A Time Between...

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Charles Wentworth.

A pretentious name for a pretentious man. A young man devoid of a soul, devoid of principals, for they had both been sucked from him by his addictions; gambling, closely flowed by expensive booze and brash young women.

Why then had he married Catriona?

Money! why else.

Charles had just returned from the sanatorium and was sitting in his favourite leather arm chair sipping a cognac while being serviced by his newest bimbo who that very morning he had moved into his lavish estate.

Out with the old in with the new!

He ran his fingers through her long hair as she sucked diligently on his rock hard cock. Things were about to change for the better.

Charles sighed in contentment as his mind drifted over the events of the past year and a half, he had been very busy man indeed. He had came within an inch of loosing his life due to a huge gambling dept, found and married Catriona Van Morrow and was in the process of ridding himself of said wife while appropriating for himself her vast fortune. To bad she was older than he liked he might well have kept her, fucking his other girls on the side. Her red hair was spectacular, her tits weren’t bad either, a bit on the small side but doable in a pinch.

If he had a heart be might have felt sorry for her for she had been such an easy mark. Thirty six years old, recently widowed and in her own way stunningly beautiful. Lonely, grieving, simply ripe for the plucking! Unfortunately she hadn’t been to his tastes, he liked them young, stupid, and with a voracious capacity for sucking cock and fucking!

He felt very pleased at the way he had played his hand. His new wife had fallen in love with him believing that her new husband was besotted with her. She trusted every word that came out of his lying mouth. He has treated her like a princess while slowly poisoning her body with a barely known poisonous mushroom he had acquired. She gone to several doctors who all had told her her malaise was in her mind, they of course had found no evidence of the mushroom in her system.

He had even persuaded her to use the services of a hypnotist to help with her issues. The hypnotist had been on his payroll and had implanted a subliminal cue into her psyche . If any one asked her, “How are you feeling today?” she would start to itch and shiver as if tiny spiders were climbing all over her forearms. His soon to be ex wife feared spiders.

He congratulated himself on his patience, he has taken his time with his devilish work while diligently siphoning off the money to pay his gambling depts. Today he was officially free of that obligation. Time to acquire a new one perhaps.He grinned.

He glanced down at the girl between his thighs. Yes, life was good. The gambling dept was gone and soon the ball and chain around his ankle, the wife, would be erased as well.

He was almost free and clear!

A job well done he told himself smiling. He even had someone on the inside, an orderly who would slip a small dose of mushroom into her food on a daily basis. Her stay in the sanatorium was set to be permeant bought and paid for. The greedy psychologist / director had been an easy mark to!

He had dotted all his is ‘I’s and ‘T’s on this one. He grinned again draining his glass as he reached down with his free hand to grab the lovely Lolas head hard as he began trusting his turgid cock down her throat in earnest, unmindful wether she could breathe or not!

“Time to seal the deal, here it comes cunt!” he groaned out!

Sole executor of her estate he now had money to burn or bathe in should he choose to do so.

The world was his oyster and no one could stop him now!

As he shot his copious load he was grinning from ear to ear.



Catriona Van Morrow.

She had awoken that morning disoriented with regards her surroundings but with a fairly clear head for once. She sat up brushing her long unruly hair behind her ears absently wondering why she had forgotten to braid it the night before, she patted the bed her brow furrowing, Where was Charles?

And then she remembered...

She had consented to come to this high end sanatorium to try and get to the bottom of her health issues once’s and for all. She glanced around the room. It resembled a lavish hotel suite rather than a hospital room. Catriona smiled softly, her doting husband had found her the best, she loved him dearly and couldn’t wait to get well again. She had promised him she’d stay and come home to him as she had been when they first met.

Gingerly she climbed from the huge four poster bed and padded to the armoire. The woman she saw in the ornate mirror was a stranger to her. The pale blue silk nightgown she was wearing clung to her slight frame. She had lost so much weight, she could count her ribs and see clearly her hipbones. Luckily her breasts had escaped both time and her illness, they still stood firm and proud atop her boney chest. I’m a skeleton with breasts, she thought smiling sadly. How could anyone truly love her now?

Her once glorious red hair was a mass of unruly waves meandering at will around her too slender form, her emerald eyes seeming like huge beacons in the hauntingly beautiful face that stared out from the mirror. How did this happen? she asked herself, I’d always been so healthy when Edward and I were still...

She squeezed her haunted eyes closed trying to blot out the memory of her first husband, her beloved childhood sweetheart. He had been mowed down in his prime by a freak accident....she missed him so, missed his tenderness, missed his gentle lovemaking.

“ How did it come to this? she demanded of her reflection out loud?”

The reflection was joined by another, a handsome male. A doctor? Their eyes met across the room and her heart skipped a beat.

“ How are you feeling today Catriona? We met yesterday my name is...”

His name was lost as she hastily twirled around loosing her equilibrium in the processes.

Gone was the beautiful apparition of a moment before, her eyes widening her gaze went from him to her out stretched arms and back.

“Go away, go away!” she shrieked flicking at her forearms, getting more agitated by the moment.

He quickly crossed the room which increased her agitation tenfold she flailed her arms hitting both herself and him in the process, seemingly pleading for him not to touch her.

“St..stop, go away, d..don’t touch, g...get off me. No..Noooooooo...”

Her heart rate exploded as her body reacted to the verbal cue that had been implanted in her psyche weeks before.

Mercifully she passed out in his strong, vigilante arms...

Dr. Clifton Leslie

It had been only three days ago that his secretary, Nicole, had buzzed into his office, "Director, it is a mister Wentworth on the line for you Sir?" The handsome Doctor rolled his neck and massaged where the nap of his thick, brown hair, complete with natural highlights of chestnut and blonde, met the skin of his neck. "Tell him I will be with him in one minute Nicole, I am just wrapping something up."

The reality was he was looking at his monthly financial statements, his personal ones, not the facility's, although, those weren't much better thanks to him. Clifton was 39 years old, blessed with rugged good looks, engaging blue eyes, and naturally olive tanned skin, he captured the gaze of women from 18 to 60 with equal ease and a simple, perfect smile. Yet, however compelling his looks, the man behind them was uncomfortable with women having not had a normal upbringing. Always much younger than his intellectual peers, he had never had a normal or loving relationship. Women were not the source of his financial problems, gambling was, or at least had been.

What had begun as a release, an initial escape from the lonely existence of a prodigy and the pressures of medical school, and later the pressures of being so young in a high pressure occupation, had now become a crippling addiction that might bring everything down he had worked for. Gambling was an insidious mistress, it tended to draw you in with early wins, "beginner's luck" and the infallibility of youth. This early success and the thrill it generated, provoked you to make larger bets, seek greater thrills, try different games, losses were chased with yet larger bets, and the slope got steeper and more slippery with each moment. On a $450,000 salary at the institute, Clifton had somehow amassed almost $1.2 million in gambling debts, and creditors could be quite viscous.

In an act of pure desperation just earlier that morning, Clifton had made a cloaked transaction, "borrowing" $1,000,000 from the Institute's endowment fund. Yes, the still relatively young, dashing young Doctor had embezzled. He knew it was a crime of desperation and at best a short reprieve, and if found, or more accurately when found, he would be ruined and embroiled in a scandal that would likely send him to prison, but would definitely end what had otherwise been a meteoric medical career.

Clifton, or Cliff as he was known to his acquaintances, for he had few friends, and colleagues, could not believe he had ended up this way. He had been a childhood prodigy, having graduated from high school at fourteen, college at seventeen, and Northwestern University's prestigious school of medicine at twenty-one. After five years of internship and specialized residency, he was offered a position at the Mayo clinic, and at 28 published a revolutionary study on the interaction of depression and dementia. His next work got even broader acclaim on the psychiatric aspects and treatments of addiction. Later came revolutionary studies on the relationships between sex and psychosis. It was only two years ago when the Institute had come calling for a new Director and so he had moved to the posh and state of the art facility just outside of Colorado Springs.


The Offer

As you might expect, Charles Wentworth had done his homework. Given his own issues, it did not take a lot of effort to be made aware of a certain Doctor with a seven digit gambling debt. “Good day Mr. Wentworth, you requested to speak with me? How may I be of assistance?” It was an innocent and normal response, but Clifton could barely believe it when he heard just how much Mr. Wentworth might assist him. “Doctor Leslie, I have a most troubling issue. My beautiful new wife, my love, has been beset by the most serious mental maladies. She suddenly becomes completely panicked and acts as if she is being attacked, at other times she is almost entirely incoherent. Perhaps we married too soon, but the heart wants what the heart wants! I am at wits end, I...she...we need help!”

Charles was laying it on thick and the Doctor had no reason to doubt his sincerity. In fact, Charles would have made a decent actor, if he was willing to even put in the effort to do that! “I have researched your facility, and you Doctor, and while I understand some of your methods are somewhat controversial, your references are impeccable. I would like you to handle my wife’s case directly, and I am prepared to give you $1 million dollars in addition to the fees of your Institute, I fully understand the imposition I am making, but I want you to treat her personally.”

Charles was trying to stay in character on the phone as his eyes were on his newest lady visitor, watching as the young whore was seductively stripping for him. He held out a hand and with his index finger asked her to pirouette, he always enjoyed inspecting the stock before beginning the sexual rodeo. Life was about to turn significantly for the better. Clifton could not believe it. Taking direct inducement for his role was certainly an ethical predicament, but when compared to the potential of criminal charges of embezzlement, it was an easy rationalization. After all, he was a doctor and this man was purely paying to have the very best possible care for his wife!

The man sounded so sincere, it was a sad story of lovers torn apart, and he was excellent at what he did. “Of course Mr. Wentworth. That could be arranged, however, I believe you know that we must be careful in making sure the funds cannot be directly tracked. However, I do appreciate it, for as you might be aware, I never take on an individual patient, but in this case I will make an exception”

Yes, Charles well knew, but also knew, he needed some sort of Faustian agreement should the Doctor somehow become aware of Charles' plan. He smirked, the Doctor’s recent thesis psychiatric success through sexual intimacy had been generally applauded, for its innovation, but not just everyone was comfortable with a man using physical pleasure to treat his wife. Charles held no such issue and in fact, he hoped that any liberties taken with his slightly too old, but still gorgeous wife, might be further inducement for the Doctor to keep his secret!

That afternoon the funds hit the Swiss numbered account established by the Doctor and was immediately transferred back into the Institute’s endowment fund. Clifton felt the relief that night as he confirmed the various transfers. There were some odd transactions he might need to explain, but basically his transgression had just been erased, at least the embezzlement. He had not gambled in three months, but he knew the irony. He was an expert in addiction, and it had taken far to long for the 'physician heal thyself', to happen. He had been given a lifeline, he knew that, and hoped to change the man he had become.

Meeting Catriona Van Morrow

Two days later, early in the afternoon, Clifton received a call from Charles Wentworth. He apologized profusely, but something urgent had come up. Little did he know it was some workmen building a playroom for Charles and the perpetual inventory of new mistresses who would be joining him starting that very day, was what had come up. Catriona was being flown on a private jet and would need to be picked up in the private tarmac, she was still sedated.

Charles handset was held to his ear as he spoke to the Doctor, now on his payroll, while watching the tight and buxom young whore perform a striptease for his enjoyment. "Yes Doctor...." He prattled on, while using his finger to tell her to piroette her now naked, high heeled body in front of him. He kept the concern in his voice while the wicked smile crossed his lips. He love inspecting the stock before the sexual rodeo! "Of course Doctor, you now have complete control. I understand some of your methods are quite unorthodox and controversial, but I have signed a full release, she is in your hands."

Of course Charles was lying, he had the oderly on his staff, and if necessary he would get others to make sure his loving wife stayed crazy, until the divorce was finalized and the marital assets divided. Getting half of Catriona's $725 million should do nicely, not at all a bad return on a little more than a year's efforts!

Clifton had been at a dinner, but looked in on Catriona as she slept, he would meet her in the morning. A very pleasant surprise was Catriona was breathtakingly beautiful. It was little wonder her husband had loved her so. However, despite his good looks and the natural attraction women had for him, Clifton was quite inexperienced sexually. All through his schooling he had been too young for the socialization of his academic peers. Later in Grad school, pressure eliminated any sense of romance or dating, however, under the helpful tutelage of a few slightly older students, Clifton had learned to fuck, and more importantly, since he knew no better, had been carefully instructed on how to orally pleasure a woman.

As time had gone on, he had never learned the art of true romance, instead he had just had a long barrage of passionate, but relatively meaningless sexual encounters. He had even pioneered the concept of breaking through psychological barriers through extended sexual intimacy. He thought back on Charles statement regarding his controversial techniques and realized he had the husband's blessing. However now, only then did he realize the magnitude of that approval. He had gone to bed that night looking forward to finally meeting his new patient that next day.

Dressed casually in jeans and a cotton sweater, each of which showed off his well maintained, nicely sculpted body, he had entered Catriona's room. As he walked in, she was a vision, the brush gliding through her gorgeous, thick, red hair. He was a man after all, and now without the covers, sitting only in her gown, did he fully appreciate the full magnificence of her beauty.

He did not let his eyes linger as long as he would have liked on her body, as his dark brown eyes, became locked with her gorgeous green hazel eyes in acknowledgement. Despite his professional training he felt a strong sizzle of arousal, but he would control that.

“ How are you feeling today Catriona? We met yesterday but you were asleep, my name is Dr. Clifton Leslie, I am the ...”

He didn't finish, suddenly she was twirling and the gorgeous eyes he had locked on just moments earlier were now crazed as she spun.

“Go away, go away!” she shrieked flicking at her forearms, getting more agitated by the moment.

He quickly crossed the room which increased her agitation tenfold she flailed her arms hitting both herself and him in the process, seemingly pleading for him not to touch her.

“St..stop, go away, d..don’t touch, g...get off me. No..Noooooooo...”

Most Doctor's would have called for help or sedation, but Clifton did not, he tried to avoid drugs and sedatives wherever possible. He wanted to understand as much as he might, her reaction. "Shhh...." he tried to calm her as he quickly closed on her frantic body. His efforts failed miserably. So instead he reached out trying to hold her close, almost swaddling her tight in his arms like you might a baby.

Her heart was racing, truly frantic. And then her body went limp and just as quickly and amazingly her heart almost immediately began to settle back down as well. He had never quite sensed that response before, like a sudden storm followed by completely tranquil seas, as if exogenously induced. He took mental note. He held her for a long moment and let her soft, lean, gorgeous body relax almost entirely in his strong arms. Her tall but slender figure fit easily and well in his arms, and he felt a certain comfort himself feeling her relax there. "You're safe..." He whispered, not knowing for sure, but highly doubting she heard him. What a difference, once again in this tranquil state she radiated beauty, but and this was not his clinical diagnosis, but just a second ago she had been bat shit crazy! No wonder the husband had not known what to do, as he did not know himself, but he would learn.

The difference was incredible, and Clifton thought back to her husband, no wonder the man loved her so, and no wonder he was willing to do anything to cure her. Clifton picked her up in his arms and carried her back to her bed, limp in his arms. As he set her down her gown crept up, revealing a long and beautiful set of tone legs and light, slightly freckled skin. It was difficult not to be hypnotized by her beauty, he had most never had such stunningly beautiful patient.

He pulled the gown down, gentlemanly preserving her modesty, and pulled the covers up. He called in an orderly who had been assigned specifically to her, he wasn't sure why or how, but it did not matter. "Please watch after her, and phone me immediately if she wakes. I want nothing administered to her absent my permission. I believe a special diet has been requested by her husband, that is fine for now. Please tell her, I will plan to join her for her for dinner, I will arrange to have my dinner sent here as well."

He left the orderly and her room and on the way back he called Charles. The man seemed somewhat out of breath, and a bit agitated at being interrupted. Apparently caught in the midst of a vigorous workout. "Mr. Wentworth, I finally met your wife...I think I can better appreciate your feelings. Please know Sir, I will do everything I can to help her, I can see why you treasure her so!" Charles could barely stifle his laugh as they hung up...but the young girl bent over his desk in front of him, her ass lubed and ready, his cock in hard cock in his hand.
"Thank you for the updated" Click he hit END and just as quickly brought his mind back to the task at hand, "Uhhhhmmmmm.....fuck yes...take this!!!!"

The rest of the Doctor's day went well. He had cleared his debts with the inclusion of most of the remainder in his savings combined with the fee from Catriona's husband. It had been a day of soul searching, but he knew the first step in addressing an addiction was the afflicted's acknowledgement that he had hit rock bottom. He knew that, he vowed never to gamble again, and time would prove him right. However, he also knew addiction was usually a mask for what else was missing in one's life, and that was a far harder fix. He had been lonely for so long, he knew no other way.

The phone again rang through to his desk from his assistant, "Doctor, your meal has been delivered to Mx. Van Morrow's room, my understanding is she has been up and about for a bit, but she should be expecting you." The Doctor was not sure of that, or whether she would even remember their first meeting? He wondered who he might meet in a few minutes? Would she be the breathtaking beauty he had first seen or the frantic woman who had collapsed into his strong arms?

As he entered her room, she was looking longingly out her window, as if in search of something or someone? He spoke softly, not wanting to startle her, somehow he had set off a trigger earlier and desperately hoped not to do so again. "Ms. Van Morrow..." He spoke in little more than a whisper, "...may I call you Catriona?...I am Doctor Leslie, but you may call me Cliff...good evening..." He moved slowly but steadily toward her, watching as she turned around to face him...