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"UNDER THE INFLUENCE"
is based on taped interviews and written notes from a
case-file made available by `Alex' the hypno-therapist
father of the family featured in `Tomorrow's Family?'.
The finished article is the work of a Staff Writer,
closely following, as far as possible, phraseology,
sense and idiom of original speech etc.
BEFORE PUBLICATION the manuscript is checked and
approved for `AS-IT-HAPPENED' factuality and ACCURACY
both by `Alex' AND the 'patient'. Only names and, in
some cases, dates have been changed for purposes of
protection.
PERSONS OFFENDED BY FACTUAL ACCOUNTS OF INCEST,
INCESTUOUS PREGNANCY etc. MUST NOT READ THIS
MATERIAL!!!
PERSONS UNDER THE AGE OF EIGHTEEN MUST OBTAIN PARENTAL
CONSENT BEFORE READING "UNDER THE INFLUENCE".
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Part One
Thoughts to ponder...
Treatment of after-effects of incest are many and
varied, but at the end of the day, almost everything
depends on the `patient's' desire to `get-well' or
recover, to get on with normal life, to live long and be
happy.
How far should a health-practitioner be prepared to go
to inculcate or develop that desire?
What guideline or ethical barrier dictates `stop
here', leaving the patient to travel the rest of the
journey on their own? Should the barrier ever be over-
stepped?
This is a case of people who found the answers. But
then, they were...
"UNDER THE INFLUENCE"
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The attractive female form stirred. Wriggling
forward for comfort, he leaned closer to her ear and
whispered.
"Now, Beth, who do you love the most?"
She paused, her fingers twisting as any five-year old
would do. "Daddy", she lisped.
"And tell me, Beth. What does your Daddy do that you
like?"
More twisting fingers, her eyes darting about the
room. "He picks me up and cuddles me." Another
pause. "I like that."
"Why do you like it so much?"
"Cos he puts his hands on my fairy." Childishly,
Beth giggled. "It's lovely."
"And what's your fairy?"
"That place on my tummy! You know, you shouldn't ask
me, Mummy says it's a secret place, just for her and me
to talk about." The fingers rested, placing themselves
over each other as though praying.
"Are you sure you know what it is you like Daddy
doing?"
"Oh, yes. I love it, he's kind and tickles. It
tickles me. I like that."
"And do you cuddle and tickle Daddy, Beth?
"Sometimes."
"What do you like to tickle?"
A long pause as Beth wriggled. "Mummy says I mustn't
tell."
"You can tell me. I'm Daddy's friend.
Bath seemed to be working this out. "He lets me
touch his thing." A nervous little giggle.
"And do you like touching Daddy's thing, Beth?"
Beth's face lit up. "Oh, yes."
"Why.?
"Because it's so nice and hot to touch. He lets me
do it when we are alone. It's one of the nice things,
we do things when we are alone.
"Are you going to let him do it some more?
Thoughtfully, Beth stared into space. "I think so,
if he will do it nicely and touch me there. You know,
my fairy.
"Daddy is here with you, Beth. Are you happy he is
here?
Beth's voice became softer and gentler. "Oh yes, I
am always happy when Daddy is here".
"Daddy's talking to you now. Will you let him touch
you today?
"Yes, please." The reply was eager.
"Right then. Now just let go and feel Daddy touching
you."
The wide-set eyes closed and the breathing became
deeper.
"Now show Daddy where you would like him to touch
you."
A hand haltingly moved and a finger pointed to the
rise of her belly. "There."
He gently placed his hand on the place. "Can you feel
Daddy's hand? It's lovely and warm."
Beth wriggled comfortably. "Mmm, I like it there".
"But would you like it if Daddy's hand was on your
bare tummy?"
Thrilled, Beth said, "Oh yes, Daddy!"
"Well, then. Daddy loves you. Let Daddy see where
you would like his hand to be."
For a moment, he thought she had gone to sleep, but
then her hand falteringly moved to the hem of her skirt.
Catching hold of it, the hand slowly moved back towards
her waist, and he caught his breath as slim legs
gradually came into view. Higher and higher went the
material, and his heart started to thump with
excitement. As the valley between her thighs fully
revealed itself, his fervour mounted, a glimpse of
coffee-laced tan-coloured bikini briefs coming to sight.
The hand stopped, and he saw Beth was nervously
gnawing her bottom lip, her forehead creasing as though
in pain. "Carry on, Beth. Daddy's watching to see
where you want him to put his warm hand."
"Mummy says I'm not to."
"Daddy's here. He'll make sure Mummy's quite happy
you are showing Daddy your tummy."
There was silence and then the skirt started upwards
again, sliding painstakingly slowly over the curved
mound of her vulva. Peering forward, he saw the groove
of her labia etched in the tight material, his heart
leaping as he saw tell-tale moistness staining the
fabric. Beth was becoming aroused.
"Come along now, Beth. Daddy's waiting for you to
show him your tummy."
A shiver of thrill coursed across his neck and
shoulders as Beth's other hand joined the first, firmly
clutching her skirt, drawing it back. His mouth went
dry as he gazed as the white, soft skin of her pelvis as
the top of her panties came to his sight.
"There, that's a good little girl. Are you going to
show Daddy where you like his hand now?"
Beth thought for a moment. "Yes", she said.
Catching the top of the tan knickers, two thumbs drew
the elastic strip down, exposing her naked belly.
"Further, Beth, further", he gently urged. "Daddy's
warm hand is waiting." He held his breath as Beth raised
her buttocks, pulling the front panel of the garment to
below the swelling of her pubic mound.
"There's a good girl." Trembling, fearful of
disturbing her, his hand moved towards Beth's abdomen as
it gently rose in time with her breathing. In perfect
physical condition, covered in the finest shimmering
down, the skin shone as he looked at it, finally resting
his hand just below her dimpled navel. Beth's skin
felt cool under his touch, the warmth coming from within
slowly insinuating his fingers.
"There, Daddy's hand is touching you. Do you like
it?"
An eager nod. "Very much, it's lovely."
"Can Daddy explore your little tummy?"
Beth tensed, frowning. "But Mummy....." The little
voice tailed off.
His kept his voice low and reassuring. "Daddy is
here. Everything Daddy does is perfectly alright, it's
quite OK. Can Daddy explore you?"
His voice had the right effect, and Beth's breathing
settled back to being steady. "Yes, please"
Firmly but gently, hand pointing towards her
outstretched legs, he spread his fingers wide,
marvelling that he could span her thighs, the thumb and
little finger lightly touching her hips, the other three
gentling tickling her skin. Beth stirred again, a
little low sound escaping her lips.
The soft skin gave way to the pressure of his fingers,
his extended middle finger rising up the undulation of
her pelvic arch as his hand inched slowly towards her
pubic mound.
Unexpectedly, Beth's hand moved to cover his and he
stopped, awaiting a reaction. Unnaturally leaning
forward in his chair, cramped in his uncomfortable
position, his penis gave a sharp twitch as he realised
her hand was pushing his, urging it to continue its
travel. Becoming more heated, he glanced at her
straining, rumpled underwear as her legs parted. She
was used to this, liking it.
Almost there, he thought. A tic started twitching in
his knee, a trapped nerve. Can't stop now! His hand
moved again, the spear-heading finger almost within
touch of the smooth joining of the lips of Beth's labia.
Spurred on by her pushing hand, the finger bent
downwards, following her soft vulva's contours as it
eased fleshy warm lips apart.
Small whimpers of excitement coming from Beth, the top
of his finger slid into her moist warmth as with the
fingers of his other hand, he spread her lips apart.
Suddenly, her legs moved as she struggled to free
herself of the constraining briefs to help him.
Managing to work them further down, the channel between
her thighs gaped.
Easily now, the arch of Beth's legs open to him, his
finger penetrated the soft folds of skin, snuggling
itself in wetness as it sought her clitoris.
As he touched it, Beth relaxed with a sigh her head
turning towards him, a little smile on her lips. Under
his steadily circling finger, her clitoris came awake,
firming into a little knob, rubbing and stroking itself
against him. He sought to capture it as under his
touch, he felt the sensitive shaft of nerves ripple in
its sticky sheath.
Trapped, asking for relief and comfort, his penis
groaned. Beth began to pant, her hips starting to work
against him, pushing her vagina towards his finger-tip,
urging it to enter her. Now his hand was wet with her
fluid, the musky aroma wafting upwards, ticking his
senses.
Her hand's pushing developing into energetic demands
he go further, he resisted, confining himself to
tormenting Beth's clitoris, its slippery shaft coming to
him for adoration. Sliding and hiding from him, it
betrayed Beth's desire for release.
Now it wanted him, lodging under his finger-nail,
asking for thrills and pleasure. Beth's belly jerked
and heaved, up and down, from side to side, chasing the
excitement his finger held.
His hand suddenly darting, he caught her clitoris,
jamming it against her pelvic arch, cruelly exorcising
its tip, mercilessly caressing and stroking it as Beth's
breaths came in gasping sobs, the wetness pouring from
her vagina, soaking his hand. Grinning, he knew he had
her, his for the taking as her little scream started to
mount, her long hair swishing as her head thrashed from
side to side. Remorselessly, as his finger continued
its domination of her clitoris and emotions, poised for
reaction, he watched Beth's oval face.
Abruptly, it happened and, locked into position, his
domineering finger fought to retain control over its
slippery adversary. Beth's body suddenly arched, her
agonised voice whining as if in pain, her hands slamming
down on his, heaving them away as, at the top of her
voice she screamed. "NO!"
Vice-like, wrist and arm muscles braced, he fought
Beth's fighting hands, all the time spreading her labia
lips, preening her enslaved clitoris. Whilst her hips
frenziedly bucked to throw him off, he constantly
whispered soothing words, watching as the lulling tones
gradually penetrated her. Constantly stroking the
little white shaft between his fingers, he watched Beth
subside, gradually calming.
"It's lovely Beth. Relax, it feels so smooth, so
gentle. The warmth is Daddy's love for you, flowing
into you. Feel it rising in your body, touching your
heart! Everything's alright when Daddy's love is in
your heart, easing it, calming it. It's so gentle,
it's beautiful. Just lay there, be calm, let love lull
you along."
Slowly but surely, Beth's fear soaked away, her alarm
spent. Her eyelids fluttered, and he felt her body and
will submit, her clitoris purring under his touch, her
vagina again seeping liquid.
This time, he slid her along gradually, her climax
welling as he built her to tender excitement. As her
legs again parted to give him access, he felt Beth's
sexual-tension mount again, her throat and shoulders
turning crimson as arousal possessed her. Her eyes
firmly closed, her slender pink throat showed as her
head reached back, silent mouth opening to draw gasps of
air as he guided her clitoris into naked, lewd arousal,
demanding domination.
His target was Beth's climax. As it coyly wavered
in front of him, he fought and beat strong temptation to
gently lick her clitoris.
Now, his admiration, experience and knowledge of
female sexual-touchstones flowed into his finger. The
moistness under his touch turned into positive drenching
as under closed lids, Beth's eyes rolled as he touched
her vaginal opening. Her hips pushed towards him,
begging him enter her, her belly thrusting up to meet
him. As her head turned from side to side, her knees
repeatedly clamped closed, trying to grab him between
her white thighs, to push him into her. "Yes", she
shouted. "Yes", as he penetrated, his touch bringing
her close to orgasm. "Yes, I want that. Fuck it!
Fuck it! Fuck me!
Half smiling, his finger roamed around Beth's opening,
finger-pressure distorting delicate rim. Soaking wet,
it gleamed at him, shining with bright dew, its inner
pinkness opening and closing, trying to beguile him into
her depths.
Building for eventual release, driven by pure lust,
Beth gave in, to have revenge on men, to grab freedom
from the chains of misery. Sensing it within grasp,
her soul let go, powering-up energy, pushing thoughts
from her mind. The scream started again, her vocal-
chords strained, her body on fire, orgasm touching her,
blowing inhibitions apart!
Clutching his arm, Beth writhed under his hand,
pushing, her vagina seeking to swallow him, to draw him
within. His hand nudged deeper into her, feeling
spongy flesh give under his invasion. Going for her
depths, his remorseless hand pushed forward, digging
into her, seeking her cervix to flagellate, to conquer
her womb. Beth's eyes suddenly flashed open, craning
her neck to watch him sliding deeper into her, feeling
the assault on her femininity, shuddering under the
strange excitement of knowing he was driving deeper than
anyone ever before.
Wave after wave of heat, joy and ecstasy swamped her,
the power overflowed and suddenly the storm broke and
under the dam-burst of emotion, her palpitating heart
rent as her mouth screamed school-girl obscenities,
Beth came.
Energy drawn by her excitement, he gently relaxed, and
as Beth's fire subsided, her contracting vagina
suckingly expelling his hand, finally forcing it from
her with a plopping slither. Curled like a baby, hands
pushed between her legs, cupping her vagina, she
breathed hard, a faint film of perspiration on her face
as she twisted from side to side, whimpering and crying.
Gently, he talked to her. "It's quite alright, Beth
my love, Daddy loves you. It's quite alright. Relax,
enjoy Daddy's love. Hush, relax."
He gently touched her brow, his fingers brushing her
eye-lids. As they gently closed, her breathing
deepened, and suddenly, her arms flopping, her head
lolled to one side.
Ten minutes later, fully refreshed and awake now, for
a long time, Beth lay looking at him, her eyes misty.
Fondly, his fingers stroked around her brow, down her
cheek and across her nose to her lips.
Eventually, he rose, washing his hands in the basin as
she slid her briefs back into position, arranging her
green and tan skirt. Using her mirror, she looked at
her make-up and arranged her hair.
Turning, he caught his breath. At nineteen, the girl
was a picture of confidence, a bright smile on her face.
Almost as tall as he, slim breasts asserted themselves
against shimmery lycra, the gentle swell of slim hips
attractively accented by her silk skirt. Flesh-
coloured nylon stockings led down to matching tan high-
heel shoes, and the picture of loveliness was perfectly
finished by a mop of shining, honey-coloured hair. A
single-strand gold necklet and a green heavy-silk scarf
draped across her shoulders completed the image of a
girl in complete control of herself.
Moving to his desk, he picked up his diary. Flicking
through the pages, he looked up and asked, "What time
tomorrow."
"Do you think it would be right for another session so
quickly after today." Beth blushed. "I might be a
little sore."
"You're right, of course. It's just I want to get
everything over and done with as quickly as possible.
You've been too long in this condition, the quicker we
get basics over with, the happier everyone will be."
He smiled, waiting an answer.
"OK, I'll run with doctor's advice." Beth smiled,
revealing cream-coloured teeth. "Same time tomorrow."
"Wonderful!" He helped her on with her coat. "Put
your mind at rest, we're almost there. Possibly
tomorrow, maybe the appointment after that. We'll
see."
Tucking in her scarf, turning, Beth looked anxiously
at him. "Are you sure? We've been so close before,
and then something has happened to knock me back. Are
you positive?"
"As positive as one can be in my profession", he
smiled. "Now, Miss Alexander will see you out." he
opened the door for her. "Don't worry", he repeated.
"I'm the hypnosis expert around here, and everything is
going well."
Flashing him a hopeful smile, Beth left.
He sighed, returning to his large desk. Pulling a
brown file towards him, he opened it, reading Beth's
notes. He knew most of it by heart, and whistling
tunelessly to himself, he idly flicked over the paper-
clipped pages. They gave most of Beth's history.
In good physical condition, weighing 119 lbs,
University education, now living on an annuity left her
by a wealthy relative, coupled with a kind-nature, warm
personality and excellent looks, Beth could have
practically any male, do almost anything and go
anywhere. But she only wanted two things from life.
Mother and father divorced, Beth was a product of
divorce in the '60's. A mother with a harlot's nature
and the morals of a Levantine usurer, upon discovering
her husband's singular - but unfulfilled - desires on
their daughter, she'd eagerly accepted the opportunity
to divorce him, having her own predilections for
constant extra-marital affairs papered-over, blaming
everything on him, sure he would not, and could not,
for fear of publicity defend himself.
Legally forced to live with her mother, Beth witnessed
year after year of her mother's vindictive hatred of her
father, enough to cause her to lose faith in human
relationships.
Seeing her own beneficial advantages of a `society-
wedding', single-mindedly, Beth's mother persuaded Beth
to marry early, the victim being a patent-homosexual
who, within three months of wedding-celebrations, had
reverted to his normal sexual ways and friends.
Innocently unaware of any of this, happily returning
from a shopping-expedition, Beth had walked in on her
naked husband and friend writhing on the matrimonial
bed.
For a girl with a healthy and happy family background,
to have experienced so much in such a short time would
have been enough, but in Beth's case, it had to take its
toll.
When sex at 19 should be fun and expectant of euphoric
love, Beth was stone-frigid. With an abounding eager
and intelligent mind encased in a beautiful body,
displaying latent, extremely-deep seated but undeveloped
tendencies of father-fixation and a desperate maternal
urge, when combined together, they produced a time-bomb
waiting to go off.
In this instance, taking all things into account,
using light hypnosis, Beth's psychiatrist had decided
upon therapy requiring submersion into her earlier life,
to trace the root of the frigidity and put it right at
source. After many sessions, both psychiatrist and Beth
had decided to go to inordinate lengths to open her
subconscious and let out the pus of her life.
However unorthodox the treatment, now reflecting on
the afternoon, he was pleased with the results. Beth's
progress was heading her to where she wished to go, but
reading the notes, however much he resisted the
temptation, like a rabbit watching a weasel's dance, his
eyes kept wandering back to the first page.
In block capitals, written in red ink across the
corner of the page were the words, `Deep-seated,
natural, strong loving/incestuous desires. Pregnancy-
wish?'
Eventually tossing the file to one-side, he rose,
walking to the window. A dark grey line below him,
early-evening lights reflecting from it, the River
Thames wended its way through the capital. Thinking of
the smart, self-possessed young woman who'd been in his
consulting-room, suddenly depressed, he plunged both
hands into his trouser-pockets.
At a time when he should have been his most happiest,
usually full of confidence of his professional
judgement, for the thousandth time, George Wendall
wondered whether he was about to do the right thing!