Chapter 17
Lew was lying naked and alone in Mike's bed with nothing but an aching head for company when Jake walked in.
"Jake! Am I glad to see you!" Lew said, holding his head in hopes of easing his pain that his sitting up had caused.
"You knew I'd come when you called, friend. I've missed you and I hope I can help you. You did so much for me when I needed help. Now, before we talk about anything, let's have coffee and get you dressed and feeling more human!" Jake said, and pulled the bell-pull to summon the maid.
When she arrived, he ordered coffee and plenty of it.
For almost two hours, Lew talked to Jake, leaving out nothing, and was interrupted only occasionally when Jake had a question to ask.
"You mean that even under hypnosis she didn't relax enough to allow your cock to get inside of her?" Jake asked.
"Jake. She was all the way under. I'm positive. But although she did everything else I told her, her cunt stayed so tight I couldn't even get my linger in her. What the hell am I going to do? I want her more than I've ever wanted a woman in my life!" Lew said, watching his friend for his reaction.
"So, you're in love?" Jake asked.
"I don't know, Jake. I do know I want her and, for some stupid ass-hole of a reason, I can't have her!" Lew answered.
"What it boils down to is that you've got three problems. You love your wife, you can't fuck her and you want to fuck her. So, because I'm a quack doctor, I'm going to tell you what you'll have to do and you're not going to like my solutions. The old Lew wouldn't have cared. But you're different now. I'll also add, that if you don't take my advice, you might as well forget her and divorce her or else go on living in the hell you're living in. It's your choice," he said.
Jake looked Lew in the eyes, then continued.
"You have to understand hypnosis, Lew. It's a funny thing. It can make a person do many far-out things. It seldom can force a person to do anything that he couldn't be talked into doing of his own free will. Do you understand what I'm saying?" he asked.
"It sounds like you're telling me that if Belle couldn't be talked into letting me fuck her while she's in control of herself, she couldn't be hypnotized into letting me fuck her," Lew answered.
"That's what I mean," Jake said. "However, with you and Belle, there is a different problem to contend with. First, because you have fallen in love with her, you refuse to purposely hurt her for fear of injuring her and possibly causing her to stop loving you, which it sounds to me like she does! It's a subconscious thing. Lew. You can't control it, yet. Second, Belle's mind has already been brainwashed. It could possibly be undone through many months of psychiatric treatment, but it's not a sure thing and I don't want you to wait that long."
"What do you mean by brainwashed?" Lew asked.
"I'm talking about her witnessing the raping of her sisters. You did say she saw it happen and felt guilty because she didn't do anything to save them, didn't you?" he asked.
"She did see it all. But she doesn't know that I know about it," Lew answered.
"Listen to me. Lew. Don't hate me for what I have to say because it's a physical and mental truth. Your wife has lived in fear of rape for several years. Rape was, and is, the only link she associates with sexual relationships between men and women. She knows that it is how babies are made. It made one for her sister.
"Now although she delights in your tender attempts at loving her, and I know you're expert for I've seen you in action, her innermost self is expecting you to rape her. It's the only kind of loving she understands.
"Because of the fact that she whs so rcvo? :ed by the thought of any man possessing her, as they did her sisters, her vaginal muscles have beet conditioned mentally to act as sentinels, guarding her love passage and her virginity. And now. even though she wants you to make love to her, she isn't able to control those muscles herself and is not able to relax them enough to allow you admittance.
"She seems to love you, Lew, and I think you love her. What you've got to do is sit down and talk to her like father and lay the facts on the table. You'll have to tell her that you're going to rape her and then, you have to rape her. You have to follow through, Lew. and force yourself upon her.
"You'll find that it's what her brain has been telling her cunt muscles for years and she's just waiting for the right person to come along and make it happen. I assure you, her muscles will give, if you make your threat sound real and sincere," Jake explained, then shut his mouth at the look on Lew's face.
"Jake, you're crazy! Why would Belle want me to rape her? She's scared to death of being hurt. If I fucked her that way, I'd not only ruin my cock for life, I'd probably kill her. I can't take that chance. Maybe I do love her, after all. I know I don't want to tear her apart!" Lew declared.