Tales From The Couch  part 2 
by dmg



Dr. Oldman was determined to stay calm, stay cool, stay in control. it had
been a week since his session with Jennifer Ashley and he had spent most of
that time questioning hmself. why had he been so intimidated by her? he had
faced down 300 pound monsters who were screaming, swearing, and hanging every
kind of death threat imaginable on him, and a sweet, soft spoken, pretty
teenager had him trembling in his shoes. it was a mixture of excitement, fear,
and fascination. the thought that she could overpower a person with her legs
was very intriguing, and he had his doubts about it, so he went to see his
brother-in-law, who was a local police detective. he had to kind of bite the
bullet to do this, since he didn't get along that well with him. he asked
about Dr. Miller's death and had to explain that he was seeing the same
patient who was in the room when the doctor went out the window. after getting
the file out, det. sgt. dunar looked at it carefully for a few seconds and
then sat up straight as though he had seen a ghost. "oh my god, look at this!"
his partner came over and looked at the open folder. dunar continued, "i never
noticed this before! his death was not due to the fall from the fourth floor
window!" dr. oldman held his breath and waited. "it was due to that sudden
stop at the end!" both he and his partner broke up laughing. dr. oldman shook
his head in dis- belief. "you're a riot. so there was no reason to suspect
foul play." getting serious again, dunar said, "suspicion was all we had. we
didn't have any evidence against the girl. Miller died from injuries sustained
in the fall. he landed on his face and right side. the only thing the coroner
couldn't explain was some bruising of his rib cage on the left side." "did he
have the same bruising on the right side of his ribs?" dunar grinned, "no way
to know. they were in about forty pieces. he hit pretty hard."

he heard a steel door clang in the distance and knew they would be there in a
few seconds. he took a few deep breaths, still wondering why this girl
affected him this way. the knock came and the same three people marched in as
last week. the only difference was that, while jennifer's hands were cuffed in
front of her, they were not chained to any leather belt. she smiled at him
almost seductively, "hi doc." "hi, won't you have a seat on the couch,
please?" the tough lead guard was looking at him in a funny way. "we didn't
bring the restraining belt seeing as how you got along so well last week. that
ok with you?" he signed her clipboard and said, "that's fine." she took it,
turned to leave, but paused at the door, "be careful, doc. when she gets tired
of playing with her toys, she breaks them." after she left, Jennifer laughed
and said, "she ought to be the psychiatrist, not you." he tried to take
control right away. "well, seeing as how i am the psychiatrist, maybe i could
ask you a question.""fire away, doc." "last week i asked you how many people
you've killed but i didn't get an answer. maybe you'll tell me how you feel
about killing?" she gave him a cool, penetrating stare that cut right thru his
bravado. "wow, you're real strong this week. maybe i'll have to bring you down
a peg or two." she continued with that teasing smile playing at her lips, "you
want to know how i feel about killing? i don't feel anything! i don't kill at
random. every time i've killed it's been because somebody either threatened me
or messed with me. you know, i've been wondering why i didn't kill you last
week. i guess that's why. you're not really a threat to me."

he was breathing just a bit easier as he asked, "so you juat react to what
ever situation comes up? can you give me an example?" she stretched back on
the couch, bringing her cuffed hands up and then resting her head back on
them. she stretched her long legs out and crossed them at the knee, a smile
playing on her lips as she watched his eyes follow them. "when they first put
me in prison i was a target for some of the really tough cons. they weren't
going to leave me alone unless i got a reputation for being tough. i was gonna
start wasting some of them but then i got a better idea. the only quicker way
to get a "rep" would be to take out a guard and i had the perfect one in
mind." "is that the one they found on the walk way a couple of months ago?
that's just after you came here." "that's rght, doc. lucy was her name. aww,
did you know her?" "no, matter of fact nobody had a clue who killed her." she
laughed, "well the cons know. that's why i don't have anymore problems. she
was so hot for me that it was just like dealing with a man. she wanted me so
bad she could taste it. it was the last taste she was ever gonna have. the
best part was that there were no witnesses because she made sure of it. after
all, she was going to have her way with me. she made some excuse for me to go
back to my cell durng lunch and i knew it was coming. she had been messing
with me for awhile, "accidentally" touching me any chance she got, making
little comments, so i decided to put her lights out." he whispered aloud,
"just like that?" she ddn't miss a beat. "just like that, doc. she had the
night stick out when she got to the door of my cell. she must have thought she
was going to have to beat me into submission. she was pretty shocked when she
found i had stripped down to my thong and bra. she was cautious at first
looking up and down the hallway but i laid on the bed and crooked my finger
inviting her in. she sat down of the edge of the bed all nervous and awkward
but she couldn't take her eyes off of me. i moved up on my knees next to her
and rubbed my breasts right in her face. she began to kiss them and i wrapped
my arms around her head and gently hugged her tighter. at first i don't thnk
she was even aware of me wrappng my legs around her. i squeezed her slowly,
gradually increasing the pressure until she moved her head away from my
breasts and was gasping in air as best she could. i pressed her face back to
my breasts and she started kissing them again. i couldn't believe it. i'm
squeezing her to death, and all she wants to do is kiss my tits! it was like
they had her hypnotized. i gave her a fake moan, an "ooh baby" and a little
kiss on her forehead, which was turning a very nice shade of red. i decided to
end it and applied tremendous pressure. her head jerked back away from me, her
face getting redder and contorting with pain and tears. she tried to squeeze
me in her arms but had no strength she pried desperately at my thighs with no
effect. with what little air she had left she pleaded, "stop, stop squeezing.
s-s-stop!" our eyes met and i knew that she realized all at once that she was
dying. as the last bit of life ebbed out of her she opened her mouth a few
times but nothing came out. i felt her hands falling away from my legs and i
whispered to her, was it good for you, too? i don't know if she was alive to
hear that. i put my hand over her nose and mouth to see if she was still
breathing but she wasn't. the whole "struggle" had taken only a minute or two.
i got my prison suit on, dragged her out to the walkway and left her there,
not in front of my own cell naturally." dr. oldman could not help but repeat,
"naturally." then he saw something that made his blood run cold. it was a look
something in her eyes. they were ablaze, and bore right through him. she stood
up, and with her cuffed hands loosened her pants and let them drop to the
floor revealing two of the most awesome, magnificent, smooth tan pillars of
strength he had ever seen. they were not ripped or vascular, but they just
seemed to ooze youth and power.

he knew now that her tales were true and that he had good reason to fear her.
slowly she came toward him, around his desk. he coud barely breathe, in a
state of panic, and he remembered the button, but he was not able to move. she
stared down at him for a second and then she swept away the clutter on top of
his desk and turned and sat on it. he finally gasped out, "w-what? what are
you doing?" she stretched her legs out and crossed them at the knee less than
an arm's length away from him. he wanted to speak but could not. he could only
stare at those beautiful, deadly legs. he was like a helpless mouse, frozen in
fear in the presence of a python, waiting to be crushed. she said, "i told you
last week i was going to give you a demonstration. give me your hand." she
took his left hand in both of hers, brought it to her lips and gently kissed
it. then she laid the arm across her left leg and wrapped her right one over
it. her tan thighs were wrapped around his upper arm. he looked back and forth
from her eyes to the powerful thighs binding his arm. both legs were twice the
size of his bicep. seeing the panic in his eyes she teasingly says, "you can
still reach your button." he looked at the button. it was still just within
reach. he thought of reaching for it. instead he looked back at her and said,
"what are you going to do?" with that she effortlessly tightened her grip and
pain shot through his left arm. he was surprised to feel tears on his cheeks.
he could see that his left hand was turning red and it felt like "pins and
needles".

instinctively he tried to pry at her legs with his free right hand. like a
flash she grabbed his right wrist in both of her hands and pulled it up to her
face. he squirmed but could not free either arm. she hissed out, "now you
can't reach your button, either." he was now simply terrified beyond words.
she came closer until her face was only inches from his. "let me tell you now
why i am doing this. twice now you have shown doubt when i told you the truth.
that made me angry, and now you are learning a lesson. have you learned your
lesson?" as she said this her legs crushed his arm even harder. he began
babbling almost incoherently, "yes, yes. i learned my lesson. i won't doubt
you again. please!" she planted a kiss full on his lips that pinned his head
back against his highback leather chair. suddenly she freed his arms and was
walking back around his desk to the couch. "by the way, you could have just
yelled. they're right in the next room.' she had an utterly victorious smile
on her face. then came the knock on the door. the tough lady guard came in,
she saw his papers on the floor and said, "what happened, doc?" he gave a
nervous laugh and said, "just clumsy. i'll get them." Jennifer winked and blew
him a kiss as she was led out. as the door closed behind them he flexed his
injured left arm and thought back to the beginning of the session. he was
determined to control things. what a joke that turned out to be. now he had a
week to figure out just where he went wrong.

END OF PART TWO