Karim al-Zib - Wild in the country book two

DesirЋe thought silently in her mental frenzy. Of course, she didn't want to transmit it, this canine brucellosis, to her Mark. She nodded her understanding.

"CB is easy to treat provided it's caught in the early stages. It is a relatively unknown disease to most doctors. Doesn't even appear in most medical books. It isn't that common, you see. Less than one in a million. Intercourse with dogs is very rare."

The girl burst out sobbing. Yes, she was a one in a million slut who had had sex with an animal. But she had to make sure that it never happened again and get her cure. "Please, Dr. Braun. Please! You must! Cure me." She calmed her sobs and looked up with injured eyes. "Please."

Dr. Alex Braun smiled benignly at the ravishing blonde beauty seated across from him, his expression professionally warm and sympathetic as he leaned back in his chair, his hands joined at finger-tips, his relaxed presence and fatherly bulk putting DesirЋe at ease immediately.

Remarkable, he thought, smiling inwardly at this stroke of good fortune, struggling to hide his glee that she had accepted his story on the fictitious disease he called by the made-up name of canine brucellosis. Surely, the Gods must be smiling upon him this day, he mused, as he listened to her hesitant, shamed, and more often, weeping little tale of repugnance about her surrender to the raping dog. Ravishing, absolutely ravishing! Yes, he must play these cards carefully, cautiously, while Hemmings was out of the room. He knew of his colleague's plans, with which he was here to assist, but there was no reason why he shouldn't sample the goods himself before turning her over to Hemmings for a life-time of pleasure.

DesirЋe told him all, holding back nothing, surprising herself at her uninhibited divulgence of even the more lurid details to this tall, heavy, successful-appearing man with the black mustache and the graying temples she had known only a matter of minutes. Of course, he was a physician and that was her singular cause for talking to him. There was no reason why she should be suddenly astonished with her actions. She needed medical assistance.

"Mrs. Denning," Braun spoke smoothly, reassuringly. "You have done the very proper thing in coming to us." He stood slowly. "It might help put you at ease to know that I combine psychology with epidemiology."

DesirЋe raised her eyes. "I didn't know," she said. She was pleased.

Braun smiled. "Right now you are overwrought, my dear. Let me prepare you a little something to soothe you while we talk, eh?"

She didn't hesitate; she was gratified to have found someone in whom she could confide. Even yet, she could not grasp the full horror of the night with the dog that had brought her to this. It was beyond the bounds of her frustrated reasoning power to comprehend it. She wept quietly again as the doctor moved about making preparations with efficient ease.

"Now, if you will just slip your skirt up and push your panties down," said Braun, approaching the distraught girl with a hypodermic syringe, its needle tipped in cotton.

His smile seemed to allay her solicitudes, but the sight of the needle made her catch her breath. She hesitated, looking up at him questioningly.

"Is this all there is to it?" she asked hopefully.

"Unfortunately not, but it's a beginning. It must be administered intramuscularly, my dear, in the bottom."

DesirЋe did as he bade, bracing her hands on the examining table, hardly feeling the insertion in her right buttock. Then, as she sat once more, he gave her a small glass of amber-colored, sweet tasting liquid he described as a balm to the genitalia, the reference immediately embarrassing her.

"Under the circumstances after what you've already told me, Mrs. Denning, this is the only way to be safe with the possibility of CB," he went on, not looking at her but writing on a yellow form as he spoke.

DesirЋe flushed and she was angry with herself for doing so. Good Lord, she had to realize that she was a grown up married woman now, and it was high-time she cast aside at least some of her Puritanical suspicions about doctors – but that was Hemmings' fault, wasn't it?

"If you will just finish the medication," Doctor Braun interrupted her thoughts, rising once more and moving noiselessly around the room to soften the lights and drag another chair over to face her. DesirЋe watched him with some wonderment, further surprised when he lighted a small lamp placed upon the corner of the desk, its almost flickering ray directed upon her lap. He took her emptied glass placing it on a tray, then re-seated himself. She could scarcely see his face in the shadow beyond the lamp, but his voice came to her in a rich, deep tone that seemed to comfort her. Truly, she had commenced to relax, her tensions easing inside her, even the burning distress of her tender buttocks, bruised by Clete the night before, had begun to subside. She leaned back emitting a long soulful sigh. It was so good to be at ease again.

"There, my dear, now that you've become yourself once more, perhaps we can discuss this problem that's reared its ugly head. Make yourself as comfortable as you can, but try to hold your head erect in a normal position. The influence in the relaxing nerve-centers of the neck will be much more rapid. Keep both feet flat upon the floor there, that's fine, you look much more comfortable. How do you feel?"

She allowed herself an unrestrained little laugh. "Loose," she replied, "quite loose."

"Ahhh then, that's fine," he said pleasantly, and the ray of the near kaleidoscopic glow seemed abruptly to concentrate on the large diamond in the engagement ring Mark had given her. "That is a lovely gem, Mrs. Denning," he commented.

"Yes, it's my engagement ring."

"Splendid stone," Doctor Braun praised with hardly an inflection of tone to his rich voice. "Notice how it sparkles in this light?"

"Yes, it does, doesn't it?"

"Focus your attention easily upon any point of the gem and note how it sparkles."

"I-I see," DesirЋe replied, hesitantly.

"Keep your gaze steady, my dear, but do not exert any unusual effort," he said in a deep, steady monotone. "Just concentrate on the reflection of light without removing your gaze for an instant – yes, that is right. It relaxes you doesn't it?"

"Y-Yes, it relaxes me."

"You feel completely at ease now. There are no tensions within you. You are loose and comfortable, and completely at rest, are you not?"

"Yes. Yes, I am completely at rest."

The suave physician smiled to himself. He was indeed pleased. He said, "Now, we must chat – tell each other our innermost secrets without exciting ourselves, mustn't we?"

"Yes."

"Very well, my dear. Tell me, what happened on the night you were raped by the animal?"

DesirЋe stared blankly, pain in her expression.

"Had you ever had intercourse with an animal before?" he questioned in his level, restive voice, watching the reactions of her enticing features, the twitches to her mouth and cheek, the level blank stare of her enchanting eyes.

"No."

"And were you a virgin?"

"No. Mark and I had made love three times."

He smiled. Gently now, he thought. "And the time with Dr. Hemmings. Had you ever seen his penis or had fantasies about making love with him?"

Her cheek twitched. "No," she replied quickly.

"But you did, when you came here."

"Yes." She twitched once more. Braun was sure she was nearly under now.

"You have dreamed of taking his member into your hand and caressing it, stroking it, kissing it?"

Her mouth twisted, indicating her reluctance to acknowledge his question. Again, he smiled to himself. She was merely in a light sleep and he was taunting her. Of course, he was only testing, actually attempting to determine how difficult she was going to be. He well knew the limitations of endeavoring to force the will upon a reluctant subject. He said, "You will answer me, Mrs. Denning."