Chapter 19

Bill tenderly kissed Jill as his hand slowly slid up her side to tease just beneath her left breast.

Jill pulled her mouth away. "I can't, Bill. I mean ... I, uh, don't have anything down there. Remember?"

"Hush. We've made love many times without me putting my cock in you. Before we got married, when you were too big before Linda was born, when you had a yeast infection, when you were too tired to fuck, when we just wanted to ... Just relax. I promise that you'll be whole tomorrow. Tonight, I want you to fight those compulsions while I make love to you. Jeff told me how to make this happen the quickest way we can under the circumstances. So just relax."

"Bill, I can't. I..."

"Relax Jill! I'm going to do this. You have no say in the matter. Understand!"

Bill could see the change instantly.

"Yes," she meekly answered. "I'll do whatever you say," she whispered.

Bill faltered; almost didn't go through with it. Shit. I'm no better than Ingles. I'm ordering her to submit to me. But Jeff said I had to do this or my calling her would take much longer and might not work against Ingles post-hypnotic suggestions. I can't just hold her down and do this. I've got to override that bastard doctor's controls. Steeling himself, he continued.

"Kiss me back, Jill. Respond to me!" he commanded, then locked his mouth to his wife's. His hand slid higher under the negligée until he cupped her breast. Jill's body went rigid. He pulled his mouth back an inch from hers. "No Jill. You can't fight me. You must respond to me. If you want to get rid of Ingles in your mind, this is the first step."

Her response was a whimper, but she initiated the kiss then. Teasing her breast for several minutes, he finally gentled the tip of his index finger across her nipple. Jill hissed into his mouth. Little One had done her job – the sensations were now much stronger than Jill had ever felt. Amazed, Jill concentrated on what Bill was doing to her nipple, wondering how the sensation could be so strong.

Bill gently twisted and pulled on her pap, suddenly broke the kiss, then moved his mouth and sucked hard. The change from soft and tender to the hard pull of the vacuum – with Little One's enhancements – did it. Jill grabbed the back of Bill's head to hold him tighter to her, her back arched up to push the breast farther into his mouth, and the greatest orgasm she could ever remember slammed through her.

Twenty minutes later, and more orgasms than she could count, she drifted back into the world yet again to feel Kathy stroking her arm. Jill's hand had somehow gotten hold of Bill's rock-hard cock. She almost panicked for a second when she realized what she was doing, both from Ingles compulsions, and also realizing that she had nowhere for Bill to put his wonderful cock.

But I do, she thought. He always said that he liked my pussy better, but I've given him hundreds of blowjobs, she thought. Ingles screamed his commands in her mind, but Bill's hand teased another orgasm out of her as he resumed his taunting of a nipple. When she had her breath back, she slid down in the bed, the sheet already kicked away. Her hand tightened on his big cock and her mouth found the head before the compulsions ruled again. Sucking, she masturbated him with one hand while teasing his balls with the other.

"Jill," her husband gasped out. "I'm going to come as quickly as I can. Swallow my spend. It's important," he got out as he willed himself to come.

Bill's cock throbbed, then pulsed. Jill choked a little, but swallowed hard, her hand continuing to move on his staff. Bill groaned out and arched up, his ass leaving the bed a couple of inches as he trembled. As he collapsed back on the bed and his mind started to function again, Well, now for the second part. Think about how much I love her and push. I want her for my mate, he thought. I love you Jill. I want you for my mate.

Suddenly, he was confident. The feeling that Jeff had tried, oh so hard, to describe was there. He pushed with his mind again. Jill sighed as she relaxed against him, his softening cock still in her mouth. More confident now, he gathered himself and pushed harder. I love you my wife. I want you for my mate. Now and forever. Now!

Bill felt something; felt it happen.

Jill shivered and sighed again, her eyes opening wide as feelings swirled through her mind and soul. Pulling her mouth back and letting his member drop against his leg, she shivered again and then just laid her head on his body for a time. A little later, she whispered into the stillness of the room, "Oh, Bill. Oh, Bill." Tears of joy flooded her eyes as she felt the turmoil inside her subside and her mind become clear. "I love you. I love you," she whispered as her mate reached down to pull her into his arms.

Ingles conditioning died as the Alpha's push stomped it to bits.

The three had slept like the dead, the flood of emotions from the experience the night before having exhausted them. Shortly after six the next morning, Jill's consciousness partially returned. She had to pee – bad. Still in the middle, she groggily crawled across Bill.

An old married man, he reflexively put a guarding hand over his balls as one knee barely missed his groin and the other unerringly got a short rib dead-on. He grunted and went back to sleep, his subconscious familiar with the experience, just as he could sleep in the cockpit while his copilot flew the plane. As long as everything continued to be normal, he slept, but before the word "Captain" was out of the copilot's mouth, he was wide awake. Any abnormal sound would do the same thing, but Jill's crawling across him was normal, so he slept on.

He slept on, that is, until there was a scream from the bathroom. Admittedly, it didn't exactly sound like a cry of distress, but it was close enough for his subconscious. He rolled out of bed and was three steps toward the bathroom before his eyes completely focused. Kathy was close on his heels, buck naked, her thong panties long gone with the dump of Bill's pheromones last night.

Jill was standing bent double in front of one of the stalls, her hair having fallen forward to cover her face.

"What's wrong?" Bill yelled as he slid to a halt to grasp her arm, having already glanced around for threats and finding none.

Kathy grabbed the other arm. "Are you hurt?" she gasped out.

"I need a mirror," Jill managed in the midst of the turmoil.

"A mirror?" Bill and Kathy got out together as they stared at each other incredulously.

"There's ten feet of fucking mirror in the vanity area," Bill snapped, wondering if his new mate had lost her mind.

"A mirror. A hand mirror," Jill mumbled as she tried to bend farther over.

"I need a hand mirror," Jill repeated as she snapped her head up to look at them, her face still mostly covered with her long, thick hair.

"What the fuck," Bill snarled, his system full of adrenaline and no ass to kick. He stomped quickly to the vanity, snatched a drawer open, found a mirror and came back.

"Here," he said as he handed it to Jill. Only then did he realize that she had both of her hands on her groin.

She grabbed the mirror, spread her legs wider and shoved the glass where she could see herself in it. Bill saw her labia then.

"Here, hold the mirror for me," Jill instructed Kathy. "I can't hold myself open and position the mirror at the same time."

Kathy, beginning to understand, quickly dropped to her knees and held the mirror for her.

"Angle it up a little more," Jill instructed.

Then after an intake of breath, "Oh, my goodness," she gasped. "I thought that's what I was feeling with my finger."

Kathy, craning her neck forward so she could see, started to giggle.

"What the fuck is going on?" Bill hissed. "I told you that everything would be fine this afternoon. Maybe things are running a little ahead of schedule," he reasoned.

Kathy sat back on her butt, laughing. The laughter gained in volume. "This is marvelous," she exclaimed.

"What the fuck is 'marvelous?'" Bill asked, frustrated.

Kathy stood up, then pulled her long hair away from her face and tossed it over her right shoulder. Smiling at her husband, she said something, but he didn't hear her. His vision tunneled. Finally his subconscious kicked in and he took a much-needed deep breath, his vision clearing.

He looked down at Jill who was still sitting on the tile floor looking up at her sister-wife's face.

"Oh. My. God," Kathy kept saying over and over, spacing the words out.

"What's wrong?" Jill said. Then louder as they kept staring at her face, "What's wrong with me?"

Jill tried to grab the mirror from Kathy, but she snatched it away before Jill's hand could close on it. "Use the big mirror."

Jill stared at her for a second, then brushed by her husband who remained planted with an odd look on his face. Running into the vanity area, she stopped to stare at herself. She wasn't looking at her beautiful body. She was used to that, although there were subtle differences there as well.

"How..." she managed. "How could..."

"You need to seriously thank Jeff," Bill said as he came up to encircle her from behind with his arms. "Seriously, thank him," he repeated.

Jill relaxed back into her mate's arms. "I dreamed of this. Yesterday while I slept, I dreamed of this. I wanted it so badly. I wanted to go back and start our time together again. The good times when there was no Ingles, when I was pure for you. How could this happen?" she whispered as she stared at the teenager in the mirror. "Not only am I young again, but I have a hymen. I can't be a virgin again, but I can give you my hymen again. My pussy looks like it did before I had Linda. It looks..."

"Jeff said everything would be new down there. I guess he really meant it." He forced a chuckle past his lips as he stared at the girl he remembered from long ago. Even the timbre of her voice was slightly different; much like it used to be.

"You look young, too, Bill. Not as young as I do, but, oh ... maybe thirty. How can this be?"

"I don't want to be any younger looking, Baby. Kathy says she's just where she wants to be, too. Whatever Jeff has does this. I guess you wanted to be a teenager again, so it ... did it. Oh, this sounds crazy, but I have the unmistakable results in my arms," he finished as they locked eyes in the mirror.

"We can make love now. Right now," Jill whispered again. "Make love like we did the first time."

Kathy spoke up as she put her arms around Jill, too. "No bloody way. He had to marry you the first time to get it. He's not going to get your hymen until he walks down that aisle this time, either."

When Jill started to protest, Kathy continued. "He's your mate now, as he is mine. You have to be married again. This time it's different, to put it very, very mildly."

Jill spun around in Bill's arms. "Wear your military uniform for me just like you did last time."

Pushing back from Bill but still holding to his arms, her face relaxed and happy for the first time in over a year, she abruptly shifted mental gears, as women are wont to do, and exclaimed, "I'm hungry. I'm starving to death. Come on; let's get some clothes on. We'll find something in that marvelous kitchen..."

"What you'll find," Bill said looking at his watch, "is all Jeff's wives, plus Dave's wives, which includes our daughter, of course, plus Margaret and Alesha, all furiously cooking breakfast."

"Oh, Bill. What are they going to say when they see me? Do they know what I've done?" she worried.

"There are no secrets in this household ... well, other than whatever Jeff uses to heal us and make us all young. But what they understand is that you were kidnapped and abused by Ingles. They might hug you to death. And trust me, if any of those women get hold of Ingles, they'll flay him alive – if he's lucky. Now you hold your head up when you go in there. You have done nothing wrong. You're one of my mates," he said as he hugged both of them to him. "Now let's get dressed and get some food into you. You still have some weight to gain, and a bunch of people to meet."

MONDAY MORNING 6:20 A.M. SEPTEMBER 30

A few minutes later, Bill pushed the kitchen door open for Jill and Kathy. Jill was ushered through first. Taking two steps in, she stopped as she met Diana who stood regally in front of her.

I met this woman yesterday, but I was so sick and messed up I could barely function. She is the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.

Of course, Diana thought basically the same thing as she stared at the girl in front of her. Seventeen, maybe eighteen. Little One, you have outdone yourself this time, Diana thought as she stepped forward and hugged a startled Jill.

Jill felt wet against her face and suddenly realized that Diana was crying. "We're so proud of you," she whispered in Jill's ear. "You got away from that bastard and made it all the way here as sick as you were, without money, without anyone. We're so proud of you. And you look wonderful," she continued, pushing back to hold Jill by her shoulders, the tears glistening on Diana's cheeks.