The Doctor’s Treatment
*1*
“Is that him?” the young nurse said to her colleague.
“I think so. God, he”s hot.”
“How come we can”t have doctors like that in our hospital?”
“Because life”s not that sweet.”
“Good morning,” said the dreamboat doctor to the two nurses behind the reception desk. His voice was deep, soothing, rich yet slightly rough round the edges in that way that made a girl tingle all over. “I”m here to see Hayley.”
“You must be Doctor Mullen,” said Nurse Flanagan, flashing a flirtatious smile his way.
“That”s right,” he said, his own smile returning hers politely, those beautiful dark eyes flicking from Nurse Flanagan to her colleague Nurse Rodgers and back again, both of them with that slightly far-off expression on their faces as they imagined him slowly taking off that well-cut suit, the navy tie and designer shirt.
“Ah, Doctor Mullen,” a loud, older female voice cut into the proceedings, shaking the strangely hypnotic hold this tall dark stranger had over the two reception nurses. “We”ve been expecting you. Good trip, I hope?”
“Fine, thank you… uh…?”
“Senior nurse Adovar,” she said, something of the Valkyrie about her. “Thank you girls,” she said to the more junior nurses, who blushed slightly at the old battle-axe”s words, “there”s plenty for you to do.”
“Nice meeting you,” Dr Mullen held up a palm of good-bye to the girls, who could only sigh dreamily in reply, shifting in their seats because of the slight dampness arising between their thighs.
“This way,” the senior nurse said, waggling her wide load as she led him away.
They were alone in the elevator as it creaked and juddered its way slowly up to the fifth floor. “They brought her in only yesterday,” she was saying as they slowly rose through the mammoth hospital building. “She”s made quite a name for herself already, I can assure you. Shocking. If she weren”t mentally ill…”
“I”m grateful to you for calling us in,” Mullen said. “She”s been missing nearly a week. God knows what she”s been doing in all that time.”
“How did she escape, anyway?”
“It seems there was a fire. I”m afraid the staff there didn”t have a very good procedure for coping with all the patients once they”d all been evacuated from the building.”
“Well, that could hardly have been your fault, Doctor, why they sent you to clear up their mess, I don”t know…”
The elevator came to the relevant floor, the doors opening at the sound of an electronic bell. Nurse Adovar led him out into the empty corridor, saying forthrightly: “Here we are – it”s just down here,” as they moved through into a high-security part of the hospital, not a regular ward by any stretch of the imagination.
“What sort of state is she in?” he asked as they progressed through a number of locked doors.
“Well, physically, she”s surprisingly good, I”d say. A little under-nourished, the odd bruise and scrape. There”s been no sexual interference, which is something of a miracle, a young girl on her own like that in this city. I guess she”s probably too much trouble for even a streetwalker to bother with.”
“She”s had a troubled time of it,” he said, almost defensively.
“Well, that doesn”t excuse behaviour like hers in my book. Well, here she is. Be careful, doctor, please. You don”t know what she”s like. She”s evil, that one. Evil.”
“I”ll be fine,” he insisted.
“Doctor, she”s the wickedest child I have ever laid eyes on. She”s evil, I”m telling you. Please be careful.”
He looked into the white, sterile padded cell and the pretty young girl inside didn”t quite reflect the nurse”s comments. Sitting quietly, her legs drawn up underneath her, her hands were motionless in her lap as she stared out of the thin window – the only opening onto the real world, just as slender as she was. A terribly pale, a petite, fragile creature in little more than a standard hospital smock. But he could see she was wearing handcuffs – regular police issue.
“Unlock the door, please,” he asked calmly.
He continued to watch through the tiny window in the door as the nurse found her keys and fumbled through the great collection of iron to search for the relevant item.
Though he could only see one side of her face, she did not look dangerous – quite the opposite, in fact – she was incredibly beautiful, even in the unflattering strip light, the only colour in the entire room her strawberry blonde hair tumbling down her back. But her whole appearance seemed haunted, gaunt, drained. Her skin so grey, her hair so bedraggled, dark rings under her doe eyes.
“Hayley,” the senior nurse said. “Hayley, this is Doctor Mullen. He”s going to try to help you.”
There was no sign of a response from the girl.
“She was sedated,” the senior nurse said. “It should have worn off by now, but you can never be certain with timing, huh?”
“Hello, Hayley,” Mullen said softly.
At the sound of his voice, the girl turned, quickly whipping her head round towards him. In a moment, her frighteningly pretty eyes connected with his, and he caught his breath, fighting to keep from displaying any reaction to either the nurse or the girl.
The senior nurse gestured for him to take a seat. He did so, in the lightweight wooden chair just around the table from the girl. Doctor Mullen was quite prepared for harsh behaviour – but he wasn”t prepared for this. The brief flash of her standard-issue white cotton panties as she parted her legs, without even losing the grip her elfin eyes held on his. As she placed one thumb innocently inside her mouth, the finger of her other hand devilishly snaked down her pale inner thigh.
“Hey Doc,” she said with a mischievous grin. “Why don”t you get rid of the bitch and come slide your cock inside me?”
“Hayley!” the nurse hissed. “How dare you – ”
“It”s all right,” Doctor Mullen halted the nurse with a hand signal. Then calmly to Hayley: “How are you feeling, Hayley?”
It was so difficult keeping his eyes on the road as the little girl on the seat did what she was doing. The young girl”s impish smile told him in absolute silence that she knew he could see between her milky white thighs, see her panties. She flashed her beautiful eyes at him with some primitive form of satisfaction as she recognised the expression of mild surprise on his face, a response to her display.
“I”m feeling like some of your hard cock, Doc,” she said, as much to make Nurse Adovar react as him. “Come on, Doc – you”re a real man. None of those fuckers in there were real men. Wouldn”t you like to fuck me?”
“No, Hayley,” he said, trying to keep a lid on things.
“Fuck you!” she screamed suddenly, surprisingly forcefully, looking up now, glaring into his eyes, full of rage.
It startled him a little, more than a little.
“She”s been nothing but trouble since the moment she got here,” the senior nurse explained, her incredible lack of sensitivity in speaking this way in front of the patient making Dr Mullen crease his brow in bewilderment.
The girl spat at the senior nurse – missing by some way, but clearly making her point. “Go suck off Satan, bitch,” she said, sounding peculiarly calm as she said it.
“We should have sent her straight up to the Hill,” despite her experience, her bullish demeanour, under the surface the senior nurse couldn”t take this kind of impertinence. “Soon as we got her, she should have gone straight up to the nut-house like the other freaks.”
“All right, all right,” Mullen said, “let”s try to keep things calm, huh?”
“So what”s this new treatment involve, anyway, doctor?” the senior nurse asked, averting her gaze from the obscene gestures the girl was making towards her.
“Well, it”s just something I”m trialling. Three years at Almeda didn”t do much for her, so I”m trying something different.”
He caught the girl”s eye, and smiled, trying to connect with her on some level. The girl stuck out her tongue at him childishly.
“Well, I guess that”s why you”ve got the reputation you have, Doctor. Most would have given up on a lost cause like this the moment they laid eyes on her.”
“Do you know where you are, Hayley?” he asked her, keeping his voice steady as steady could be, despite what the girl was up to.
“Do you wanna fuck me, Mister?” she replied, her voice sounding slightly slurred, the effects of the drugs still.
“Heavens!” the senior nurse gasped.
“I bet you would,” the girl said. “You know I have a real tight little pussy. I don”t let just anyone near it, you know. You”d love it.”
She pulled her little white cotton panties explicitly to one side to reveal the glistening pink petals of her vagina. Dr Mullen tried not to look, tried not to react, but It was difficult not to.
“She”s a wicked, wicked girl, doctor,” the nurse said, missing the outrageous display from where she was sitting. “You see? She”s not worth any special treatment. You should just lock her up and throw away the key.”
“Well, I think attitudes like that are going to do more harm than good,” he said, standing up with a disapproving glance in the direction of the senior nurse. “Have her taken out to my car, would you? I have some paper work needs filling out.”
“Well… if you”re absolutely sure, Doctor…” Nurse Adovar said in a manner that longed to be proved right, that craved being able to come back to him some day and say “I told you so.”
“And make sure she”s been to the bathroom, please,” he said before leaving the room. “It”s a pretty long drive.”
*2*
She hammered on the windows for about two or three miles, then realised it was doing no good. The shouting and screaming died out after five miles. It was getting a bit much, but he was prepared for this. She had a lot of anger in her system. But, after a while, she got tired of the display.
Once everything was quiet in the back of the large black sedan, he pressed the button to wind down the window between them.
“You done with all that?” he asked, looking at her in the mirror.
“Where the hell are you taking me?” she said, pouting sulkily but somehow seductively. “Back to Almeda? I ain”t going back there. I”ll bite my veins open before you take me back there.”
“No, we”re not going to Almeda,” he said calmly, that soothing voice working on her well enough. “I thought I”d take you to get some food, and then maybe we”d take a trip.”
“What kind of trip? Who the hell are you? What kind of a doctor are you, anyway?”
“I”m here to help you, Hayley. Just think of me as a friend.”
“Are you gonna fuck me?” she asked. “I mean, now that you have me here, locked in and all.”
“No, ” he said.
“You can, you know. I”d let you.”
“That kind of thing wouldn”t really be appropriate.”
She made a face, at once making fun at him but also displaying all the signs of disappointment in his response.
“You”re kinda good-looking for a doctor,” she said, her voice softening. “You know, if you were to force yourself on me, maybe I wouldn”t fight too much.”
“You say that to all the guys?” he chuckled. Sounding her out.
“Just the cute ones. But there ain”t been any of those so far. Not that I”ve seen. I”ve got my standards. And you”re the first one I”ve met meets my standards.”
“I”m flattered.”
“I”m horny.”
“What kind of food do you like?”
“I like whipped cream. I like to spread it on my pussy so some handsome doctor can lick it off.”
He smiled and looked in the mirror again. She was sitting there with her legs spread again, and just like in the hospital, she had pulled the smock up to reveal those white cotton panties. Damn it. He looked away. This wasn”t going to help matters.
“It”s really hot in here, Doc,” she cooed, and a quick glimpse in the mirror revealed that she was stroking her inner thighs suggestively with both hands.
“You want the air-con higher?” he asked, not looking in the mirror, trying not to think about what she was doing back there, willing his erection to subside. It wasn”t right.
“Oh, Doc… You know what I need? Your cock… I need it inside me… Right here. I”m so hot for you…”
The words of the senior nurse echoed in his mind. She”s a wicked, wicked girl.
He could smell her – she had no perfume on, his own cologne had long since worn off. And in that confined space, he could detect a slight trace of the girl”s arousal. All a little much. Slightly regretfully, he flicked the switch and the darkened window slid up between them, sealing each off in their own little capsule.
It was a long drive – a very long drive – but actually, Hayley coped with it well. For the great majority of the way, he was able to drive with the partition removed between them. They stopped for food – drive through – and continued onwards in through the night. She didn”t demand for him to let her out any more, didn”t demand to use the bathroom.
Apart from provocative talk that veered away from flirtation towards pornography on occasion, she almost seemed like the model passenger. Partly, it was because he was taking her away from that place, away from the unsympathetic nurse Adovar, and that he repeatedly denied he was taking her back to the formidable Almeda mental hospital. Partly, it was because the vast concoction of drugs that had been given to her was beginning to wear off. But, he hoped that partly she was responding to him as a person, and his calm, caring approach to her.
She stopped trying to taunt him with impromptu sex shows, she toned down her foul language, she settled down and as the clock drew on towards midnight, she even drifted off to sleep on the comfortable back seat.
*3*
When the car came to a halt, the engine fell silent, the vibrations in the vehicle ceased, the girl was shaken from the longest sleep she”d had in quite a while. Waking, she was disorientated, forgetting for a moment where she was.
The door opened, and there was the handsome doctor – Doctor Mullen – who had taken her from the clutches of the terrible Nurse Adovar. Wherever he took her now – even back to Almeda – it couldn”t be worse than spending time with that woman.
“Hi,” he said with a warm smile that made her feel strange. No one really smiled at her since before she could remember. And this man”s smile was so full of apparently sincere kindness and caring that it actually brought a tear to her eye.
“Where are we?” she asked, brushing away the moisture from her eyes, her pride unwilling to admit weakness.
“Take a look,” he stepped back, still holding the door open, to reveal the most breathtaking picture she had ever seen.
Framed in the car doorway was the most amazing image that had ever passed onto her retinas: dominated by an exquisite expanse of calm blue water, a pretty little wooden house perched just above the lakeshore, broad green trees hanging overhead. A little way across the lake, a small island contained a harbour-like area in front of the house, covered in trees like everywhere else she could see, stretching back from the far side of the lake and the distant blue mountains.
“Here,” Dr Mullen offered his hand to her, helping her from the vehicle.
“It”s so beautiful,” she said in barely more than a whisper.
For a while, she just stood there, completely taken aback by the incredible beauty around her. Everywhere she looked was like the most stunning painting. Everywhere she turned, she was looking at a masterpiece. The colours so vivid, the gentle breeze so fragrant, the sun blissfully warm upon her.
“What are we doing here?” she asked quietly, fearful of the answer. She wanted to stay. Never wanted to leave. Now that she”d seen it, it would remain burned in her memory. If she was taken back now, she would escape. In a fraction of a second, she made the decision: she would escape and come here. This was where she was meant to be.
“We”re staying here,” he said, and at first she could not believe what he said. “Down there in that cabin.”
Looking into his, her eyes widened – could it be true? She could stay here? He wasn”t taking her away?
“Why?” she asked, suddenly quite meek compared to the way she”d been when he”d collected her.
He smiled again. “It”s something new I”m trying,” he said. “Something that I should have done a long time ago.”
“Are you going to lock me up?” Even being locked up in a place like this would be better than anything she”d known since time immemorial.
“No, I”m not,” he said, surprising her yet again. Seeing her bewildered look, he explained: “There”d be no point in you escaping, Hayley. The only thing it would achieve would be getting you locked up, perhaps taken away from here to another terrible place. You”re free here - there”s enough food in the kitchen to have whatever you like, you can sun bathe, swim, read. Whatever you like.”
“It”s so beautiful,” she said, a tear trickling down her cheek. “Why are you doing this for me?”
“Because it”s my last chance,” he said cryptically, and gently wiped away the tear from her face with a handkerchief.
*4*
And she was free: he was right in that. He showed her around, took her through the wonderful little cabin letting her know where everything was, doing everything to make her feel at home, and in the guest bedroom – where she was to sleep – there was a whole wardrobe full of clothes for her to wear.
He left her to rummage through the clothes and find something to replace the hospital threads, and as she did so she could hear him making noises in the kitchen, fixing breakfast.
There was quite a range of things to wear – in a chest of drawers as well as the wardrobe. It even fit pretty well – a little baggy here and there but as good a fit as you could hope for. For a moment, she wondered who it had belonged to – it must have belonged to someone. Someone had picked them out, and not a man like the doctor. There was even some sexy underwear buried in the underwear drawer, and she held up some little lacy items with plans of seduction whirling around her mind.
But even the tingling arousal stirring within her was dispelled as the wonderful smell of bacon reached her nose. God, that smelled good. Her stomach grumbled – so hungry. Quickly, she tore off the hospital smock and almost threw on a t-shirt, jeans and a pair of white cotton socks before heading back out to the main part of the cabin.
“There you go!” he smiled as he saw her in the new clothes. “Isn”t that better already?”
“Much better,” she said, returning his smile but a little shakily – she wasn”t used to the expression. “But you did like looking at me in that thin hospital shirt, Doc – maybe I”ll put it on for you later, huh?”
He smiled, treating what she said as a joke. “Hungry?” he asked, changing the subject.
“I could eat a horse,” she said, seeming to respond well to his trust.
They ate breakfast out on the deck overlooking the lake – the most beautiful setting for any meal she”d ever had. She ate her entire plate of bacon and eggs and pancakes, and half of his, too. It tasted so good – such a contrast to the thin porridge and overcooked vegetables that had been her staple for as long as was.
“Anyone else live around here?” she asked as she ate, not worried about speaking with her mouth full.
“Not for many miles,” he said.
She smiled. “So, just you and me, huh?”
“That”s right.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?”
“No,” his answer a little awkward. Not liking where she was going, perhaps.
“You can have me,” she offered, serious. “It”s just you and me here – who”s gonna know?”
He smiled again, shaking his head. “I don”t think it would be appropriate.”
“Appropriate schmappropriate,” she pouted. “You have needs – I definitely have needs.”
“Your primary need right now is to get the drugs you”ve been on out of your system,” he said, getting up to clear away the breakfast things.
Later, as he sat back with a novel, Hayley came out dressed in a bright orange bikini swimsuit, and he had to admit she looked so very tempting. That flat stomach, her small but pert breasts, her graceful legs and beaming smile – quite took his breath away. Even in the few hours they”d been there – and the full meal helped – a distinct touch of colour had returned to her complexion, and she was looking so much healthier.
“Sure I can”t tempt you?” she said, coming up to him.
“Not right now,” he said, which was basically a lie. “I”ll come for a swim later.”
“I wasn”t talking about a swim,” she stood close to him, her scantily clad figure accelerating his heart rate three-fold.
God, how he would have loved to take her up on her offer, but it wasn”t right. Not now.
“Go for a swim!” he chuckled. “And don”t go out too far!”
She pouted again like a child denied chocolate in a supermarket aisle, but complied with his demand. Walking down to the lake like a catwalk model, wiggling that peach of a behind a little, putting on a show for him in that thong bathing suit. And it was effective – how couldn”t it be? He wished he could take advantage of the situation and slip his hard cock between those firm, beautifully rounded cheeks, gliding into the girl”s hot, tight, wet vagina.
But that would confuse matters.
The water was cold – not ice-cold, like the huge “sheep-dip” bath at Almeda – but cold enough to cause some degree of shock as she dived in. Immediately she surfaced, she pulled herself up out of the water and back onto the small wooden pier.
Looking up to find the delicious Doc watching her. She smiled, he smiled back. Oh, why didn”t he just give in, take her as he wanted. She knew he found her attractive. Could see it in his eyes, the stiffness between his legs. How she craved that stiffness between her legs, the hot strength pushing inside her.
But he was a tower of self-discipline, it seemed. She would just have to work on him. Damn the whole doctor-patient thing. She would feel much better if her doctor could forget about oaths and ethics and just kiss her, touch her, bury that oh-so-handsome face between her thighs. She”d feel much better. Wasn”t it a doctor”s duty to make a patient feel better? Surely the ends would justify the means.
She dived back in, if anything to distract her thoughts from the burning need within her. It was a little warmer the second time, her body adjusting to the temperature. The third time, a little warmer still. The fourth, she could stay, splashing about to her heart”s content, swimming out as far as she dared – but still getting nowhere near the island. It was further out than it seemed.
After a while, she swum slowly back towards the shore – she didn”t want to get in trouble. Getting closer, she saw something she didn”t understand.
The Doc came out of the cabin with a hypodermic syringe. She was well versed to seeing a doctor bringing such a thing to her, sticking it in her, pushing all manner of substances into her body. They used her virtually as a guinea-pig for whatever new drug they wanted to test, sometimes even while she was tied down. And she was virtually guaranteed that as soon as that stuff was pushed into her bloodstream, she”d feel nauseous, far worse than before it was given to her. No pain, no gain – but who had been gaining? Not her, for all her pain.
But she thought Doctor Mullen was different.
There was no doubting what he held in his hand as he returned to his seat on the deck. She stopped where she was, treading water some way from the shore. Perhaps she should try to escape. Run, hide in the woods. Somehow make a break for it and cobble together some branches as a ramshackle shelter. Steal food from somewhere. No, that would never work.
Then, as she hovered out in the lake, she saw a strange thing.
Doctor Mullen sank the syringe into his own arm.
*5*
She didn”t bring it up, she didn”t ask him. He didn”t do it in front of her, and she thought perhaps he was embarrassed by it. She liked spending time with him – he was the kindest person she could remember, and she loved spending time with him. She did not want her own curiosity messing that up. Just being with him made her feel all giddy and just looking at him or hearing that voice made her tingle between her thighs.
“So I don”t get it: what is this new treatment of yours?” she asked one morning as he washed up the crockery after breakfast. “You treating me nice? Seems like a pretty simple treatment – I could”ve thought of that myself. Does that make me a genius?”
She kept frolicking around him, like a ballet dancer around her partner on a wide stage – except that she was also touching him, running her hands all over his body, desperately trying to break him from his self-imposed chastity without making him think she was still funny in the head.
“I don”t even know your name,” she said one day, realising.
“”Course you do,” he smiled. “Doctor Mullen. They told you at the hospital.”
“Your Christian name!”
“Christopher. No big mystery.”
“Why did you bring me here, Christopher?”
“I knew it would do you good. The great outdoors – the fresh air, the lake, the mountains… it has, hasn”t it?”
“I never felt better. You should do this with all the folks from Almeda. You”d be world-famous in no time.”
“No,” he shook his head. “You were never like them. You don”t need medication. You had a break-down, is all. You needed time to get over it. You just dealt with it in an extreme way. Nobody recognised it, is all. Not even me.”
“How long have you known me?”
“A while. You don”t remember at all?”
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“Nope,” she shook her head.
“Perhaps that”s best for now.”
“What happened to me, Christopher?”
“In time,” he said, “in time.”
*6*
And then she found him slumped on his bed, needles all over the place. What the hell had he done? He was so pale…
“What have you done? What have you done?” she almost shrieked, fearing he was dead, terrified that Fate had done the dirty on her yet again and taken this wonderful man from her before she had even been able to tell him how important he was to her.
“I”m all right…” he said groggily, and the relief sweeping through her as he stirred.
“Wake up, wake up!” she was so frightened – he was pumped so full of whatever it was – what if he went? What if she lost him? The one person she”d ever cared about. And the only way she could survive out here in the wilderness.
“Help me…” he pleaded, his voice so gravely, so wrecked, his eyes rolling all over the place as she held his head in her arms, his skin so pale, grey, haunted, the dark circles under his eyes. It hurt her to see him like this, hurt her more than any jab she”d ever been given, any beating she”d ever endured. “Please, I”ll do anything you want… just… help me…”
“What can I do? What can I do?”
“Hand… handcuffs…” he said, flinging one of his hands limply towards the handcuffs sitting on the dresser by the mirror, sweating profusely as he fought the affects of the drugs to communicate. “Handcuffs…”
“What do you… I don”t understand…”
“On me… use them on me.” He strained, putting what seemed like every ounce of energy he had left into lifting his wrist up to the bedstead. “Please. I”ll do anything you want…”
She got his meaning, but still did not quite understand. She hurried – the urgency and panic filling her body with a red-hot pain that would not abate. She flinched as she first touched the handcuffs – memories of mistreatments past – but nevertheless, she put the handcuffs around his wrist, shackled him to the bedstead. He wasn”t getting out of that in a hurry.
“Thank… thank you,” he sighed breathlessly.
“What… I don”t understand,” she wailed, tears running down her cheeks, her skin rising in goose-pimples, exposed as it was.
He sighed, his normally strong self seeming strangely weak now, and now that she looked at her big, strong Doctor, she noticed there was a tremble about his whole body.
In his eyes, she saw that he realised she had noticed the tremble. He looked so down, so exhausted now – was that her fault? So poorly.
“I… I never brought you here for treatment…” he said.
She didn”t understand.
“No,” he said, reaching for a draw underneath the bed, “I brought you here as a new treatment for me.”
She couldn”t understand him – his voice was too quiet, perhaps, perhaps she hadn”t heard everything he had said in that sentence. Then, as she saw the contents of the drawer, it all started to make some sort of insane sense. She smiled briefly at the absurdity of it all: it was all insane to her – he was all insane to her – and yet she had been the one called insane up until now. Smile turning to a look of horror as she opened the drawer.
“Oh God… ” So many needles.
“Please.” He looked as though he was losing the struggle with the sedative powers of whatever he had put in his veins.
“All these bottles… what is it?” she was panicking a little, realising there was little time left. Hoping, worrying, crying.
“It”s… it”s heroin.”
“Oh God… Oh God…”
“I”m the one that needs treatment, Hayley. You… You have to destroy them. Empty them down the sink… Pour them in the lake… Anything… And… and…”
The substance was rapidly taking hold of him, his speech slurring now, but he struggled hard against his weakness, his face flushed raw scarlet as he strained to speak, pushing violently against the devil in his system.
“Yes? What? What else?” she ran back to the bed, cradled his head again in her lap, which seemed to make him relax a little.
“Whatever you do, don”t let me out of these cuffs – for at least a week,” he said in deadly seriousness. “Whatever I do, whatever I say, however hard I plead with you… don”t let me free…
“Okay, okay,” she said, fighting back her terrified tears.
“And… and whatever I say to you… whatever I say, remember, it”s just the drugs talking… just the drugs…”
“Just the drugs,” she nodded.
“When this is over… I”ll do anything you want… anything… just be strong… just don”t…”
And then he slumped in her arms, his body going completely limp. Hayley sobbed quietly, her tears running down her cheek, falling into his now-greasy hair. He was sleeping now, she could hear him breathing, feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest. She took a deep breath – he was okay now. He was just sedated. Peaceful. It calmed her a little, the slight smile on his face as he rested there in her lap.
She knew that she loved him, but it frightened her more than anything had ever frightened her. What if she lost him? He was so… so much in pain. It was bizarre – she”d been the one who had started up messed up. She”d been the one who”d been troubled. But it was funny how people who looked so solid, so calm and collected could be so messed up inside. Behind the scenes, they could be as screwed up as the worst even Almeda could have presented.
She stooped and kissed him gently on the forehead. “I”ll hold you to your promise, Doc,” she said softly. “You said anything I wanted…”
*7*
“Help!”
The terrifying, gut-wrenching cry cut through the peaceful second night. Hayley ran to the bedroom, sprinted to his side. Christopher was naked, his clothes torn off. She kept back – he was thrashing wildly around.
“What is it?” she asked shrilly. “What is it?”
“You have to help me,” he said. “Please. Whatever I said before – it was crap. All of it. Please. You have to get me those bottles.”
“I… I poured them down the sink…” she said softly.
“No… no you didn”t. You”re just saying that… Look, I can”t. I can”t… I have to have them. I”m dying!”
She took a step back as he reached for her. His face was wracked with pain. Was he really dying? Or was it just the drugs talking, as he”d said. He had warned her… or tried to warn her. He”d said he”d beg her, plead with her.
“Please,” he said. Her expression hardened. “Please, you have to help me.”
“I”ll get you some water,” she said. “Are you thirsty?”
“No… no…”
She left, she walked out of there.
“Bitch!” he roared after her. “Bitch! I wish you were dead! I wish I”d left you there!”
Just the drugs talking, she kept telling herself through the floods of tears. He didn”t really mean it. It was just the drugs, his body craving them. But his screaming chilled her to the very bones. The closeness she”d built up with him, the trust. What if all that had just been the drugs, too?
But there was nothing she could do now – she honestly had poured that filthy stuff down the sink, it wasn”t coming back. And where the hell would she get heroine around here?
*8*
The difficulties continued for a long, long while. He yelled at her, threw any food she tried to give him straight back at her, spat at her, urinated in the bed and worse. But she hid her tears from him, kept him clean, changed the bed linen, never gave up.
He”d have his good periods as well as the bad, though, and that was what allowed her to go one with it. Good times when she could talk to him, read to him, flirt with him a little, even. But he”d still ask her for the key.
“Please…” he”d say desperately. “Please… the key… give m-me the key.”
“No,” she”d reply simply, girlishly, as though it was a childhood game, as though he were her younger brother, and she was teasing him.
“Please… I”ll do anything…”
“Will you fuck me?”
“Yes… anything…”
But she didn”t take advantage of his state and never gave him the key, whatever he said.
She didn”t feel mad, now, either. Not like that madness she”d felt when they made her take those pills, anyway. She almost missed her transition, she had her mind so firmly on another problem: she actually became quite calm, she no longer felt that rage, no longer wanted to lash out, shock whoever was around her into a reaction.
Sometimes, she”d tease him, though. If he was giving her particularly unthinking grief, she would give him some back in her own flirtatious way – not nasty, so much, but still teasing.
She”d peel off her nightshirt, perhaps, revealing her slender flesh – so delicate, so shapely in just a pair of sexy lace panties from her new underwear drawer.
“You want the key?” she”d say, slinking over to the bed.
“Please…”
“You want the key?” she”d say, leaping up, slithering over his body.
“I”ll do anything…”
“Then do me.”
She”d wedge his head between her thighs, pressing her cotton-covered mound down against his mouth and his nose, filling his senses with her sex.
He couldn”t, though. Not in those first days. He was too weak to pleasure her, just as he was too weak to do anything for himself, and she didn”t press him, wasn”t going to force him, take advantage of his shackled state. He had been kind to her – kinder than anyone else – and even if she did tease him a little, she felt a debt had to be repaid.
For a long while, she feared he would never get better. That the small amount of food he allowed past his lips meant he would get weaker and weaker, never to recover.
But then one evening, he spoke two words to her – just two – that made her realise it was, at last, going to get better from here.
“Thank you,” he said softly.
It was just a tiny couple of words, and then he slumped into sleep again. But it meant more to her than a million dollars. All the shouting, all the yelling, the insults, the heart-wrenching curses. It had all been the drugs. He did appreciate her, he did care for her. He knew she was doing the right thing for him.
In the morning, he even had some colour back in his face.
“How you feeling, Doc?” she asked him.
“Better,” he said, even managing a smile. “A lot better. More… human.”
“Great!”
“You”ll have to keep me here a few days yet – three, I”d say, no less.”
“Oh, I had every intention of doing that,” she said, leaning down to kiss his cheek. “At least until you pay me what you owe. You do remember that promise you made me?”
“What promise was that?”
“You said you”d do anything for me that I wanted.” Giving him that seductive, impish look of hers.
“I guess I did.”
“You know I”m going to hold you to that.” She climbed onto the bed, straddling him, her soft thighs so warm against his chest. She sat down, resting her weight on him, and he could feel her crotch against his stomach, feel the moisture soaking through her panties.
“How many times did I tell you I”m horny?” she said, raw lust in her voice as she kissed him on the lips briefly.
“A few,” he said with a bemused grin.
“Well, you”re not my doctor any more – I”m yours,” she said. “But I didn”t take any oath not to mess with my patients.” She shifted slightly, moving up his chest.
He could smell the musky scent of her arousal, even before she nudged her pink cotton-covered mound up to his face, brushing so briefly against his lips, but enough to allow him a tantalising taste of her juices.
“Maybe later, huh?” she said mischievously, lifting herself off him to plant another soft kiss on his cheek. “You want some breakfast?”
*9*
That evening, he woke from a light snooze to a strange new sensation. It was like he was having the nicest dream – he felt curiously warm and happy. But he was awake. The feelings were centred in his crotch, and it was the weirdest thing – he hadn”t really had a wet dream for so many years.
Perhaps it was the presence of Hayley. It had to be. She was having a major effect on him. But hey, it was something to take his mind off the terrible withdrawal symptoms he was going through.
But then he opened his eyes and tilted his head, and the feelings were not going away. He looked down to find The most beautiful girl lying between his legs, nursing his cock to full hardness with her soft mouth, her velvet lips fastened around his shaft, her tongue swirling around its head.
Oh God, he knew it was wrong, but how could he stop her? He”d been strong so far, but it wasn”t like he didn”t have needs. She was so good – so tender, but firm enough with his cock to really get him going. And seeing such a pretty girl with her delicate lips around his cock.
So he let her continue, and when she saw he was awake, she looked in his eyes and smiled, her eyes all a-sparkle, and he had to return her smile. How could you resist a girl like that? He was a quivering mass, and it wasn”t long until he felt a powerful orgasm beginning to bloom inside his body. He was moaning, groaning, but all in a good way for once, he couldn”t believe how good she was making him feel with her mouth, drawing these amazing feelings from his cock.
“Let go,” she broke off to say, “just let it all go. Come in my mouth, handsome doctor.”
It was like hearing her in the beginning again, the dirty words coming out of her mouth. It had just as erotic a response in him: he could no longer hold back, and the climax hit like a powerful explosion, his hot seed pumping out into her eager mouth.
“What was that for?” he asked afterwards, once he had got his breath back.
“Your reward. For doing so well.”
“Not out of the woods just yet,” he said. “What about you? You deserve a reward more than me.”
“Do you want to?”
“Absolutely. Come here.”
“I thought you said we shouldn”t…”
“Well, that was then. Now is now. As far as I”m concerned you”re cured.”
“And you”re well on your way.”
“Thanks to you. Come here. Let me.”
She stood on the bed, one foot either side of him and dropped her panties. He caught his breath slightly as he looked up at her, such a vision of beauty, her nipples so stiff on the swell of her breasts, her pussy lips already moist before she crouched over his face.
Her scent hung heavy in the air as she sandwiched his head between her thighs and touched her mound down to his lips. He could feel her trembling slightly as he kissed his way around her open flower. Every breath he took was filled with her fragrance – the mustiness of the raw spice of her untamed arousal.
Creeping closer and closer to her labia, he tasted the first traces of her fresh moisture, which made her smooth pussy lips slippery, removing the friction and allowing his warm lips to slide over her flesh. And at last as he reached the soft pinkness of her inner labia, his mouth and tongue exploring her soaking groove, the build-up was over, and the real ride was beginning.
He heard her moan louder than before now that his hot mouth smothered her sensitive vagina, his flexible tongue lapping at her free-flowing juices. He was really enjoying himself – letting out the frustration of avoiding intimate contact with the beautiful girl, the joy of making such an exquisite creature squirm and groan. And, after so many days of the complete nightmare he”d been through, the tangy flavour of this sweet girl was truly setting his senses alight.
Writhing and moaning as he lapped at her spice, he moved on from gently nibbling and sucking on her pussy lips and penetrating her vagina with his dextrous tongue. Now he set gently to against her swollen clitoris, teasing her little button with the tip of his tongue. Half his face seemed covered in her juices by now, while perspiration mottled his brow from the sheer heat and intensity of being between her thighs.
Soon, her whole body began to shiver and quake as his rhythm on her clit and occasional delving into her pussy became almost too much for her to handle. Her hands crawled over his head, and she pressed her body down on him, crushing her pussy against his mouth as the explosive orgasm welled up inside her. At last, she yelled her sweet last, high-pitched and raw in her satisfaction and before she finally released him from the pressure, allowing him to gently focus on her vagina, lapping up her final flood as she came in his mouth.
Some moments later, when she had caught her breath and given him a drink of water, she lay with him, her satisfied body snuggled up to him, an arm and a leg draped over him. And the words just slipped out, “I love you.”
She thought he”d be angry at her after that, she was a little horrified she”d said it. Perhaps he realised that she was still technically his patient, and what had just taken place was wrong. It hadn”t felt wrong. It had felt so very right.
But then he kissed her mouth tenderly. “I love you too, Hayley,” he said, and she had never been happier.
That night, she never slept better, and in the morning he told her it was the last day of his incarceration. She”d never been so excited. She held back from her usual flirtation that day, didn”t even try to explore her sexuality further with him – she wanted to wait until he was free, free to hold her in his arms. She wanted him to be completely unrestricted when he finally slid that glorious cock inside her.
She was tingling with sexual energy all day as she tidied the entire cabin – looking in every possible place for any trace of narcotics he might have hidden. Now that he was clean, she wanted to keep him that way. It had been far too much of a struggle to go through again, though for him she”d go through anything now.
At his behest, she”d hidden the car keys in the woods somewhere, so that they”d have a few weeks where he couldn”t even drive off to get more drugs if he wanted to. Just to make sure. They had provisions for a few weeks. They”ll be fine.
Then later, the very last place she had left to check was the desk in his study. It was his personal desk, so she felt a little guilty at looking through the drawers – but she had to be sure there were no drugs in there.
Looking through the various papers in there, she found a load of stuff about him: correspondence, reports, even the odd newspaper cutting. It revealed his status as a world expert on mental breakdowns, the causes, the treatment. A “genius”, one newspaper said, who had “come from the medical equivalent of nowhere to become a world authority in his field in just five years”. He was one impressive guy.
What would the newspapers say if they found out he”d slept with a patient? Hayley”s heart burned: there was, surely, no way the two of them could stay together. Not if he was going to go back out working as a doctor again. What if she lost him?
She sniffed up a tear and tried not to think about it. Christopher had told her that he loved her. That was all that was important right now.
No drugs anywhere – that was a good thing. Since she had never confronted him about it, he had probably felt safe stashing it all in that drawer under the bed – she felt pleased that she had taken no action before he had asked it of her.
One last drawer to check: the bottom drawer. Opening it, she felt a sudden sense of dread. Always the last place you look.
But there wasn”t any drugs there. There was something far more shocking.
*10*
“What the hell is this?” she almost screamed as she stormed back into his bedroom, a stack of photographs clutched in her hands
“Huh?” It was early evening now, a time when he usually woke from an afternoon nap. He was a little groggy, his eyes looking all around himself uncertainly, wondering for a moment where he was and what was going on.
“I found these photographs. What the hell are they?” she said, angry as she stood next to the bed, dropping photographs of smiling people onto him.
Family shots, mostly, Christopher growing up, graduating here there and everywhere, Doctor Mullen if you please. Then there were shots that he had to admit, she might find strange. Pictures of herself, smiling as happy as can be, a lot more colour in her skin, the spark of youthful innocence in her eyes. And often pictured next to a slightly less grey-haired Dr Mullen.
“And this one,” she said, holding up a large expensive-looking professional effort. Hayley pictured in a flowing white wedding dress, Christopher standing next to her in a smart morning suit, the happy couple smiling adoringly at each other.
“What the hell is this?” she said. “Is this some kind of joke?”
“No,” he said quietly, slightly mournfully. “It”s true. I was going to tell you – of course I was going to tell you. But I didn”t know if you were ready or not yet.”
“Tell me what?”
“You”re my wife.”
She sat by the edge of the pier, her toes dipping in the cold water, her eyes red from rubbing at the tears. But she wasn”t crying now. She was just thinking. She was confused. She didn”t know anything about her past – why should she be surprised now that it was becoming clear?
She felt so conflicted: she loved him, oh how she loved him, and part of her felt such unbelievable rapture to find out that he was her husband. But where had he been for the last – what had it been, four years? Five years? She didn”t know how long she”d been locked up in that prison Almeda, but it had been long enough. Why had he left her there?
If he was her husband, why had he left her to rot in there? Then came to retrieve her to be his nurse when he got into trouble.
And what had happened to put her in Almeda in the first place? What had driven her to have such a complete mental breakdown? What if she found out again, and it put her back into that horrible cloudy-minded state she”d been in for so many months?
They”d take her away from him for sure.
Hayley sat there for a long while, watching as the sun went down, thinking, pondering, seeking a decision. Was it Christopher”s fault? Was she strong enough to hear the truth? Did he still love her? What was the dark secret in their past that he”d kept from her all this time?
*11*
Dr Christopher Mullen lay awake, and he too was thinking. He felt weak, though a little better now, but still weak. He knew she”d react badly to hearing the truth. She was confused now, it was made more difficult because he”d given in to the urges and consented to some brief intimacy with her. Told her that he loved her.
Just what he wanted to avoid.
But what could he have done? He did love her, and he had felt pain to hide it from her. Now he had driven her away.
Where had she gone? Had she left him? Left him here to rot? It wasn”t like she could get anywhere from here, unless she braved the car. Could she remember how to drive?
Perhaps he should have told her the truth the day they had got here, laid it all on the table. But then how would she have felt, this doctor she hardly knew telling her they were married. How awkward would she have felt, and what if she didn”t believe him?
He lay there for a long, long while. Thinking, soul-searching, wondering if he had lost her for good now, screwed it up right and proper. If she came back and asked him, would he tell her everything? Yes, he would tell her everything. He would get her to unlock his handcuffs first, but he would tell her. He couldn”t not. Not now. But get her to unlock him first, in case she snapped again.
If she came back.
He drifted off again, a light sleep full of dreams. Bad dreams. Dreams of the past, memories of problems gone by, each one enough to spear him in the heart.
*12*
Then, finally, the door opened again and there she was. So beautiful, even when upset. His heart was wrenched by her unhappiness, though, the red around her eyes, the darkness in her expression. He would do anything to bring back that smiling girl who had danced under the sun those warm days before he had come off the juice.
“I want to know,” she said simply. “I want to know everything.”
He nodded silently for a moment.
“Let me out of these handcuffs,” he said. “Please. And I”ll tell you.”
She paused, and he wondered if she would do as he asked.
Then she found the key on the dresser opposite the bed, and leaned over him to carry out his request. The smell of her clean hair as she stooped over him. Oh, his pretty angel, what troubles she had been through.
“There,” she said. “Now I suppose it”s all up to you.”
He sat up, stretching muscles that had been underused for so long, swinging his legs down off the mattress onto the floor.
“Come here, my Hayley,” he said gently, pleading with her. “Please sit with me. I don”t know how to make this any easier for you.”
She looked at him for a moment, almost hatred in her eyes, fearing the worst. It caused him real pain, seeing her that way. But then, after another pause, she did as she was asked. She sat down with him, allowed him to take her head in his hands and kiss her mouth briefly.
“We were married in a beautiful church in West Virginia,” he said. “You made me the happiest man on Earth.”
“What happened to us?” she asked, wanting to cut to the chase. Wanting the bad news first. “What happened to me?”
He took a deep breath. She could see that it was difficult for him, and in that respect she felt for him, too. But she needed to know. He spoke. “We weren”t married too long before you were pregnant,” he said.
Pregnant? This was all startling to her.
“It was all going to be so perfect: I had just finished my first-year residency at Morgan, you were just starting out as a young nurse, we were looking round houses – it was going to be so wonderful.”
“And then…” she prompted.
“And then our baby was born blue,” he said starkly. There was no way he could cushion her from the fact. There it was.
A tear trickled from her cheek. “Go on,” she said, remaining strong. He was so proud of her.
Another deep breath. It wasn”t easy. He said, “Our lives crashed all around us. When you heard our baby was dead, it was like someone switched a light out in your brain. You were taken away from me – what could I do? What did I know about psychology? I was an ER resident – give me an arm, I could sink a drip into it. But anything more complicated than that, and it was a turf to Psych.”
The tear was trickling down his cheek now, and it was Hayley that felt pity for Christopher. Her anger against him was slipping away now. Now that she knew the truth. The pain of losing a child was stronger in him than her now: for her, it was almost as though it had happened to another woman. Her mind had shut down to protect itself – one of the funny things about human biology. But Christopher had been through it all.
She pulled him close, hugged him.
“They took you away from me,” he said, mopping his tears, willing himself to go on with the story, to set it all out in the open. “I lost my baby and the love of my life in one awful day. They diagnosed various disorders and had you committed. And there I was, some low-life resident.”
“Was that why…”
“The drugs?” he nodded. “First, morphine, codeine, whatever I could get my hands on – not difficult in that hospital. Later, I moved on to heroin to dull the pain. It never did. They kept you from me, gave you all these pills, turned you into a zombie.”
“You saw me?”
“Of course I did. I was there as often as they”d let me. But there was no way I could get you out of there. Not unless I was some kind of…”
“…World authority on mental breakdowns,” she finished for him, the information on the newspaper cuttings she had also found in his desk drawer coming back to her now. “You changed fields, didn”t you?”
“I had to,” he said quietly.
“You became an expert in psychology – world famous Dr Mullen.” Her voice was filled with awe, so amazed at the lengths he had gone to free her from Almeda. Which all evidence now pointed to success in that particular respect.
“I had to change my name, too – had some help from a friendly official whose life I once saved – just so the folks in Almeda wouldn”t know who I was.”
She kissed him, long and tenderly. Though she pained at hearing what had happened to her, the love that she now felt for this man beside her transcended everything.
“I was still worried they”d recognise me – even with the new name and reputation. But then you escaped anyway,” he smiled and kissed her again. “My clever girl. You gave those fascists the slip, and I could just walk into that hospital and take you out, without even going near Almeda.”
“I guess it was a sign I was getting better,” she said. “After all that time, they trusted me to take my pills – but then I hid them under my tongue and spat them out when they weren”t looking.”
“Genius,” he said, kissing her again, so sweet, breathing in her clean scent.
“So where are we now?” she asked him. “Husband and wife, huh?”
“That”s right,” he said. “If you”ll have me.”
“Of course I”ll have you,” she kissed him. “But first we need to get you into the shower.”
It was so great to be out of the handcuffs – in a way he understood how Hayley had felt when he had sprung her from her confinement. It was great to get off that damn bed, to stretch his legs, his muscles, and great to step into the shower and let the hot water course over his body.
“Hey, move over, big boy.”
It was Hayley, his exquisite Hayley, stepping into the shower beside him without a thread on. Such a stunning creature, his elfin queen. She reached up to kiss him as her hands trailed over his body, his own finding her curves, holding her sweet breasts for the first time in too long.
“I can”t believe I”ve got such a hot husband,” she smiled as her fingers closed around his hardening penis.
“I”m all yours,” he said, “to do with whatever you like.”
“Mmm…” she purred as he coaxed her breasts, gently crushing her stiff pink nipples in his fingers and thumbs. “How long have I got?” she asked.
“How long do you need?” he asked her.
“Hmm…” she said, “I think this long is just what I need.” And she sank onto his cock, filling her tight pussy with his hardness. It was the most perfect feeling either had ever experienced, the most wonderful collision of male and female.
Later, they moved to the bedroom, the kitchen, the living room, and the great out doors exploring each other, caressing each other, kissing each other until they had to stop for breath. He was free now, free to hold her, to run his fingers through her silky hair, to tear off her clothes, to ravish her completely. She could dress up for him – wearing her clothes, who no-one had chosen but her, she now knew – putting on special lacy items to give him added thrill.
Then he could, of course, tear them off her again. They went swimming together in the lake, they went walking in the hills, they came home to a burning log fire where Christopher could cook for her and she would be the dessert. Perhaps even with whipped cream on top.
She was the most beautiful girl in the world for him, and he was the most handsome man she knew. She could wake up and take his soon-hardening cock into her mouth in the morning if she wanted. And he could sidle up to her as she sat by the fire in the evening, to nestle his head between her thighs and breathe in the enticing aroma of her arousal before nudging aside her panties to taste her nectar until she came profusely in his mouth.
She could present him with her shapely rear in the shower or straddle him as he sat in his big armchair in the study. And he could thrust inside her hot, tight vagina, filling her completely and stroking her every sensitive part until he came powerfully inside her.
With the money he had squirreled away as a world-famous shrink, they had the rest of their lives to do whatever they wanted, and all they wanted was to be in each other”s loving company. And it wasn”t long before they had the family they had both always wanted.