if it came in the form of a cock or a
cunt  -" both had their distinct pleasures.  It was her lust and need for
sex that had gotten Elizabeth in so much trouble.  It was that same lust
that had brought her to the door of Dr.  Peter Addams  -" by way of the
District Courts, but still, it brought them together.

   Beth smiled again at the man she was sharing her pleasures with.  She
looked at the hard, thick cock in her hand and licked her lips once more.
Then placing the tip to her lips again she began slowly sliding down the
meaty shaft.

   Only this time she wasn -(TM)t going to stop with him in her mouth for a
regular  -�bob-job -� ...  no, she wanted to take him all the way down. 
She wanted him not in her mouth, but in her throat!  She wanted to show the
good doctor just how much of a cock loving slut she could be!

   Beth slid her mouth down his shaft until she felt him bump the back of
her throat.  She scooted forward a couple inches and re-positioned herself
a little higher over his cock to get the proper angle she needed.  Then,
keeping her eyes fixed on his face (she wanted to see his reaction to this
new twist!), she swallowed a couple times to open her throat and on the
third swallow, she pushed down further, getting his tip past her gag reflex
quickly.

   Once there was no threat of gagging, she continued down his meat pole
until her nose was pressed firmly against his stomach.  She couldn -(TM)t
see his face anymore, but his moans and whimpers told her all she needed to
know.

   She stayed there for as long as she could before pulling back for a
breath of air.  She went back down on him the same way a couple more times
and Peter groaned placing his hand on her head and fucked her throat, in
and out, in and out, her lips holding him tight.

   Suddenly his body stiffened; he thrust into her mouth once more, deeper
than the other times and held her head there her nose mashed against his
stomach.  Surprising even him, his cock erupted, spurting jets of scalding
hot cum straight down her throat.

   Beth was thrilled at the mouthful of warm cum, swallowing it down as
fast as she could, and wanting more.  Some managed to escape her greedy
mouth and ran in dribbles down her chin.  When she had finished her cum
snack, she asked,  -�Well how was it? -�

   He propped himself up on his elbows and when his panting had calmed to
the point he could speak, he said,  -�Fuck, baby, you -(TM)re the best cock
sucker I -(TM)ve ever had. -�

    -�Are you ready for seconds, then? -� she asked, smiling up at him with
satisfaction.

    -�Let me rest and recharge for a bit but yes, I definitely want more!
-� he said.

   And so the pair lay in bed cuddling until he was ready to go again. 
They had sex all through the night until finally, both exhausted and unable
to continue, they fell asleep.

   The next morning Peter was sitting at the table drinking his morning
coffee when Elizabeth came in.   -�Morning Peter, -� she said.

   Peter, waiting to see for sure who he was talking to, replied, 
-�Morning, I just made some coffee. -�

    -�Okay, thanks. -� She went to the counter and poured herself a cup and
sat down at the table.

    -�Peter, we need to talk. -�

    -�Yes, it think we do. -�

    -�Huh? -� she said, surprised at his counter.

    -�Elizabeth, I got a visit from Beth last night... -� he started.

    -�Oh God, what did she do now! -� Elizabeth said.

    -�Nothing don -(TM)t worry, but she got me thinking about all of this.
-�

    -�Peter, that -(TM)s what I wanted to talk to you about.  Please let me
go first ...  before I lose what little confidence I have worked up. -�
Peter sat back and listened to what Elizabeth had to say.

    -�Peter I know that this personality split me and Beth have has caused
a lot of problems  -" for me and for you.  And I know you want to do what
you can to help me merge together again.  You seem to think this latest
procedure, whatever it is, might do that.  I have thought about it ever
since you told me about the article.  And I -(TM)m not sure I want to be
merged. -�

    -�What do you mean, Elizabeth? -�

    -�Peter we have been together now for six months now.  And I don -(TM)t
know about you but this has been the happiest most wonderful six months of
my life.  Peter, darling, you have taken me in and given me the life I
always wanted ...  the life I always dreamed of.  And I am scared that if I
go through with this procedure nothing good will come of it.  It could be a
terrible mistake and ruin everything! -�

    -�I don -(TM)t follow, honey ...  what are you talking about?  Ruin
everything how? -�

    -�Well, if I go through with this and it doesn -(TM)t work, then we
will know that there -(TM)s nothing that can be done to help me.  And if
you can -(TM)t help me, there -(TM)s no sense in keeping me as a client. 
So I will be left alone to face my life such that it is.

    -�If the procedure does work and I am merged, then I will be cured and
your work with me will be done.  I will go off to live a life I have no
idea about  -" I don -(TM)t know what it -(TM)s like to be  -~normal -(TM)
and I won -(TM)t know how to deal with life as a normal person.  So
whichever way I go I will lose you and lose the life I most want.

    -�But if I don -(TM)t go through with the procedure, I will be giving
up on my treatments and you can still dismiss me as a client because there
-(TM)s nothing else you can do for me.  So I am going to lose no matter
what I do! -� She sat there at the table staring down at her coffee cup.

   Peter thought about what she had said for a minute and then spoke
himself,  -�Look at me Elizabeth. -� She didn -(TM)t raise her head at
first, though.  She was too ashamed to look up.

    -�I said, LOOK AT ME! -� he said more authoritatively.  Elizabeth
looked up and he could see her cheeks were wet with tears.

    -�Honey, I -(TM)ve been thinking about this a lot myself.  I looked
into the procedure and what is involved and that -(TM)s what I wanted to
talk to you about today too.  From what I have read this procedure has a
90% success rate so far so the odds of it working for you are very good. 
But like you, I have mixed emotions about going ahead too.

    -�You see, Beth did come by to see me last night and it was an amazing
night.  That -(TM)s part of the reason you feel so tired and sore this
morning  -" believe me I am feeling it too!  But besides the incredible
sex, Beth also got me thinking about your two sides.  And what you just
said about being afraid of what may happen if you were merged also came to
me.

    -�The truth of the matter Elizabeth is that I am scared too.  I am
scared of losing you just as you are scared of losing me.  I know this is
not how a doctor is supposed to think  -" I am supposed to be all excited
about the prospect of curing my patient.

    -�But the reality is that if I cure you, then I won -(TM)t have any
reason to keep you here and you would be free to pursue a new life a 
-~normal -(TM) one as you say.  And ...  and I can -(TM)t lose you
Elizabeth.  I love you just the way you are.  I love you and I love Beth.
Both of you give me what I haven -(TM)t known for so long and what I never
thought I would know again.  These last six months have been wonderful for
me too and I don -(TM)t want to see that end either.  I don -(TM)t want
to... -�

    -�Oh, shut up and kiss me, you silly wonderful amazing man!  I love
you, Peter Addams, and I don -(TM)t EVER want to leave!  I want to be your
-~project girl -(TM) forever!  This is where I want to be.  Both Beth and I
are your girls for as long as you will have us! -�