One long day in December
Chapter 8:
It had been one hell of a long December day… and it still wasn’t over. Tanya had a final stop to make, a last person to see, a last woman to fight… It was approaching eleven o’clock at night when she finally made it to Dr. Rubens’ building, an elegant eighteenth century establishment converted to flats. Up till ten thirty Tanya had been consoling Natasha, the poor Russian girl being completely undermined by all the stuff Dr. Rubens had done to her.
Tanya still didn’t understand most of it, but what she’d pieced together made a warped kind of sense. The KGB had taught Natasha everything she needed to become a hypnotic infiltrator. This had included her being hypnotised, but the Soviets hadn’t decided to insert any code words or phrases for fear of compromising their student’s abilities. Instead they’d wished her luck and sent her on her way, a sixteen year old communist asked to serve mother Russia.
Unfortunately for them, Natasha had quickly become a less than ardent believer in socialism. Having seen the squalor and poverty of Moscow for herself she was ill prepared for the splendour of capitalist England, particularly the gentile, middleclass town of Cambridge. Her instructors back in Russia had trained her to be English and to live in England but the sheer availability of choice and freedom in Cambridge had rendered her speechless and doubtful. Natasha made the decision to drop the plan and defect, her only family, her parents, having died a long time ago, killed by a lack of heating in their apartment during the harsh Moscow winter.
However, having decided to defect, she knew that the officers of the KGB would not be an easy bunch to disappear from and Natasha decided to remain in Cambridge for the duration of her degree, but report back only limited, but promising, progress with Operation Rasputin. When the time came to report on the overall success or failure of the mission she would… fake her own death… run away… disappear… well, something along those lines anyway. However, until that point, she needed to be doing something that seemed constructive to her Soviet employers. Unfortunately, the first thing Natasha had decided to do was to try and hypnotise Dr. Rubens, during her interviews for Cambridge set up by the KGB.
Psychology had been picked as the targeted course by the Soviets because studies had shown that students who were taught about hypnotism would have less natural resistance to the system of induction the KGB had created. What they hadn’t counted on was that the lecturers, who Natasha had to hypnotise in order to subvert their lectures, would be skilled hypnotists themselves.
Dr. Clara Rubens had immediately seen what the young girl in front of her was trying to do with her watch. Like Tanya she’d played along and had waited till Natasha’s guard was down before launching her own attempt. Young and unsure of herself after her failure of faith, Natasha had been swept up by the doctor’s big brown eyes and soft, quiet, but authoritative voice. Rubens had induced and interrogated the young Russian and found out everything, whereupon she’d had a bit of an epiphany.
What was so wrong with the plan? Except, instead of helping the Soviets, the students would make money for Dr. Rubens…! She’d taken the devices Natasha had been given and enforced an almost iron like level of control over the hapless girl… a control that had passed over to Tanya, whether she liked it or not. In the time between the interviews and the start of term, Dr. Rubens changed the nature of the program and began manipulating the course to bring in nothing but her desired target: attractive, insecure girls.
The reason…? She was gay, pure and simple. Dr. Rubens had been a lesbian ever since living through the swinging 60’s as a young woman. Born in 1950, her austere, dull life, up to 1968, had exploded into a riot of colour and experimentation. When the partying was all over, by 1972, she went and found herself a career, choosing psychology and making a successful, if fairly lonely and hardly meteoric career in the subject.
When she’d encountered Natasha she’d seen it as her last chance to make something or herself before old age and a reliance on a pension reduced her to the level of all the little old men pottering around Cambridge… dependent on the institution for everything and a joke to all who saw them, regardless of how intelligent or great they’d been in their prime.
Instead of that fate, Dr. Clara Rubens would retire from the university, aged fifty five at the most, accepting a regular contribution of funds from the girls in the psychology courses she ran for the six or seven years prior to her retirement. As plans went it was pretty diabolical but it had succeeded, right up to the point when Tanya had drunk a little too much one night and missed just five minutes of a lecture the following morning.
Up till then everything had gone well. Natasha was a slave, Dr. Morgan and the other psychology tutors were quickly overcome, the males were culled from the course and the girls sucked into it were all gorgeous, intelligent and responsive to the Soviet program, which used entrancing lights to hypnotise people followed by an object to focus on while the voice read out the indoctrination. Dr. Rubens had used Alice Morgan’s eyes to cover her tracks, even making the other doctor think she’d seduced the course organiser to boot! On top of that, Clara had added each lecture to the hypnotic program in order to keep the girls on the right path academically. Other than that she’d simply sat back and occasionally summoned one, two, or even three young women to her room for a bit of late night revision…
But there was one small problem… which covered about twelve time zones. Natasha’s Soviet masters would be less than pleased at the subversion of their subversive program. That was why Dr. Rubens had Natasha on such a tight leash. The girl was barely allowed out of her room, although she was occasionally used as an agent against the other students to strengthen their programming. The young Russian barely ate, saw little sun and was dangerously underweight. But that was all part of Dr. Rubens’ plan. When the KGB turned up to find out what had happened to their program they’d find Natasha… the mentally unstable, lesbian traitor who they would blame for the whole fiasco. Dr. Rubens would get away clean.
Not if Tanya could help it. The Thai hypnotist wasn’t exactly sure what she was going to do when she finally encountered the real mastermind behind the whole plot. Part of her favoured trying to seduce and hypnotise the woman, another voice said confront her, a third tried to encourage her to sleep on the issue… perhaps with one of the several girls back at Newnham…! But it all came down to one issue.
Natasha was extremely scarred mentally. Tanya had done her best to undo the damage, with her limited knowledge and experience, but in the end Tasha was always going to be a bit… strange. She referred to Tanya only as ‘Mistress,’ something that embarrassed more than thrilled the Thai girl and which she couldn’t undo.
After successfully hypnotising Natasha, Tanya had woken her up and together they’d spent several hours going over the Russian’s fragile mind, although this mostly consisted of Tanya consoling her weeping friend… because she did feel like they were friends, thrown together by an act of vicious connivance by Soviet extremists and an unscrupulous doctor. Whenever Tanya felt a moment’s hesitation about Dr. Rubens she thought of Natasha. Full of resolution the Thai hypnotist arrived at her destination.
“Who is it?” asked an irritable, though very much awake, Dr. Clara Rubens.
“It’s Tanya,” replied Tanya, “I’ve, err… really got to see you about something…”
“Can’t it wait until tomorrow?” enquired the lecturer in a less than impressed voice.
“It’s about the lecture this morning,” said Tanya, her voice low and confidential, “I saw something really weird in the first half…” Dr. Rubens was instantly alert.
“What did you see?” she demanded aggressively, before checking herself and making an effort to sound more pleasant, “What exactly was it, Tanya?” she asked, with friendly interest.
“I’m not sure, but I’m not comfortable talking about it out in the open,” Tanya dropped her voice very low, “But it could involve one of the lecturers…” Dr. Rubens finally acquiesced.
“You’d better come up,” she said gruffly, “I’ll come and let you in.” Tanya said thank you and waited, in the cold, on the front steps of the building for a good five minutes. What was Dr. Rubens doing…? A sudden movement out of the corner of Tanya’s eye explained. Two girls she vaguely remembered from around Newnham were walking away from her, but looked to have come out of Dr. Rubens’ building’s courtyard. Tanya suppressed a smile, but quickly reset her expression to one of concern as Clara came to the front door.
“Come on in, Tanya,” offered the doctor, opening the entryway and holding it aside for the Thai girl to walk inside. She did, noting the doctor’s makeup, gown and negligee… a kind of aristocratic woman’s evening getup, rather than a senior lecturer at a university preparing for bed. Dr. Rubens had definitely had some company. She led Tanya up to her apartment, a first floor flat that overlooked the courtyard at the back.
It was a perfectly nice living space, well lit with good fixtures and wallpaper. But Tanya could see the cheapness of much of what the doctor owned. A life in academia seldom offered much profit if you didn’t supplement your income, like Dr. Morgan with her books. Dr. Rubens had no such investment, which was probably what had encouraged her to form her bizarre plan. Once they were both inside, Clara turned to her student.
“Now Tanya,” she asked, “What can I do for you?” She sat down on a sofa in the middle of the living room and bade Tanya take a seat in a nearby easy chair… a low one it would be difficult to pull oneself out of in a hurry observed the Thai girl. She took a breath and prepared to explain… what…? What exactly was she going to do? Fortunately, Dr. Rubens took Tanya’s hesitation for embarrassment or worry and made to fill in the gap.
“You said you saw something in the lecture?” Immediately Tanya responded, allowing herself to be swept along by the doctor’s questions and using innocent, girlish tones to put the lecturer off her guard.
“Oh yes, Dr. Rubens. I came in a bit late and saw this big picture of a person’s eyes looking down on me while this man’s voice spoke about psychology. It was a bit strange, particularly as everyone else in the room seemed not to be taking notes or anything… just sitting there staring up at these eyes.” Clara looked concerned, in a moral rather than criminal way.
“That’s extraordinary Tanya,” she replied before asking: “Where was I during the lecture?”
“I couldn’t see you,” answered Tanya, “You didn’t seem to be in the room.”
“Oh,” was Dr. Rubens’ meek response, before her face screwed up into an inquisitive expression, “Why didn’t you tell me about this after the lecture.” Tanya saw an opportunity.
“Well,” she half laughed half gulped, “I kind of… fell asleep while I was looking up at those eyes… I don’t know what came over me but, before I knew it, I was fast asleep, only waking up in the second half when you came back. Truth be told, I only started remembering the first half this evening, after I spent the day with Dr. Morgan, but it was so weird I wanted to make sure I told you straight away.” Clara nodded sagely.
“You’ve done the right thing,” she said, her voice suggesting the astuteness of Tanya’s judgement, “It sounds as if someone’s been up to monkey business in my lectures… although quite what they’re up to I wouldn’t know.”
“Perhaps it’s a new form of teaching?” enquired Tanya in her most naïve, simplistic voice, a tone that just begged to be contradicted.
“No, I most sincerely doubt that Tanya,” was the doctor’s, only slightly condescending, reply, “It sounds more like someone was trying to hypnotise you girls…”
“What?” Tanya yelped, “Hypnotise us? Why would they do such a thing, Dr. Rubens? And what might they do when they have… hypnotised us?” She gulped out the questions, a shocked, vulnerable little girl looking for reassurance from her teacher. How could Dr. Rubens be anything other than off her guard…? When the gorgeous girl before her was so clearly a naïve, simple young thing…? The kind of girl who Clara could’ve hypnotised in less than a minute, even without the Soviet technology…?
“Well Tanya,” replied the lecturer slowly, “They might have put in some sort of posthypnotic suggestion into your psyche… something like… ‘Baby Tanya should go to sleep…’ for example.” Restraining a desire to smile, Tanya let her eyes flicker closed as she lay back in her seat while Dr. Rubens licked her lips in anticipation of what she was about to do.
“Tanya,” she began, “Have you been hypnotised today?”
“Yes,” replied the Thai.
“Who by?” asked the doctor.
“By my tutor Dr. Morgan and a girl on my course called Natasha Smith.” That was what Clara expected to hear.
“Have you enjoyed any lesbian relationships today?” Tanya considered quite how far she should go. In the end, she decided to make Dr. Rubens think she’d hit the mother load!
“Yes.” The doctor asked how many and what details Tanya remembered.
“While I was hypnotised I slept with both Alice and Natasha. Between them I bumped into Eleanor Mickelson and we went back to her room. There I felt my desire for her grow and grow and suddenly kissed her. She kissed me back and we made love on her bed. When I left her room I found Sandra Newman. I was thinking about her a lot during the afternoon and I tried to make love to her too. She accepted and we did.” Tanya decided to leave it at that. Sleeping with four girls in one day, although two when hypnotised, was possible. Talking about all seven was likely to arouse suspicion! However, she’d gone far enough.
“Was it… good… sleeping with these girls?” enquired Dr. Rubens, her voice strained as her arousal grew.
“Oh yes…” enthused Tanya, allowing a tiny bit of character into her voice, “It was lovely! I found out things I never knew before.” That was all Clara needed to hear.
“Right Tanya,” she said hurriedly, “You will forget ever seeing the green eyes in the lecture but you will still be affected by the instructions you heard then. You will continue in your voyage of sexual discovery in the same way as before. However, right now, when I instruct you to awake, you will open your eyes and think that you came over to my flat because you are in love with me. You will feel your desire and arousal grow with every moment you look at me and will try and seduce me. When you succeed you will make passionate love to me.
“After we have finished you will go home, shower and go to bed. When you wake up tomorrow morning you will think that this evening was just a dream. However, whenever your telephone rings you will pick up and if you hear me and only me say the words ‘Baby Tanya is wanted by her course organiser,’ you will come over to my flat and make love to me. When you finish, like this time, you will return to your bed-sit, fall asleep and wake up thinking the experience was a dream, but one which you definitely want to make a reality. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” replied Tanya.
“Baby Tanya should wake up,” said the doctor, using the old code phrase. The Thai girl slowly came to, shaking her head as if to clear some cobwebs inside, before looking at Dr. Rubens… with her mature, sexy body, beautifully made-up face and scanty, touchable negligee beneath the all but transparent gown.
“Oh Dr. Rubens!” exclaimed Tanya.
“Yes, Tanya, what is it?” asked the doctor, with mock alarm.
“I… err… I…” stammered Tanya, seeing the look of lust in the doctor’s eyes grow with every naïve and innocent muttering. Clara clearly loved that aspect of the Thai girl.
“Is something wrong Tanya?” enquired the doctor, “Why don’t you sit next to me and tell me all about it?” she suggested, patting the space next to her on the large sofa. Hesitantly, like someone fighting an internal battle against various emotions, Tanya stood, walked over and sat down next to the course organiser. The Thai girl was still wearing her white skirt, T-shirt and heart patterned bra and panties… just the sort of thing to get a woman like Clara Rubens going.
“It’s just like… sort of…” began Tanya, fidgeting slightly and stumbling over her words.
“Yes…?” asked the doctor, in a low, seductive voice. Tanya went for broke. Stopping her nervous energy, she turned and looked straight into the doctor’s eyes for a second.
“I think I love you, Dr. Rubens!” she exclaimed, before turning away rapidly and hugging her legs in embarrassment.
“I can’t stop thinking about you!” continued the Thai girl, “Every time I close my eyes I see you and imagine that you’re with me… holding me… kissing me… loving me… When I saw you this evening I couldn’t believe how beautiful you looked… beautiful and… sexy… I’m sorry!” With that she stood and looked away, turning her back to the doctor, while bringing her hands up to her face to cover her eyes, as if holding back the tears. There was an unexpected pressure on her skirt. It seemed to be slowly rising up of its own volition. Suddenly there was the ghost of a touch on the bottom of Tanya’s ass. She turned her head to look down at Dr. Rubens, who now had both hands up Tanya’s skirt.
“I think there’s something we can do about that,” said the doctor, with a seductive twinkle in her eye. Tanya turned, placed her hands on the older woman’s shoulders and pushed her into the sofa, kissing her hard on the lips. Clara responded, thrusting her tongue into the Thai girl’s mouth as she manoeuvred her way out of the gown. Tanya lent back and eased off her T-shirt, revealing her full, pert breasts beneath the juvenile, heart covered bra. As anticipated, Dr. Rubens’ eyes bulged at the site and her nipples became very prominent through her negligee. Leaning down, Tanya kissed them through the soft material.
“Oh Tanya!” exclaimed the doctor and was soon moaning more than that as Tanya put all her skills into action, teasing down the straps of the nightgown and revealing Dr. Rubens’ breasts with their rock hard nipples. They got even more pointed when the Thai girl began to kiss and lick them, jutting out and demanding attention. Clara writhed and moaned in ecstasy, a feeling intensified when Tanya’s hand suddenly found its way beneath the doctor’s outfit. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath and Tanya wasted no time in exploring the fact.
“Yes! There! Ah… Ooh… Oh… Oh…! OH…! OH!” The doctor’s excitement intensified dramatically as she submitted to Tanya’s expertise. Unlike most of the other girls on the course Tanya had been a lesbian a good year and a half. Her skills were much more refined and the doctor could barely restrain herself. She let the Thai girl bring her closer and closer to orgasm before finally allowing the torrent to be unleashed… but Tanya kept going…! She licked and kissed, rubbed and fingered, sped up and slowed down the doctor for a good half an hour until, in the latter stages of post coital bliss, Dr. Rubens allowed herself to drift off to sleep…