Deprogrammed
Synopsis: Dr Clara Wilkinson is a clinical psychologist who is called in to help with a group of young women who were rescued from a cult
“Have you been to Mayberry before, doctor?” Sheriff Collins asked
“No, never” Clara said
“Please… sit down”
“Thank you”
“You’re welcome”
Clara smiled. Barry Collins was very polite. She had heard a lot of ‘folk’ in the northern panhandle were quite decent, hardworking, and touting traditional values.
It was unusual for West Virginia to reach out to Dr Wilkinson, based as she was in Pittsburgh. Despite being closer than many other experts she was out-of-state.
Still, she’d gone to school with the deputy governor and that connection brought her to Mayberry
Fifteen females read the file.
“What was that?” Clara asked
“I didn’t say nothing” Barry said
He looked at Clara kinda strange.
“What were you told?” Barry asked
“I was not well briefed” she said
Barry looked at her as if she were speaking French
“Ah, I wasn’t told much” Clara said changing her language to suit her audience
The Sheriff finally took a seat behind his large untidy desk
“There was a fire at a property off Wylie Ridge Rd” the Sheriff said “The county went out, and had to cut their way through fences and gates to git to it”
“I know that much”
“And, when they got up to the centre of the place there were building set out like they was in a fortified compound”
“Was there any resistance?”
“No. None whatsoever” Barry said “The cult leader—Omri—had skedaddled”
“And you found the women?”
“Yes, ma’am” Barry said “Fifteen of them”
“And how do they appear?”
“Clothed”
“No… I mean—are they healthy? Did you have them checked out?”
“Doc Martin gave them all a once over—seems that they are all strong as young bucks”
“And where are they now?”
“We’ve got them in lock up—just enough space really” he smiled
“And… what are you holding them on?”
“Excuse me?”
“What legislation are you evoking… sorry—what law are you using to hold them here?”
“We contacted the State’s Attorney” Barry said and he advised us we could hold them under title 1138—the State Mental Health Act”
“That requires the certification of a licensed psychologist”
“That’s why we gets you”
“But I’m not licensed in this state”
“The Attorney said he can empower you to act—and he’s given us this…” he said handing her a paper
She read it. Yes, under a special provision of the act the Attorney General could empower any qualified psychologist to act with the state, but for only thirty days… and that was done two days ago.
“We had to separate a couple” Barry added
“Why’s that?”
“They were… inappropriate with each other”
“How do you mean?”
“I mean not acting as God intended for women to act”
“Can you you be a bit more specific?”
“They were …” he paused as he tried to think of a more delicate way to state what he wanted to say “Ah…well… they were sexual with each other”
“Sexual?”
“Yes” he said
“I thought that several were related… mothers and daughters…. sisters?”
“Yes’ Barry sighed, hanging his head. It was as if he felt shame in just having to mention it
“Even mothers and daughters…” Barry said
Just then a deputy walked in
“They were going at it like nothing was wrong” the deputy said “Even when I was there trying to feed them dinner last night” he added “They didn’t seem to care…”
“They seem to have lost the power of decency and shame” Barry said
“Excuse me?” Clara asked “You are?”
“I am what?” the deputy asked
“You are….?” she sighed “Who are you?”
“This is my nephew Daniel” Barry volunteered
“And you serve as Deputy here?” she asked
“I don’t know about serving…” Daniel said
“May I see the footage?” Clara asked
“Excuse me?” Barry gasped
“You do have security cameras in your holding area?”
“Yes, of course….” Daniel butted in
“But why do you need to see…?” Barry asked
“I must make my findings based in part on my observations…”
“Yes?” Daniel asked
“Why don’t you go check on your dog?” Barry said annoyed that nephew, or no nephew Daniel kept interrupting.
“But…?”
“Do it now” Barry said
Barry waited till he was alone with Clara
“You said you’ll do your report partly on observations?”
“Yes, that’s right” Clara said “I’ll also need to interview the subjects too”
“We can’t guarantee your safety”
“I think I can be the judge of that too” Clara said smartly
Barry didn’t like that.
Clara had a pretty mouth—but he knew what would go well in her mouth…
Clara reeled back suddenly in her chair. Barry looked at Clara and she had a shocked expression.
He thought “I didn’t just say that out aloud… no, of course not…” he convinced himself and then his eyes wondered down to Clara’s bust
Clara adjusted herself, covering her cleavage up
Barry tired to ascertain Clara’s thoughts—but couldn’t judge her
He had no idea that she could ascertain his thoughts. And this thoughts shocked her.
Clara was taken to a room in the adjacent county offices. It was a conference room.
A tv monitor was set up.
A trolley of tapes was wheeled in
A council secretary set up the video and explained (unnecessarily so) the remote control functions to Clara.
Tape One—09:00hours, Thursday
The sally-port was opened and a van reversed back.
Officers jumped out as soon as it was stopped and opened the rear doors
Women were bundled out, none in cuffs, some holding hands. They wore almost a uniform—denim over-alls, boots
Some had a top on underneath the denim
Others, clearly boobs almost falling out, had nothing else on
Two women (identified in the notes as mother and daughter; Jean Pie and her daughter Joy)—they embraced each other and kissed, quite passionately
Clara tried to gauge if they were doing it to provoke the officers
One officer was angered and he drove them apart, literally, by shoving a baton between them
The tape switched to a different camera angle as the women were brought into the processing area
Jean unhooked her overall buttons and let her blue denim fall to the ground. Her daughter got on her knees and gave her oral pleasure
Clara was shocked. She tried to remain non-judgemental, impassionate, and professional. But clearly this was inappropriate behaviour—even if the two weren’t related by blood
Other women didn’t seem to notice, or care. The camera had audio and it picked up all of Jeans’s moaning, and cajoling “Eat my pussy!” was oft repeated.
Clara ranged to interview Joy first
“So…I’m Dr Clara Wilkinson… “ Clara said as she entered the room.
Joy was handcuffed to the metal table through a purpose made hole in the table-top
Joy said nothing
“And, you’re Joy Meringue Pie?” Clara said contacting her notes—although she was fully aware of the ridiculous name
“That’s not my name” Joy said
“It isn’t?”
“No… I’ve not gone by that name since the bonding?”
“The bonding?”
“Yes, when the Master entered my body”
“Do you mean sex?”
“Only you outsiders would call it that” Joy said with a snide attitude like she was looking down on Clara
“So… what should I call you?”
“Don’t call me anything” Joy said “Let us go before the Master punishes you”
“Do you mean John Chrysostomon?”
Joy leapt at Clara “Don’t call him that bitch!”
Clara jumped back out of her chair
She tore at the cuffs that seemed to just manage to restrain her
“You’re not worthy to mention Omri’s past names” she almost spat as she tried to gouge Clara with her free hand
Suddenly Joy grew becalmed and sat down
Clara set her own chair back up and slowly relaxed into it
“I’m sorry” Clara apologised “What should I call him…?”
“You cannot speak of my Master” Joy said without looking at Clara “Not until he bonds you”
“What do you mean… bond me?”
“He will come to you and enter you and make you his slave… just as he made me his slave”
“Are you saying he is going to return to this area to rape me?”
“He will enter you”
“You mean have sex?”
Joy looked at Clara “He will enter your womb and you will feel him connect with you and you will realise your only purpose is to protect and nurture him”
“And what if I refuse?”
“You will not be able to…” Joy burst into a smile “As you carry him within you…”
“Carry him within me?” Clara gasped. Clearly, deranged as Joy was she didn’t mean ‘enter into you’ as sex as Clara had first imagined. This was something more…. psychotic
“So…” Clara tried “How long was the Master in you?”
“Only about half an hour” Joy sighed, falling back against the chair, as if remembering it was a fond memory
“It hurt as he entered me the first time… of course” Joy said “I was a virgin”
Clara thought that this was some kind of psychotic way of Joy’s to reason her way through the memory of a rape.
“He returns to my body every now and then … for sustenance”
“Sustenance?”
“Yes… he can’t long live in our corrupt world except in one of his vessels”
“His vessels?”
“Yes”
“What do you mean?”
“Like… this body…” Joy said as if it were obvious what she was talking about. “Once he rose to the higher form that he is his body cannot last long in our world… which is beneath his great dignity” she said as if she was memorising a long held mantra.
“I see…” Clara said “So…” she began wanting to change to a more pressing topic “When you had sex earlier, in the jail…”
“With my mom?”
“Yes”
“You want to know why I ate my mom out?”
“More or less….” Clara said “That’s not quite how I would have put it”
“We are both transformed by the Master” Joy said “And we no longer are bound to your laws or morality”
“You’re not?”
“No…” Joy said “There is only servitude to the Master”
“But you weren’t serving the Master earlier?”
“By giving my mom oral sex I was also maintaining her vagina for the Master”
“Where is the… your Master now?”
“He is here…”
“Here?”
“Yes”
“In this room?”
“No of course not”
“Here in this building?”
“Yes”
“Where… can I see him?”
“He is inside my mom at the moment”
“Inside her?”
“Yes” Joy said “He is resting and feeding”
“I see…”
“Do you?”
“Ah…?”
“You are an unbeliever, corrupted by this world… but the Master will change that for you”
“Why would he want me?” Clara smiled as if catching her out on a good point of logic
“He simply chooses… and you will obey” Joy said
Clara checked her watch
“Are you going?” Joy asked
“I… well… I have others to interview”
“The Master will take you tonight” Joy added. She looked so innocent that it was hard to believe she’d just made her psychotic threat
Clara went home that night shaken by the interviews she had conducted. She sat down in the couch of the hotel bar and ordered a stiff brandy.
The waitress tried to strike up a conversation with her but Clara zoned out.
Clara went to her room.
She sat down on the bed and turned on the radio. There was a bit of light music, then this was interrupted by news of a break-out from the jail.
Several women had escaped.
Clara got up and went over to the balcony slide-door. She could see the jail from where she was. She opened the door and stepped out.
For some reason at that moment she decided to look down and there to her amazement was a figure climbing up the wall.
Wearing orange prison fatigues the person scaled the wall quickly, with an ease that was so surreal Clara found herself fixated.
She should have sensed danger
Especially as the person was heading towards her.
Clara watched and soon there was enough light for her to see it was Jean Pie. A forty-something woman with a pronounced stomach—which according to her daughter Joy was filled with a Master who controlled them all…
Clara turned to go back into her room when Jean leaped over the railing onto the balcony
“The Master wants you” Jean smiled
Clara turned and ran and was knocked down.
Clara woke with a sore head. She’d been hit hard and
She realised she was lying on the floor of her hotel room… she also realised she was naked
She got to her hands hand knees when she heard humming.
“Ow” she gasped, again clutching the back of her head.
She grabbed the sheet and as she got up wrapped it around herself and went to the bathroom
Jean was in the shower/bath hosing blood from between her legs
“Oh, you’re ready” Jean said “I’m just cleaning myself up after the Master came out of me”
Clara was convinced Jean had harmed herself… that must have been the reason for all the blood
Clara backed away
She bumped into someone
She spun around
“Hello Clara” the man said. He was tall, handsome, and also naked. As he loomed over her she felt a hardness and she looked down to see his huge naked cock poking into her stomach.
She’d never seen a cock so big.
“Who are you?”
“I am your Master” he said
“You’re ‘John’?”
‘Call me Master” he said
“I’m not going to call you that, Master” she said and then brought her hand up to cover her mouth, surprised she’d just called him that
“What?” she gasped
“Drop the sheet” he said and she did immediately
“What…?” she asked herself confused
He sunk down on his knees and reached between her legs
“Don’t, Master” she said and then caught herself having called him that again
“Stay still” he said
“Ope your legs” he added
She felt him peeling back her labia. He pressed his face against her
“No, Master” she cried
And then to her shock and amazement his head pushed into her
She didn’t know how it was physically possible but she stood there watching him climb up into her vagina.
Jean came out and watched “You’re going to host the Master now” Jean said as she watched
Clara watched too as two feet hung out from her insides
These wriggled and disappeared into her as well
The bump she had was barely noticeable.
She felt it and looked at Jean
“It’s so wonderful” Clara gushed
“You will host the Master now” Jean said
“I…. I will ….. host…”
“…the Master” Jean said
“The Master” Clara said “Yes, I serve the Master now”
“Your body is his”
“My body is his” she said. She couldn’t hear her Master… he was now resting inside her.
“Let me clean you…” Jean said and she got between Clara’s thighs with her tongue
Clara gasped as Jean’s tongue lapped at her now Über-sensitive pussy
“Oh, fuck….” she gasped
In the morning Clara checked out of the hotel. She’d stopped on her way out of town only to post her report and her resignation from the case
He was now awake. She could actually feel him drawing sustenance from her womb.
“Yes, of course I love you, Master” she said as she climbed back into the
car
“Yes” she smiled, hearing his voice inside her head “Yes, I know several women from my psych practice for you to infect”
Clara turned on the radio to hear a remarkable piece fo news—all the woman who had escaped had suddenly surrendered back to the authorities
She had a wry smile rise across her face
“Yes, Master” she smiled, “Your plan was perfect”
The Master had abandoned them to their fate… and none of them cared. They would suffer whatever was install for them because they loved him so much
And Clara drove across the border into Pennsylvania, her home state….