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Prologue

Julia was happy with her life. It wasn’t a great life by any means, but she always told herself that she could be a lot worse off. She had a reasonably well paid job and was regarded with respect at the office. Being single meant that she wasn’t tied down and could devote the necessary hours to her work.

She did feel a little lonely at times, but she tried to keep herself occupied and not think about it too much.

When she did think, she had to admit that she missed not having a partner. Two romances in her early twenties had lasted a while, but both relationships had eventually broken down. Julia was probably to blame for this; she wanted to retain her independence. Occasionally she would even confess to herself that she was merely using them for sex.

Most of the time Julia, was able to keep her libido in check. From time to time she would masturbate, but although she reached her climax it never seemed particularly fulfilling – even when she used a vibrator. In fact, she preferred to use her fingers rather than the impersonal plastic toy.

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Chapter 1

Something began happening to Julia a couple of years ago. At first she tried to put it out of her mind, but in the end she couldn’t ignore it. Julia couldn’t tell anybody, because there was nothing to tell.

She had been going through a period of frustration, both work-based and sexual. The office problem resolved itself, but the deep need that she felt didn’t. She rubbed herself every evening, either in the bath or in bed, but only achieved momentary respite. For two weeks the situation persisted.

She awoke late that Saturday morning, tired, aching and feeling more than a little bruised. Lying in bed staring at the ceiling she tried to recall the events of the night before. The tiredness was not an aid to memory, but no recollections surfaced. Eventually Julia dragged herself out of bed and walked to the bathroom. She was only mildly surprised to find herself naked.

“What a hangover,” she said aloud. Then she stopped dead in her tracks, “Wait a minute! I don’t have a hangover!” It was true. She had no headache or queasiness. She simply felt tired and bruised. Looking in the mirror, she saw that her make up had been removed the night before. The state of her hair suggested that she had had a shower before retiring. But she recalled none of this.

The water drilled down from the shower head helping to revive her a little. She began to soap and massage her body. Her breasts felt bruised, the nipples sore. She continued to rack her brains, but still couldn’t remember what had happened. Puzzlement turned to shock as her hands reached the area between her legs. Her pussy lips felt puffy, but looking down she could see and confirm what her hands had found; no pubic hair. Instead of the neatly trimmed triangle, her hands stroked smooth flesh instead.

An hour later she sat at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee, attempting to rationalise the situation. She was convinced that she must have had sex. Having only just finished her period a few days before, she considered it highly unlikely that she would fall pregnant, but the fears of what else could happen from unprotected sex were a real concern. Fortunately, all subsequent tests (pregnancy and otherwise) proved to be negative.

Of course, it happened again six months later. The circumstances were similar; working stress leading to sexual frustration. The sudden relief of the former resulted in another morning waking up in confusion. Except that this time it was a Tuesday morning and she had to get ready for work. Once again her pussy was shaven, this time the evidence in the form of a twin-bladed razor was to be found in the kitchen bin. It meant that she had come home and then gone out again.

Returning home that evening, she looked in the washing basket for more signs of what had happened. Having completed her washing on Sunday, there should have been only two lots of clothes in the basket. As she hadn’t worn underwear under her tracksuit on wash day, there should be one set of underwear in the container. There was none. No bra, no panties. The tracksuit was there, along with the blouse and trousers that she had worn to work. But, in addition was her short, pleated black skirt and black silk blouse.

Holding the clothes up to look at them, Julia was upset to see that there was a little tear just under one sleeve and some dirty marks on the back. The skirt gave more damning evidence; semen stains both on the outside and the inside, roughly where the material would have brushed itself against her genitals as she walked.

Once again, Julia was very concerned. She was worried about the consequences, about the fact that she didn’t remember a thing. And, although she hadn’t realised it at the time, she was feeling sexually satisfied. In fact, apart from the obvious after effects of what must have been slightly rough sex, her body felt fantastic. The tests proved negative again, thank goodness, but Julia decided that she should see her Doctor about going on the pill. This was merely a precaution she told herself. She hoped very much that this would never happen again.

For a while, everything was normal with Julia. She felt alive, buzzing with energy. Her confidence at work had its effect as well and people realised she was a force to be reckoned with. When she received a promotion and an increase in salary nobody (including her) was surprised.

The promotion meant more responsibility and with it an increase in mental pressure. The stress began to build once more, as did Julia’s sense of sexual frustration. The tension was only increased by the worry that she might be heading for another ‘episode’.

It occurred on a Saturday afternoon. She remembered having lunch and then sitting down to watch a film on television. It was a pretty tame film, so she decided to put on one of her collection of DVDs. It had a mildly erotic scene about half way through, but she didn’t recall seeing it. Her next memory was of waking up in bed on Sunday morning.

The incidences of memory loss continued, increasing in frequency, until they were only a couple of months apart. Finally, she realised that she would have to do something about the situation. She had awoken late, naked, bruised and sore once more. She had clearly cleaned herself up again before retiring to bed.

The aches were nothing to be concerned about, but she checked her body over in the bedroom mirror. One or two small bruises were visible, but nothing much. Her nipples were very sore indeed and looked as though had been treated roughly. The muscles of her inner thighs felt as though they had been stretched to their limits. Her pussy lips were darker than usual and seemed tender as she walked.

Unusually, the muscles in her ass cheeks were aching badly. She wondered about this, but didn’t understand the significance until she was standing in the shower, soaping her body. As her hand slid between her cheeks, her fingertips came into contact with her anus. It too was sore, but she was shocked to be able to feel the opening. It was almost gaping. It had never felt like that before. The realisation that she had been ass-fucked was devastating. She had never allowed any of her previous partners to do that to her.

Julia made an appointment to see her Doctor.

*****

Chapter 2

The Surgery had around five Doctors and a couple of Nurses on most days. Although Julia was signed up with Dr. Morris, she agreed to see Dr. White instead as the former had a long waiting list for appointments.

“Come in Ms. Jackson. Please sit down,” she said as she finished washing her hands and drying them.”

Dr. White was a reasonably attractive 35 year-old. She was dressed in matching dark trousers and jacket, with a white blouse underneath. Her hair was pulled back into a bun. The effect was to make her appear brusque and business-like; something that most patients didn’t like and as a result preferred not to see her.

Dr. White sat down behind her desk and said, “Now Ms. Jackson. How can I help?”

Now that she was here, she realised that she couldn’t tell another woman the whole story, so she just explained about the losses of memory. The Doctor listened patiently until Julia had finished.

“Hmm. Unusual,” she said. “Look, I have to ask this. Do you drink, or take drugs?”

“No,” said Julia, with a look of surprise. “No, I’ve never taken drugs in my life. I do drink from time to time, but I can take it or leave it and I never drink to excess anyway. Besides I don’t keep much alcohol at home anyway.”

“Is there any possibility that somebody could have spiked your drink somewhere?”

“What? Like a date rape drug? At home?”

Julia was becoming a little distressed by the line of questions.

“Look, I’m sorry…” She looked at her notes, “Julia. But I have to ask these questions if we are going to get to the bottom of it. You’re clearly feeling very worried about this.”

Dr. White considered for a moment, and then asked, “How do you feel about alternative therapies?”

Julia looked blankly at the Doctor. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” she said cautiously. “I have a friend who is a hypnotherapist. He usually works with people who have addictions, but he also carries out a little research in other areas in the field. If you are agreeable, I’d like to contact him and discuss your case. How do you feel about that?”

Anything was better than doing nothing and waiting for the next time. Julia agreed.

Later that day, Dr. White rang Julia on her mobile and told her that John Reynolds had agreed to see her that evening at 7pm.

Mr. Reynolds surgery was in a side street in one of the busier parts of town. The doorway leading to the stairs was unassuming, but recently painted. When she reached the entrance on the first floor, she pushed a button above a sign that told her to ring and wait for the door to open. Inside was a waiting room, with comfortable chairs. She was about to sit down and wait when the inner door opened.

“Julia Jackson, I presume?” said a deep, yet soft voice. Its owner was tall – over six feet – and broad shouldered. The face was lightly tanned, clean shaven and highlighted by the deepest, dark brown eyes Julia had ever seen.

“Mm,” she nodded. That was all she could manage.

“Hello. I’m John Reynolds.” He shook her hand with a firm grip. “Why don’t you come along in?”

Julia followed him into his inner office. It did have a couch, as she had expected, but he showed her to a comfortable chair and then sat down in an identical one next to her. A pad and pen were already sitting on the arm of the chair waiting for him.

“Dr. White has filled me in on your… concerns. But I’d like to hear for myself if that’s OK?”

Julia nodded her agreement and then began to explain. Unlike with the Doctor, she felt she could and should tell John Reynolds everything. Well, almost everything.

When she had finished, almost half an hour had passed. The session was due to last for an hour. Having made plenty of notes, John sat looking at them for a while before speaking. “Well, Julia. I can’t guarantee to be able to help you, but I think that you have a deep need to know what has been happening to you during these lapses. What I would like to do is put you into a hypnotic sleep and send you back to… re-call the events (he had almost said re-live, but just stopped himself in time).

Julia agreed. He then showed her over to the couch, explaining that it was important for her to be as comfortable as possible. He sat in a wheeled chair beside her.

Not everybody is susceptible to hypnosis, but Julia was a good subject and went under very quickly. John pushed his chair away from her until he was level with her feet. This would allow him to observe both her facial and bodily reactions.

“I want you to go back Julia. Go back to the day of your first memory loss two years ago. You’re leaving work, travelling home on the train. You get off and walk home. Do you remember?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You arrive home and enter your front door. Tell me what is happening now.”

“I’ve shut the front door. I’ve hung my raincoat up. I’m walking into the kitchen. Put the kettle on. Open the freezer and select a meal. I’m putting it in the microwave.”

Julia was talking in a monotone, taking little jumps in time.

“I’ve finished eating. I’ve done the washing up. There’s nothing on television.”

“How do you feel Julia?” John asked gently.

Julia frowned. “I’m feeling… horny.”

“Go on.”

Julia seemed to falter, she licked her lips. “I’ve got to do something about this. I can’t go on. I’ll kill myself otherwise.”

John was mildly worried about this revelation, but allowed the recollection to continue.

“I’m angry now. I’m going to the bedroom. I’m undressing. I’m looking at myself in the mirror. Why doesn’t anybody want me? Why can’t I get fucked?”

Whether John was expecting this or not the effect of Julia’s pronouncement was quite dramatic. His mouth had gone dry, so he sipped the glass of water he kept handy.

“My pubic hair looks ugly,” Julia continued. Her voice had begun to become more animated, seemingly at the point that her memories had been blocked. “I’m shaving it off. All of it. That’s better. It’s smooth now. It feels fantastic.”

Julia smiled, clearly appreciating the memory. “I’m going out,” she declared. I’m putting my high heels on. I’m walking to the front door. I’ve got hold of the handle. Wait! I can’t go out naked! I want to, but I can’t. I’ve put my raincoat on and tied it at the waist with the belt. My purse and keys are in the pocket. I’m out in the open now, walking along.”

“What time is it, Julia?” he asked.

“It’s dark. It must be after 9pm.”

“How do you feel now?”

“Horny. Very, very horny. It feels incredible knowing that I have no clothes on under my coat. I can feel the breeze on my naked pussy. I can feel that I’m getting wet.”

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know. I’m just walking around town. Anywhere I guess.”

“What happens next?”

“I’m walking along the pavement. There are two young men standing on the corner of an alleyway. I’ve walked past them, but they’ve said something to me.”

“What did they say?”

“One said, ‘Alright darling, looking for something?’ The other one laughed said, ‘I’ve got something you can see. It would fit nicely between those gorgeous tits of yours.'”

“Go on.”

“I walk back towards them. ‘What tits,’ I say. These? I’m holding open my raincoat. Their mouths and eyes are open wide. ‘Fucking hell!’ they both say.

“One of them pulls my coat back together again. ‘Shit, what are you trying to do? Get us arrested?’ He’s taking hold of my arm, leading me down the alley. It’s dark, but there’s a bit of light from the moon.” Julia paused and took a deep breath.”

“OK, Julia. I want you to stop there,” John interrupted her. He was aware that the session was nearly over and he had another appointment at 8pm. Besides, it seemed as though Julia was starting to get to an important point in the recollection. If he took her there now, he may run out of time to deal with what he found.

“Julia, I want you to wake up in a moment, but I want you to forget what you have told me this evening. When you come around, you are going to feel a lot better, more relaxed. I’m going to count backwards from ten. When I reach one, you will awake fully. Do you understand Julia?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Ten, nine, eight. You’re starting to come out of your sleep now. Seven, six, five, four. Your body is waking up. Three, two, one. Wake up.”

Julia opened her eyes. She frowned a little. “Have you done it?”

“You’ve been under for about thirty minutes.”

“But I still don’t remember anything!” she complained.

“That’s OK, Julia. You’re not quite ready yet. I want you to make another appointment. Can you come back at the same time in three days?”

“Yes, I guess so. Will I be able to remember then?”

“We’ll see. These things take time and we have to be careful about it.”

Julia walked away from the office, disappointed that she knew no more than when she went in. However, she did feel a little different. Not quite so worried about things. Mr. Reynolds seemed confident that he could help.

*****

Chapter 3

It was Thursday afternoon. Julia left work on time and went home to make herself a meal prior to her appointment. Unconsciously, she had dressed with Mr. Reynolds in mind; a simple, plain blue dress and matching high heels. Not that it mattered, of course, but she put on a matching bra and pants in fine blue lace.

When she entered John Reynolds’s office, he showed her straight to the couch. He explained that he had decided to stop the last session because they were coming to an important part and he wanted to have the full hour to deal with it.

Julia went under quickly again and, after prompting, rapidly ran through the events she had related previously.

“You’re in the alleyway now, Julia. Tell me what is happening.”

“I’m leaning with my back to the wall. The two of them are standing, looking at me. They want me to open my coat again.” Julia smiled in her sleep. “I’ve opened it up. The poor sods think all their Christmases have come at once.

“‘Well come on then. Where’s this thing that would fit nicely between my tits?’ I say. He’s checking up and down the alley. Now he’s unzipping his jeans. Oooh! His dick looks gorgeous!”

Julia was clearly becoming aroused by the memory. Her body had been relaxed, but now she was fidgeting, raising one knee off of the couch. John was aware that she was now showing off considerably more of her legs in this way. He re-doubled his concentration on making his notes.

“He wants me to squat down a bit, so he can put it in between them. I’m squeezing my breasts around his dick. He’s thrusting it between them. He’s fucking my tits. Ohh! His friend has got his hand between my legs. He’s got two fingers in me. It feels fantastic. He’s coming! He’s spraying it all over my chest. Some of it has hit my chin.

“The first one has stepped away from me. His mate is getting his cock out now. I hope he’s going to fuck me. He’s got to fuck me. Ohhh! He’s pushed it right in. He’s fucking me!”

Julia’s raised knee fell to one side, pulling the skirt of her dress higher and revealing the gusset of her pale blue panties. Her panties were showing the unmistakeable signs of dampness at the crotch. John wasn’t sure if he should allow Julia to continue, but she pressed on with her story.

“I haven’t come yet. I need to come. I’m telling him to fuck me harder. He’s ramming it in, really deep. The first one is rubbing himself, he’s getting harder again. The other one is really pounding me. He’s shooting his load into me now. He’s pinning me to the wall, clutching my breasts. My feet are hardly touching the ground.”

Julia’s hands were becoming animated now. They had moved from her sides and were now plying her breasts. John took a drink to dry his throat. He really should end this now, but he was captivated by the performance in front of him. Julia’s panties had changed colour with the moisture. His own arousal had brought on a massive and solid erection. He had to fight the urge to unzip his trousers and rub himself. As it was, his legs were crossed and the hand with the notepad was trying to press his cock down.

“He’s pulled out now. His friend is standing in front of me. He’s hard again. He wants me to squat right down.” Both of Julia’s knees were raised now, her heels close to her ass cheeks. “He’s going to shove it in my mouth, make me suck him.”

“How do you feel, Julia?” he croaked.

“I need to come. They haven’t made come yet. I can feel spunk dripping down from my pussy.”

“Go on,” he said.

“I’m sucking him. I’m getting him in really deep. He keeps holding my head. I am using one hand to stop it from going too far and making me gag. I’m playing with myself, trying to get there.”

Julia’s left hand had involuntarily moved down between her legs and John could see that she was concentrating her rubbing on one tiny area.

“His friend has said something to him. He wants me to stand up and suck him. Oh! The other one is trying to fuck me at the same time. They’re really pleased with themselves. They’re calling it a spit-roast. It’s… it’s happening at last! I’m coming!”

So was John Reynolds. He had never, ever ejaculated into his underwear like this before.

“Oh my… there’s come everywhere. So much, it’s coming out of my mouth, out of my pussy. Ohhhh!” Julia ceased rubbing herself and her limbs fell back into place, her arms by her sides, her legs straight.

“What’s happening now, Julia?” he asked.

“I’m going home. I’m through the front door. I’ve hung my raincoat up. Now I’m taking my make-up off. I’m showering. I’m climbing into bed.”

“How do you feel, Julia?”

“Fucking marvellous!”

“Thank you Julia. Just wait there a moment would you.” He paused for breath and to consider his next actions. It was very important to get this right, for the sake of his client. He stood up, aware of the wetness in his crotch and straightened Julia’s dress.

He decided that Julia needed to know what had happened on that night, but to save his own embarrassment, not what had happened this evening.

“Julia, I’m going to count backwards from ten. When I reach one, you will awake fully. You will remember everything that you have related to me tonight, but you will not remember precisely how you told me. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Ten, nine, eight. You’re starting to come out of your sleep now. Seven, six, five, four. Your body is waking up. Three, two, one. Wake up.”

Julia’s eyes opened, they then opened wider as the memory returned. Her face turned a delicate shade of beetroot. She was speechless.

“You need to go home now and rest. If you need anything, anything at all, at any time, then call this number.” He handed her a card. “I suggest that you come back next Monday evening and we can discuss where you go from here.”

*****

Chapter 4

Julia walked home in a daze. It wasn’t so much what had happened that worried her. After all, she knew that she had had sex that evening, but not the exact circumstances. No, what concerned her was the fact that she had clearly enjoyed the experience.

Life continued as normal. Julia returned to John’s office and arrived promptly at 7pm.

“Hi Julia, come on in.” He offered her a chair and then sat down behind his desk. “Now, how are you coping with last week’s revelations?”

“Well, I guess it was no more than I had expected. It was a bit of a shock that it happened in such a sordid way though. Do you know why I did it though?”

“Very simply, I’d suggest that it was pressure of work combined with sexual tension. Both built up side by side. Once the pressure was released at work, the sexual pressure needed release as well.”

“Can we do anything about it?” she asked.

“Well, I’d rather not give you an answer straight away. Not until we’ve investigated each of these episodes individually and checked that it all fits together in the way we think.”

“So, what now then?”

“We go back to the second incident,” he suggested.

Julia slipped under quickly and was soon relating in a monotone the events of eighteen months ago.

“I’ve arrived home, eaten my dinner and I’m now sitting, wondering what to do.” Julia stopped talking.

John waited for her to continue, but she didn’t. She seemed to need prompting to continue. “Continue,” he said.

“I have to go out. I’ve got to get ready. I’m shaving again. The men will like that. I’m choosing my outfit now. I’m dressing in a black skirt, black blouse and black underwear. It’s a mild evening, a jacket will do. I’m leaving the house now.”

“Where are you going?”

“To find someone,” Julia replied.

“Who?”

“It doesn’t matter. I just need someone with a hard dick.”

Although used to language of this nature, hearing it coming from Julia’s lips seemed to have an impressive effect on John. His own dick was hard again.

“I’ve found a wine bar. It’s very crowded and loud, but I manage to find my way to a seat at the bar. It doesn’t take long before somebody hits on me and asks me if I’d like a drink. I’m sipping my drink and making small talk. He may be boring, but I’m not paying attention. I’m just thinking about what he has in his trousers.

“Now his two friends have joined us. They’re not a bad looking bunch, but they’re trying to outdo each other, trying to impress me. There’s some question as to who is the best kisser, so I’m going to find out. I’m kissing each of them in turn, using my tongue to play with them. I think I’ve hooked them now.

“Joe has got his hand on my knee and is lightly rubbing it. The way the three are standing, nobody else in the bar can see as his hand wanders up my leg. ‘What are you hoping to find up there, then?’ I ask.”

Julia was getting turned on by the recalling of the events. She was wearing a skirt and blouse – possibly the ones she wore that night. John couldn’t stop his attention wandering to her gradually opening legs. As she began to writhe the skirt rose and her panties came into view once more.

“He tells me that he’s heard that there’s a pussy that needs stroking. He’s sliding his hand higher. It’s nearly there. My legs are open for him. He’s telling me that my pussy must have been thrown into the canal, because it’s sopping wet.”

“Are you drinking alcohol, Julia?”

“I’ve finished one and I’m on my second. I’m not going to finish it though; Jerry has suggested that we should find somewhere quieter. We leave the bar and head down the road. We find another bar. It’s in a basement. It’s very dark and dingy, not many customers. They lead me to a booth at the back, somebody is getting drinks. We’re almost on our own in this place. Nobody can see us.

“As soon as the drinks arrive, Joe’s hand goes straight back up my skirt. He’s playing with me through my knickers. I’ll come if he keeps this up much longer. Jerry is trying to find my nipples through my blouse and bra. He wants me to take the bra off. I can do that. I can take it off with my blouse still on. He’s happy now. He’s pinching them quite hard. Ohhh! That feels good!”

Julia’s hands had moved to her breasts and she was tweaking and pulling at her own nipples.

“I’m feeling sorry for Sam. He’s sitting opposite, but he can’t join in because there’s a table in the way. I’ve kicked off my shoe and I’m playing with his crotch using my foot. I’m having trouble concentrating now. I’ve realised that Jerry has undone the buttons on my blouse and Joe has pushed my skirt up to my hips. He’s using his other hand to pull my knickers down. Oh! He’s ripping them off!”

Julia gasped and made a sharp intake of breath as her own hand reached between her legs.

“His fingers are inside me. I’m coming.” She slumped back onto the couch and went quiet for a moment. “Sam has changed sides and is keeping watch in case anybody comes along. Jerry is unzipping his trousers. He seems to be struggling to get his dick out. It looks big, hard and shiny. He’s pulling my face down to it. He wants me to suck him. Mmm, he tastes so good.

“Joe has pulled my skirt up. I can feel the air on the skin of my cheeks. What? He… he’s got his cock out and he’s pushing it into me. It’s too much for Jerry; he’s exploding into the back of my throat. I haven’t finished swallowing yet and Jerry and Sam have swapped places. Come on Sam, get your dick out! I want it in my mouth. Mmm, that’s better.”

John was struggling to cope. He daren’t even move. The slightest touch would make him orgasm – his cock was that sensitive now.

“We’ve got to stop. Somebody’s coming our way. I’ve managed to do up one of my blouse buttons, holding it together. We’re leaving the bar. We’re walking along the street, turning the corner. We’re stopping at a car.

“Jerry is driving. Joe and Sam climb in the back seat with me. Their hands are all over my body. I’m coming again. Joe is climbing on top of me now, pushing his dick in. He hasn’t shot his load yet. He’s really pounding me hard. I can feel the car suspension bouncing beneath me. He’s breathing very hard. He’s grunting. I can feel the heat as his come shoots up inside of me.

“I haven’t got any clothes on now. There are three dicks around me all the time. While one is fucking me another has his cock in my mouth. I’ve come so many times myself I’ve lost count.

“My blouse and skirt are back on now. They’re driving me home.”

With a husky voice, John asked, “Is that where the evening ends?”

Smiling, Julia says, “No. They keep me on the boil all the way home. They finger-fuck me until we pull up outside and don’t let me go until I’ve come again. They all kiss me goodnight. I’m going indoors, showering, getting ready for bed, going to sleep.” Her voice faded to a whisper.

“OK Julia, I’m going to wake you up now. I will count backwards from ten. When I reach one, you will awake fully. You will remember everything that you have told me tonight, but you will not remember precisely how you told me. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered. He tidied her clothing once more before continuing.

“When you open your eyes you will feel calm and relaxed. Ten, nine, eight. You’re starting to come out of your sleep now. Seven, six, five, four. Your body is waking up. Three, two, one. Wake up.”

Julia had thought she was embarrassed by the revelations of her last session. This time however, was far worse. She wondered what her therapist had heard. Had she told him everything that she now remembers?

“Did I tell you what happened?”

“Yes Julia. But I suppressed your knowledge of how you told me, so you could concentrate on the plain facts. How do you feel about your memories now? Do you feel satisfied that you have retrieved them?”

“I guess so,” she said, unconvincingly. “It’s just that… well, I’m wondering about the other times.”

John spoke sympathetically, “I understand. But we have to take this slowly, one step at a time. Can you make it on Thursday for your next session?”

“I think so, yes.”

*****

Chapter 5

Somewhat perversely, Julia found she was enjoying her sessions with John. The idea of telling such filthy secrets to such a handsome man left her very turned on. When she arrived home, she had to change her panties because they were so wet. Having taken them off, she lay back on the bed and masturbated. It didn’t take very long and she felt contented afterwards.

These visits to the hypnotherapist even seemed to be helping at work. There were a number of situations that could have caused stress, but she felt she was able to rise above it, to become detached yet in control.

Thursday arrived and Julia was feeling excited by the time she got home. Even the mild fear of what she was likely to find out this evening started to thrill her. She dined and then looked for something to wear. Momentarily, she considered trousers, but then dismissed this. A wet crotch to her panties was one thing, but the idea of walking along the street with a damp patch in her trousers was out of the question. In the end, she plumped for a black wrap around skirt with a peach coloured jumper.

Julia arrived at John’s office and fell very quickly under hypnosis.

“How are you feeling today, Julia?” he asked her.

“I’m fine. Really, really good,” she murmured.

“Good. Now, I want you to go back about thirteen months, to the third time that you lost your memory. Go back to the day before you woke up. You’re at work and it’s coming up to home time. Tell me what’s happening.”

“It’s not been a good week – lots of problems. I’ve finally sorted them out and I’m going home now. It’s bright outside and the sun is shining and feels warm on my skin. I don’t want to go home yet.”

“Why don’t you want to go home, Julia?”

Julia frowned. “Because it might happen again. I might black out again.”

John made a note on the pad. Julia had clearly begun to realise what contributory factors led to these episodes at a very early stage, but was unable to prevent them. “What are you doing instead?” he asked.

“I’m walking, just walking. I want to do something, but I don’t know what. I suddenly remember that I have a complimentary ticket for a Health and Fitness Centre. I’m going to take the opportunity to try it out.

“It’s a new building, purpose built. A woman is taking my details and asking me about my lifestyle. She’s telling me that it’s important to tailor a programme around me. She’s suggesting that for this first visit I should have a swim, try the spa pool and then have a sauna. I’m telling her that I haven’t got a costume with me. But it’s OK. They have them for hire, or I can buy one there. I grab a red one.” Julia’s brow furrowed. “I don’t know why, but I’ve chosen one a size too small.

“I’m putting my clothes in a locker. The swimming costume is a bit more revealing than it should be. The material keeps rising up over my bum cheeks and I have to continuously pull it down. My boobs are almost spilling out of the sides.

“The water is warm and soothing. I’ve been swimming for a while now and my arms are starting to get a little tired. It’s time to try the spa pool. There’s another woman in there at the moment. She’s smiling and chatting with me. The bubbles feel fantastic; they’re stroking my body. If I move ever so slightly one of the water jets is pulsing against my pussy.”

Julia’s legs began to open again. The wrap around skirt parted almost to her waist, revealing white lace panties that left very little to the imagination. John’s erection was almost immediate.

John had to get back in control. “Is the centre very busy?”

“No. It’s one of their quieter days.”

“What’s happening now?”

“Judy – the woman in the spa with me is suggesting that we go into the sauna now. We have to shower first to remove the chlorine from our bodies. She’s taking her costume off. Wow, she’s got a terrific body! I’m taking mine off too. She’s giving me an appreciative look.

“We’ve taken towels from the pile and wrapped them around ourselves to go into the sauna. It’s hot and there’s nobody else there. Judy is ladling some water onto the stones. Now she’s thrown her towel onto the bench. She’s laying down right next to where I’m sitting. I can’t stop myself looking at her hairless pussy. The lips look… delicious.

“Judy is suggesting that I won’t feel the benefit of the sauna with a towel wrapped around me. I’m taking it off. She doesn’t seem to be at all embarrassed by our nudity. She’s even talking about my body, asking if my breasts are real or enhanced. She tells me she’s had surgery on hers and sits up. She’s moving closer to me, sliding along the bench, but instead of swivelling her legs to the floor, she’s left one on the bench. I’m sitting between her legs now.

“She’s taking my hand and telling me to feel the difference. I’m holding one of her breasts and one of my own. She does the same. Judy’s taking a long time to compare, but I’m enjoying her touch. She has both her hands on my breasts now. I’m looking down at her hands kneading my tits, playing with the nipples. I’m looking down past her hands. With her legs spread wide, I can see the lips of her vagina pulling apart. I can see a drip of juice collecting at the bottom of her slit.

Julia’s hands were on her breasts, almost re-enacting Judy’s actions that she was recalling. John, meanwhile, had stepped into territory outside of his professional experience. He couldn’t help himself. At first it was just a desire to do something, anything, so he unzipped his flies. But then his hand slipped into the gap. He was expecting to feel his penis through his boxer shorts, but instead his cock had raised itself through the gap in his underpants. Feeling the hot rigidity of his manhood he pulled his hand back out of his trousers – still clutching his erection. He began to rub his prick, while listening to Julia and watching the dark stain on her knickers widening rapidly.

Meanwhile, Julia continued with the memory, “I’m touching the drip, catching it on my fingertip. My fingers are slipping into her and she’s gasping. She’s pinching my nipples really hard.” Julia winced, remembering the discomfort.

“My fingers are slipping in and out of her very easily. I’m playing with her clit, using my thumb. She’s moaning and panting. She’s telling me to finger-fuck her, telling me to do it harder. Judy’s had to let go of my tits. She’s coming. My hand is getting very wet.

“She’s kissing me now. Kissing my lips and opening her mouth and using her tongue. She’s pulling me up and leading me back to the showers. We’re getting dressed and leaving. We’re going back to her flat.”

“Do you want to go back to her flat?” asked John.

“Of course!” she replied. “I want to fuck!”

“You’re not concerned about her being a woman? Have you ever had sex with a woman before?”

“No, I’ve never been with a woman before. But I badly want to now.”

“What happens when you get back to her flat?”

“We’ve gone straight to her bedroom. She’s pulled the bed covers off so that we can lie down on the sheets. We’re both stripping off; she’s ripped a couple of buttons off of her blouse in her haste. I’ve just taken off my bra when she finishes. She’s grabbing my knickers and yanking the down. I’m falling backwards onto the bed. Judy’s head is between my legs. Ohhh! Her tongue is pushing into my cunt!”

By now, Julia was writhing upon the couch, remembering her ecstasy. John was caught out as his cock suddenly began jerking and pumping. He had no time to grab a tissue, but had to hold his other hand around the head of his penis to prevent it spraying everywhere. It took a few moments to recover from this and find three tissues to mop up the stickiness in his hand. He had lost concentration and had missed some of Julia’s recollection.

“She tastes wonderful. I’ve always liked the taste of my own pussy juices, but I really love Judy’s. We’re both coming again, ohhh!

“We’re resting next to each other on the bed. I’m telling Judy that I still desperately need cock. I’m saying that I’m going to have to leave to find it. She’s telling me to wait, to close my eyes and get onto all fours. I’m waiting, but I don’t know what for. Mmm, it’s a dick! She’s wearing a strap-on one and she’s fucking me with it.”

Julia’s hips were bouncing up off of the couch. Although he had dressed himself, John was still hard and getting even harder. His head was spinning with arousal. He wanted to be pounding his cock into Julia. He wanted to be the one making her orgasm.

“We’ve been using the dildo all evening on each other. We’re both exhausted, but I have to go home now. Judy wants to see me again. I’m telling her that we’ll see each other at the Health and Fitness club.”

As Julia finished her story and lapsed into silence once more, John’s hand was moving towards her crotch. Her legs closing together again, just before his hand reached its goal, brought him to his senses. It took a few minutes for him to recover his senses – and lose his hard-on. He brought Julia around and asked if she was OK.

“Yes, but more than a bit surprised really. I never knew that I was… well, that I had… those tendencies.”

John needed to end this session as soon as possible. “Monday?” he said.

“Yes,” Julia replied and left.

As soon as the door closed, John pulled his cock out and masturbated again. He imagined what it would be like to fuck Julia, what it would belike to have her suck his prick. He wondered what her pussy would taste like.

*****

Chapter 6

Julia’s life seemed to be revolving around her visits to John Reynolds. She lay in bed that night thinking about the latest revelations and about him. He seemed so composed and in control. Totally professional and able to hear her stories yet stay unaffected. She wondered what it would be like to have him laying in bed beside her. She imagined him naked, making love to her. Her fingers rubbed faster and faster until her orgasm was finally reached.

The minute hand on the clock, seemed to creep slower and slower as it neared 5pm. Finally, it was time to go home and get ready for her next session with John.

Julia wasn’t thinking about what to wear that was smart and conservative, she was thinking about what to wear to attract her therapist. In the end, the summer evening warmth made up her mind; she would wear a thin-strapped, short summer dress. Although Julia had a reasonably sized bust, her breasts were firm and she had no concerns in wearing the dress without a bra. She looked in her underwear drawer and found a tiny thong that always made her feel sexy when she wore it. The back and sides were merely a string, the front a small triangle. The material was of soft gauze. She chose open-toed, high-heel sandals for her feet.

She almost bounced along the pavement as she walked through the town to her destination. There were admiring looks from people as she walked past – and even the occasional wolf whistle. It was only as she walked up to the outer door of John’s office and, looking down, realised that her nipples were hard and very apparent. A thrill ran through her body and centred itself deep between her legs. As she walked through the door she could feel the slippery wetness developing.

“Come on in Julia. And how are you today?” John asked.

“Great. In fact, fantastic. I feel really good.”

“No ill-effects after last week? No more problems?”

“No, everything is fine thank you.” She smiled and made her way straight to the couch. She couldn’t wait to get started.

Both John and Julia were disappointed by the next episode. She met a good-looking man in a bar, went for a meal in a local restaurant and then back to his place. He didn’t seem very experienced and sex didn’t last long. Although he was happy for Julia to suck his dick, he showed no interest in going down on her. She only achieved orgasm by persuading him to take her doggy-style, so that she could rub her clitoris frantically. Her partner had actually finished and then collapsed on the bed before she arrived herself.

Much to her surprise, Julia felt as turned on after the latest revelation as she did with the others, but she couldn’t understand why.

John, on the other hand, knew precisely why. The moment that Julia had walked into his office he had been overcome by the sexuality that she was oozing. As she was telling her story, he felt compelled to reach out and touch one of her bullet-hard nipples. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help himself.

As Julia had talked and moved animatedly one of her dress straps slipped off of her shoulder. The soft cup of the bodice slipped further and further down her breast, until the dark aureole came into view. Julia’s hand came up and began playing with the exposed nipple. The other hand had grabbed the hem of her short skirt and pulled it higher, revealing her transparent thong.

John moved closer. He could smell her arousal now and was able to see the gleam of pussy juices at the entrance to her vagina. As Julia described how she had rubbed herself her hand came down, pushing the tiny gusset to one side.

John was so close now that Julia’s knuckles brushed against his nose as she masturbated. In her unconscious state she bemoaned the fact that her partner wouldn’t use his tongue on her. Her hips pushed upwards, almost begging for a tongue.

It was a few seconds before John realised what he was doing, but by then it was too late. He was totally hooked on Julia’s pussy and never wanted to surface. Both in her memory and in reality Julia came.

It was fully ten minutes before John could continue with the session. He went to the small bathroom that led off from his inner office and quickly wanked into the hand basin. He didn’t feel he could trust himself anymore.

When Julia awoke, her body was covered once more. She went home confused. The memory was one she didn’t want or need to remember, yet she felt excited by it.

The next session revealed that the lack of fulfilment from the previous adventure had caused the next one to come about that much quicker. Again, she had finished unsatisfied. This time, she had seduced her neighbour’s son. He was a virgin and very inexperienced. Although enthusiastic, he didn’t understand what she wanted from him. He came three times, but Julia didn’t even orgasm once.

John was glad of the respite. He had been very concerned after the last time. But on this occasion he was able to keep in complete control. Julia, for her part, hardly moved on the couch.

They arranged her next visit, fully aware that it would reveal the last episode of her black-outs.

*****

Chapter 7

For the past week, Julia had been dreading this visit. She knew, in part, what had happened during her last memory lapse three weeks ago, but she wasn’t sure now if she wanted to find out the truth.

John asked her if she was ready for this. She told him, honestly, that she didn’t know.

“It’s important to find out what happened. Once we know, then we can work out how to stop these episodes occurring. But… if you’re not sure then we should wait until you’re more prepared.”

Julia thought about it for a while. Although she wasn’t looking forward to it, she really did need to know what happened, no matter how shocking. “I think we should go ahead,” she said, finally.

Within a minute Julia was in her dreamlike sleep once more. She went back to the day the last blackout occurred. It was a Friday evening and she had made her way home as usual. On a whim, Julia decided to go out for a meal – not something that she would usually do on her own. This idea seemed to be the trigger point and her voice took on the same firmer, more assured timbre that heralded the revealing of the hidden story.

“If I’m going to go out, I might as well make an effort. I’m selecting a pale cream, deep neckline embroidered voile dress and a jacket. I’m not sure what to wear underneath. I’m not going to bother with a bra. I’m opening my drawers to see what I can find. Oh! I’d forgotten about that! I’ve got a lacy suspender belt. I think I’ve got some seamed stockings in another drawer and a thong that will go well.

“I was already feeling sexy, now with this underwear on I feel really horny. I’ve put the dress on now. Sure enough, my nipples are standing proud, but I don’t care. Let people see me like it.

“The jacket covers me too much, so I’m going to wear it over my shoulders instead. The high-heeled sandals are making my legs look fantastic. When I lift the skirt at the back like this, it really shows off my ass well. Maybe somebody will get to grips with it tonight.”

Julia smirked in her sleep. She had rolled on one side as she had pulled at the imaginary dress. What John saw was almost what Julia was imagining seeing. She was wearing a thong and her cheeks were clearly visible under the short skirt she was wearing.

“I’m leaving, shutting the door behind me and walking down the road.”

“Where are you going Julia?”

“I don’t know yet. I want to find somewhere to eat, but I want somewhere lively. Hello, somebody is waving at me from a car. It’s Judy – I hardly recognised her with her clothes on. There’s a man driving the car, she tells me he is her husband. They are going to party and she wants me to go with them. I’ve told her that it wouldn’t be right because I haven’t been invited, but she says that they won’t mind at all.

“I decide to go, so I get in the back of the car. Judy hops out and joins me on the back seat. Her husband is looking back at us. ‘Are you wearing seemed stockings, you naughty girl?’ she says. ‘Let’s have a look then.” She pulls my dress up until my stocking tops are on show. ‘Nice, what sort of suspenders are you wearing?’ She’s pushing it even higher now and pushing my legs apart. ‘Oh, but that’s lovely. Don’t you think so Brian?’ Her husband is looking straight up my skirt. He’s got a hungry look on his face.

“Brian turns back round and starts driving. It’s still quite light and I’m wondering if any body can see us. Judy is kissing me now. I’m trying to calm her down, but she seems to be getting carried away. Her hands are all over me. Now she’s trying to pull my skirt up. She’s not bothering with just getting her hand between my legs; she wants to push her hand down inside my knickers.

“I want to tell her to stop, before somebody sees us, but… ohhh! She’s found my clit! I can’t… I can’t stop her now. She’s getting me so turned on. I’m feeling so horny that I’m losing control.”

In the real world, Julia’s legs were spread obscenely wide. So much so, that her tiny thong had pulled between her pussy lips. As she moved, the material was pulling deeper and deeper into her slit, causing more and more direct contact with her clitoris. Her body was clearly reacting to the memory of Judy masturbating her.

“Judy’s stopped fingering me. She’s pulling her own dress up now, revealing her naked and hairless cunt. Her hand is on the back of my neck pulling my face closer to her crotch. She’s so wet! She’s rubbing my face in it while I try to lick her. Brian is pulling me off of her now. He’s kissing me, tasting Judy’s juices on me. The car has stopped, we must have arrived.

“I’m being led into a house. There’s a party going on, but it’s not like anything I’ve ever seen before. I’ve already seen a woman munching on another woman, while a man is stroking his cock watching. People keep fondling me. I don’t know if they are men or women. Judy and Brian are holding my hands and leading me on through the house. I want to just stand and be touched, but they are insistent.

“We’re in a bedroom now. There’s a woman on the bed and she’s sucking a cock. Another man has his head between her legs. Judy is undressed now and walking towards the threesome. Brian is standing behind me. I can feel his hard-on pressing into my arse, while his hands have somehow found their way into my clothes and are pressing and stroking and pinching.

“Judy is moving the man from between the girl’s legs, so that she can get in on the action. Oh my…! His dick is enormous! How can it be that big? It’s simply not possible! Judy is struggling to get just the head into her mouth!

“I’m losing concentration. Brian is holding me off the ground and finger-fucking me. Somebody is pulling my clothes off. I hope somebody is going to fuck me soon. I really, really need to have a cock in me.

“Brian has pushed me onto the bed. A girl is sucking on my clit and I’m starting to come. As I open my mouth a cock pushes past my lips.

Julia was writhing on the couch now. John’s own erection was becoming painful. It seemed to be expanding beyond all normal limits. Julia was, indeed, starting to come right before his eyes. He knew that he was breaking all rules of propriety, but he could not help himself. He rose from his chair, pushed Julia’s thighs apart and buried his face in her pussy. The scent of her arousal drove him wild. He pulled the thong aside, almost ripping the fine material in the process and began to lick her in earnest.

Julia paused in her revelation as she peaked through her orgasm. John pulled his head away, but with her next sentences slid two fingers into her vagina and began pumping them backwards and forwards.

“His come is all over my face. I can see Judy again now. She’s trying to sit astride that monster cock! Surely she’ll hurt herself! She’s managed to get about half of it in and is starting to fuck him. Brian is laying on top of me now. His dick is entering me. At last! I’m going to be fucked properly. The girl’s pussy is coming into view again. How can she expect Brian to suck on her when he’s fucking me? Oh! It’s my tongue that she wants. She’s sitting astride my head. I can taste her come, but somebody else’s is also dripping from her cunt into my mouth.

“I’m coming again. I don’t know how long I’ve been here or how many times I’ve had an orgasm. Judy wants me to try the man with the horse’s dick. We’re both kissing and licking it. I can see another man behind Judy, fucking her from behind. I think that it must be Brian fucking me in the same way.

“What are you doing Brian? No! He’s pushing something – I think it’s his thumb – up my arse. But I’m coming again and I can’t stop him.

John could feel another of Julia’s powerful orgasms clenching at his fingers.

“The horse-man is lying on his back and Judy is pulling at me. She wants me to straddle him. I want to try but I’m scared it will hurt. I’m pushing down on the head, but it won’t go in.

“Brian is playing with my arsehole again. His finger is slipping in and out easily now. I never knew that it would feel like this. It must have helped me to relax, because the big dick is going up into my pussy now. I’ve got to be careful though; I mustn’t let it go too deep.

“He’s getting a bit carried away behind me now. I can feel two of Brian’s fingers fucking me.

“The massive cock is starting to pulse. I can feel him starting to come; I’m waiting to feel the hot liquid inside me. Now Brian’s trying three fingers… No! It’s his cock! He’s fucking my ass! I’m coming again!

Julia was writhing on the couch again. Her knees were raised and she was pushing down with her feet, lifting her backside up. It was as if her body was begging for John to insert his fingers into her arse. He dipped the two fingers of his left hand quickly into her pussy to lubricate them and then began pressing them into the tight but almost sucking hole.

“I’m… I’m trying to stay upright. Brian is pushing me upwards with each thrust and I’m dropping back down on the monster cock as he withdraws. Another dick! It’s not very big. He’s pushing it into my mouth. I don’t want him to go so deep, but I can’t stop him – it’s making me gag.

“I can feel spunk shooting across my back. Brian has pulled out and has sprayed me. The big one in my pussy is still hard, but his sticky white come is leaking down the sides of his shaft.

“Another cock is pushing into my bum now. Little dick has pulled out and is spraying my face. Another one – bigger than the last, is pushing its way into my mouth.

“I can’t believe how turned-on I am. I’m feeling disappointed that nobody has come in my mouth yet. I want to taste it, swallow it.

John was almost ready to oblige. He wanted desperately to sit astride Julia on the couch and slip his manhood between her beautiful red lips, but he resisted. In fact, it was the realisation of what he felt capable of doing that brought him partially to his senses. He withdrew his fingers and then re-arranged her clothing. He told her to pause in her story. Julia’s body relaxed almost immediately.

John thought about how to handle the situation. Julia needed to complete her story, but how should it be done? He made a decision.

“Julia, I want you to continue your story, but I want you to relate it as if you were someone else watching the events from a distance. I want you to remove all emotion and feeling from your story. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Go on then.”

“Judy is pulling Julia off of the bed. They’re both naked and covered in spunk. Brian is fucking another woman against the wall as they walk past.

“They’re going downstairs. There’s another flight leading down to the basement. There are a lot of people there. A girl is spread-eagled on a raised table, although it’s not easy to see her, there seem to be so many men and women around her.

“Judy is leading Julia to another table and urging her to climb up onto it. She doesn’t get the chance; hands pick her up and place her on the soft material covered surface. She’s starting to moan. There are hands and mouths all over her body.

“Julia is begging to be fucked now, but they’re continuing to tease her. She’s managed to grab a cock in each hand, but she’s hardly capable of rubbing them because she’s writhing so much.

“Now they’ve picked her up. A man is lying down on the table and they’re placing her on top of him. Her pussy is slipping down the shaft now. Another dick is slipping between her lips. A woman is slipping a dildo into her ass. Julia can’t stop coming.

“Men and women are doing whatever they want with Julia now. She’s lying there like a rag doll, completely exhausted, letting them use her.

“Everybody has stepped back from Julia now, having raised her back up onto all fours. Somebody is approaching her from behind – it’s the horse’s cock man! Everybody has gone quiet and is craning to watch. The head is massive, but it’s starting to disappear into Julia’s raised ass.

“Julia has realised what’s happening now. She’s grunting loudly as he gradually pushes that monster in. She’s almost passing out with the pain and pleasure.

“He’s started to fuck her ass properly now. No longer gentle, but ramming it in hard until his balls slap against her pussy. The tears are streaming down her face, but she doesn’t want it to stop. Finally, as she comes yet again, she passes out.”

Julia went silent. Clearly, she couldn’t relate events that she wasn’t conscious for.

John decided it was time to bring Julia back. When she awoke, she sat up and began to sob. He put his arms around her to comfort her, knowing that she now knew what she had been going through during her blackouts.

*****

Epilogue

Julia took a week off of work. She needed to come to terms with the events that had been revealed to her. Clearly, she enjoyed and needed sex. But she was horrified at what she had allowed to happen to her. She felt that there was only one person that she could talk to about it.

John had told her that there was nothing more that the hypnosis could reveal, but that she now had to understand why she had acted in this way and then she would be able to deal with it.

By pure chance, Julia was standing, staring out of her window a few days later, when she saw a vehicle slow down and stop out side her home. She couldn’t see the driver very well, but something familiar told her that she knew who it was. She rushed out and stopped by the car.

“Hello Julia,” said John. “How are you getting on?”

She found herself becoming slightly shy, “I’m OK, I guess. What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to check if you were OK. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude. I didn’t want you to think that I was keeping an eye on you. I hadn’t intended being seen.”

Julia frowned. “You didn’t want me to see you?” she asked.

“I didn’t know if you would want to see me again.”

“Of course I do!” Julia suddenly realised what she had just said – and wondered why. She began to blush and stammer. “Well… I mean… I…” She gave up.

Taking a deep breath, Julia started again, “I want to spend some more time with you. Not in your office, though.”

John hoped he understood, but needed to make sure. “You mean a date?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“OK,” he smiled. “What are you doing right now?”

“Grabbing my jacket and bag and hopping in the car with you?”

John smiled as Julia rushed back inside to get her things. He didn’t know where their journey would take them, but he was sure that he could help her overcome her problems. Together they would tackle the future – and probably have a lot of fun in the bedroom (and elsewhere) in the meantime.