Chapter 1

Lying on the soft leather couch, the lovely young redhead licked her dry lips and stared blankly toward the ceiling. Sitting at the head of the couch, A. B. Prinz, MD, Ph.D., smiled down at her as he repeated the question to the woman in the deep hypnotic trance.

"Describe what happened between you and your father on that night, Denise."

Denise Powers struggled inwardly with the vision and she spoke hesitantly of the secret she had kept locked inside her mind for nearly ten years. "He... he'd been drinking. Momma had gone to her sister's... gone all week."

"Yes, go on, Denise," Prinz told her as she paused.

"I came downstairs and found him sitting in the big chair in the living room..." she said softly in a little girl voice. Her face was pale and the expression was something less than that of a person relating a traumatic experience that had occurred during her fifteenth year of life.

"He called me over and made me sit in his lap..." she said and swallowed dryly as her hands fluttered at her sides.

"Then what happened?" Prinz asked her as he looked at her full breasts and lower, to the gentle mound of her pubis that was revealed by the soft material of her short skirt.

"He told me how much he loved me... and... and he put his hands on me..." she said thickly.

"Show me where he put his hands on you, Denise."

Slowly, the attractive young woman lifted both her hands to cup her ripe breasts and she began to massage them as she went on. "He... he told me that he had always wanted to do this to me... that he loved me, and then he begged me not to tell my mother."

"How did you feel when he played with your tits, Denise?"

The woman rolled her head from side to side as he posed the question, as though fighting some internal conflict yet to be revealed. Then, she spoke in that tiny voice again, "I... I liked it... he unbuttoned my shirt and touched the nipples of my titties... and I liked it."

"Show me, Denise--show me exactly how he touched your titties," Prinz told her and licked his lips as she began unbuttoning the sheer blouse she wore. His pulse pounded heavily in his temples as the woman revealed her soft, naked tits and began massaging them lewdly as he looked on.

"What did he do next, Denise?"

"Ohhhh," she moaned lowly, then said, "He put his hand on my leg and began rubbing it... he kept rubbing it and I could feel him moving higher and higher. He lifted my skirt and touched me between my legs."

"Where did he touch you, Denise? Show me." Prinz told her.

Slowly, the woman inched her hand down her body to lift her skirt. As she did, Prinz stood up and walked to stand beside the couch as she moved her hand between her legs and began rubbing her pussy through the thin material of her panties. "There..." she moaned as her fingers moved in and out of the cleft of her pussy and Prinz watched in fascination.

"Did he do anything else?"

"Oh, yes!" she exclaimed as she continued stroking herself obscenely. "He... he unbuttoned his pants and asked me to hold his... to hold him."

"Hold him where, Denise?" Prinz asked softly and drew down the zipper of his trousers to reach inside. He pulled out his pulsing prick and swallowed thickly as the woman replied.

"His... his penis..." she sucked her breath, "His prick!"

"How did it feel, Denise?"

"Oh, it was so big! It was warm and soft and hard at the same time!" she said breathlessly.

Prinz reached down and lifted her hand from her tit and wrapped it about his throbbing prick. "Is this the way it felt, Denise?" he asked her as she began manipulating the soft flesh of his prick.

"Oh, yes... it was just the same!"

Sitting beside her on the couch, Prinz held her hand tightly on his pulsing prick and lifted her skirt to fold it about her waist, then he took hold of her panties and dragged them down to her knees. "Then what did he do, Denise?"

The woman shivered slightly as Prinz ran his hand over her dark-red pubic bush, and, as his fingers played over the damp lips of her pouting pussy, she shuddered and told him, "He played with me while I played with him... and he sucked my titties!"

Leaning forward, as he fingerfucked the woman softly, Prinz licked her turgid nipple, then took it fully into his mouth as she moaned lowly and stroked his prick of her own accord. He kissed her tits laviciously and noticed that she had raised her legs to remove her panties as he eased his finger into her tight cunt fully.

"Did you like what he was doing to you, Denise?" he asked as he looked up at her face.

"Oh, yes! His mouth was so soft and warm and his finger in my... in my cunt was so good!" she said and writhed sensually as he fingerfucked her.

"What else happened that you haven't told me about, dear?"

The woman rolled her head from side to side in the trance and her eyes blinked several times as she spread her legs to his hand. "He... he asked me to put it in my mouth... just the head of it, he said... he just wanted me to kiss it a little bit for him."

"And did you do that?" Prinz asked her as she squeezed his prick tightly in her soft hand.

"Uh huh..." she replied in that little girl voice, "I let him put it in my mouth and I kissed it for him.

"Did you like to do that for your father?"

"Oh, yes... he really loved me for it--and he told me that Momma wouldn't do that for him--ever."

Prinz reached down and touched the lever that controlled the head height of the couch. As it lowered, he moved up toward her head, then told her, "Here, Denise... show me how you put your father's prick in your mouth. Show me how you sucked him."

"He... he kissed mine too..." she said as she turned her head towards his pulsing shaft.

"Oh, yes!" Prinz replied and leaned toward her as she ovaled her lips obscenely and took the head of his pulsing prick into her warm, wet mouth. "Yes, my dear... that's it... suck your daddy's prick for him--show me how much you love your daddy... use your tongue... oh, yes... that is nice!" he told her, then lay beside her with his head over her exposed pussy. He lowered his head and inhaled deeply of her feminine odor, then spread her legs a bit more as he licked out with his tongue to touch the hair-fringed lips of her pussy wetly.

The woman moaned as her psychoanalyst sucked her cunt and thrust forward with his hips. She wrapped her hand about the base of his thick prick and tongued the head wetly as he began a slow fucking motion with his hips.

Between her legs, Prinz lapped her cuntal area with the flat of his tongue, and as he did, he heard her moan low as she raised her body to his mouth. Frantically, he sucked her clit into his mouth and nibbled it as she began to grind her hips against the soft leather of the couch. He felt his prick moving in and out of her wet, warm mouth, and he had a sudden desire to watch her as she sucked his prick.

Sitting up beside her, Prinz faced the woman as she continued licking his throbbing shaft. He swallowed thickly as her mouth was stretched wide and his prick was sucked into her throat. "Yes, Denise... suck it deep... take it all the way in... all the way!" he told her.

The woman lowered her head slowly and took the entire length of the doctor's pulsing cock into her throat. Deep in her trancelike state, she envisioned her father sitting there urging her on, and she tried her best to please him. Slowly, she raised her head and withdrew her mouth from the throbbing flesh, then plunged downward again as the sound of his deep sighs came to her.

Prinz ran his hand over the woman's pubic bush as she went down on him again. He eased his finger into her wet pussy and stroked her clit gently. He felt her raise her hips again and he knew that she was about to orgasm, despite the fact that she was in deep hypnosis. And as she pulled off to the swollen head of his cock again, he felt the slick trickle of saliva ran down the length of his shaft and he shuddered, just a breath away from coming himself.

He inserted a second finger into the woman's clasping cunt and began fucking her furiously as she bobbed her head up and down on his throbbing prick. "Ughhhnn..." he moaned, "yes... suck it, Denise... suck my prick... I'm going to come... swallow my cum, Denise!" and he placed a hand on the back of her head to force her lower as he felt the first spasm that was followed by a strong contraction.

The woman paused in her sucking as she felt the prick in her mouth begin to jerk wildly. She moaned loudly from around his prick as her own orgasm washed over her writhing body, then she felt her mouth filled with his warm, thick cum. She swallowed as her mouth was filled to overflowing and her legs quivered stiffly as the doctor's fingers dug into the soft, wet flesh of her cunt.

Prinz felt his prick erupt in the woman's mouth. He tensed as she stopped bobbing her head, and he felt gush after gush pour into her mouth as he fingerfucked her furiously. Then, as the contractions subsided, Prinz sighed deeply and told the woman, "That was so good, darling... you've made your father very happy."

The woman raised her head with a dazed expression on her face as she licked the last of his cum from her lips. He laid her back and sat there for a long moment as he regained his composure. He looked down at her long lovely legs, encased in sheer nylon stockings. He ran his hand from her sopping cunt to her soft belly and rubbed it gently as his fingertips played over the lacy garter belt she wore. Women's underclothing fascinated him and he had often had the urge to wear them himself. Prinz recognized where the desire stemmed from, and he recalled the time his own sister had caught him going through her dresser drawer, simply feeling her silken under things.

He shook the thought from his mind as his hand found its way to the woman's cunt again, and he cupped her pubis as she merely lay there and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"How do you feel, Denise?" he asked softly, as his fingers pressed lightly over her pussy.

She sighed deeply and replied, "Good... I feel good, Daddy."

Prinz beamed--the transference was complete, and he knew he would be able to have this woman at will any time in the future. "Fine, Denise... now I want you to listen closely," he told her and moved his hand from her pussy to stroke the bare flesh of her thigh above her stocking top. "There is nothing wrong with what we've done. It's natural for a father to love his daughter... and just as natural for a daughter to want her father--do you understand?"

The woman's body quivered at his touch and, as his hand moved back up to stroke her cunt lightly, she told him, "Yes, Daddy, I understand... and I really do like the things we do together. When can we do them again?"

Prinz smiled sardonically as he gazed upon her expectant face. He leaned down and kissed her softly as his hand moved up to fondle her ample tits beneath the thin material of her blouse. Next time, he promised himself, I'll have her naked!

"Soon, Denise... I promise." and he stood up then to tuck his wilted prick into his trousers. He inspected himself for stains, then pulled up his zipper and told the woman, "Your panties are beside you on that couch. Put them on, then go into the bathroom and straighten your clothing... then come back and lie down and we'll talk some more."

He watched as the woman obeyed. He lifted the head of the couch and straightened his own clothing as the woman walked to the bathroom door and entered. In a few moments she returned looking as fresh as ever. She lay down on the couch and Prinz sat in his chair out of her sight.

"In a moment, I will ask you to awaken, Denise... you will have no memory of what has taken place... next week when you lie down on the couch, I will ask you if you're drowsey--you will reply, 'Yes, Father, I'm sleepy.' Then, you will return to your deep sleep... do you understand?"

"Yes..." the woman said flatly.

"Fine... then you may awaken," he told her and sat back, relaxed. He watched as the woman opened her eyes and looked around. She stretched languidly and sat up, a flushed expression on her face. "How do you feel?" he asked warmly.

"God, like I'd slept the clock around..." and she glanced at the expensive watch on her right wrist. A look of surprise crossed her face as she remarked, "It's only been an hour?"

Prinz smiled and nodded. "You were a very cooperative subject, Mrs. Powers... next week well delve a bit deeper into your subconscious..." He stood and held out his hand to her, "Same time?"

Her face flushed brightly and she asked, "Did... did I say anything? I mean... what happened?"

Prinz led her to the private exit as she gathered her gloves and purse. "All in due time, Mrs. Powers... all in due time. Try not to dwell on it--but should you have another of those headaches, please try to remember what you're thinking about just prior to having it--can you do that?"

The woman smiled warmly and took his hand in hers. "Oh, yes-- and thank you Dr. Prinz... thank you so much!"

Prinz saw the woman out, then returned to his desk. He touched the button on his console and spoke softly. "That's all for today, Karen... will you come in here a moment?"

"Yes, Doctor," the woman's honeyed voice, replied.

Prinz looked up as his receptionist-girl Friday entered, her lithe body swaying sensuously as she walked into his inner office. "Schedule Mrs. Powers for the same time next week, Karen..." he said and looked across the desk at the beautiful woman as she made note of his request. He watched her lovely blond features as she penned the note, and he felt a twinge of excitement rush through his body as he imagined her standing there naked before him, her lush blond cunt exposed to his sight.

Prim swallowed thickly as the beautiful young woman looked up and asked, "Will that be all, Doctor?"

Smiling, he gazed deeply into her eyes for a long moment, then said, "Are you sleepy, Karen?"

The woman's eyes glazed momentarily and her head sagged to her chest. Her hand was rigid and paused over the note pad, as she stood there immobile. Prinz sat back and smiled at his expertise. He cleared his throat as he told her, "There are some things I must do now, Karen... do you have any plans for this evening?"

She shook her head slowly as she looked up, her jaw slack.

"Fine... be at the beach house at seven sharp. I'll be expecting you."

"Seven..." she said flatly and stared past him into space.

Prinz snapped his fingers and the lovely blonde's head drew erect as she stared at her note pad and saw the appointment for the following week.

"Whom do you have scheduled for tomorrow, Karen?" he asked, as though there had been no break in their conversation.

"Ummn... Mrs. Golden is bringing her daughter..."

"Oh, yes... the disturbed teenager. Of course. That will be all Karen... have a pleasant evening." And he smiled at her warmly.

"Thank you Doctor--I'll see you in the morning."

Prinz smiled and nodded as the young woman left his office. Tonight, he thought abstractly, and he stood to walk to the breakfront bar along the right wall of his office. He poured a liberal amount of brandy into a glass, then returned to his desk as he thought again of his sister. The Powers woman reminded him of her--the red hair, the full thighs and soft pussy... and as he sat there sipping the heady liquor, he drifted back in time, and he was fifteen-years-old again.

He was standing in front of his sister's dresser, his prick in his right hand, and he was masturbating as he rubbed a pair of his sister's panties over his face. He did not hear the door open, and it wasn't until his sister spoke to him that he realized he'd been discovered.

"What on earth are you doing?" his sister asked sharply.

Aurelius Prinz turned to find his sister standing in the doorway of her room, her hands on her hips and an angry expression on her face.

He tried desperately to hide his bulging erection, but he could not-he had been just a breath away from ejaculation when she confronted him. He dropped her silk panties as though they had burned his hand, and he looked down in shame as his sister crossed the room to pick them up while he tried to cover his throbbing cock with both hands.

"Aurry... how many times have I told you to stay out of my things?" she said and waved the panties in front of him.

"I... I'm sorry, Glenda... I won't do it again--I promise! Just don't tell mom, please!" he begged her.

The attractive red-haired girl looked down at her younger brother and she felt a sudden twinge of pity for him. Shaking her head, she handed him the panties and told him, "No... I won't tell mom. You... you can keep these if you like."

He looked up at her in surprise as he felt the silken things pressed into his hand. He shook his head in confusion and said, "I can? I mean, I can really keep them?"

Glenda looked at her brother's stiff prick and she licked her lips erotically as she felt a stirring in her loins. "Unless you'd rather have a pair I've worn..." she told him seductively, and she reached out to touch his prick with the tips of her fingers.

"Ohhh..." the boy moaned as her warm hand closed about the head of his throbbing prick. "Could I... could I really?"

Glenda felt the excitement rising in her body as the boy looked at her with a pleading expression on his face. She knew that what she was about to do was wrong, but the feel of his firm prick in her hand sent thrills of pleasure through her nineteen- year-old body, and she leaned forward to kiss him softly on the lips. Then she told him, "You'll have to take them off of me, if you want them, Aurry..." and she squeezed his prick softly as his eyes widened and his jaw went slack.