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Two by Two, Chapter 4 - By: Beverly Taff
Two by Two - Chapter 4.
In the eventual marriage of Vicky and Steve, the terms emotional attachment had
a very loose association with the O.E.D. (Oxford English Dictionary.)
Steve could not change his nature overnight and he remained what he had been
since his teens. That is socially inept, coldly logical and intolerant of those
who wasted time with lightweight conversation. Slowly however, he came to
recognise that his new partner, Vicky was infinitely more 'damaged' than he was.
He grew slowly to be patient and forbearing with her as he recognized her mental
injury.
Vicky on the other hand, found herself hugely attracted to Steve but her brutal
experiences as a young girl left her cold and unresponsive in the bedroom. She
just could not bring herself to let any man touch her. Even a man like Steve,
who had proved beyond doubt that he would never do her any harm.
Their marriage was not a marriage of convenience, they each, within the
constraints and boundaries of their injured personalities, found themselves
attracted to each other. They enjoyed each other's company and never tired of
being with each other. Often finding themselves happy to share their interests
both at home, and at work in their adjacent labs. And always, there was Zac, the
big friendly mutt who had been the catalyst that sparked their relationship and
then became the cement that secured it.
It was about a year into their marriage, that Vicky's clock started ticking.
On vacation they grew even closer. Their artistic interests were similar so
they were never bored when touring historic or scientific sites. On this
particular holiday, they had combined their vacation with a scientific
expedition into the wilderness. There, Vicky gathered wild animal specimens for
her research whilst Steve collected plant samples for investigation into
medicinal properties.
It was probably the constant exposure to the wild, vernal fecundity around her
that eventually ignited Vicky's sublimal clock. She was in her mid thirties now
and knew if she was ever to have a child then this was probably her last chance.
When she returned from the vacation cum expedition she went to see her
gynaecologist.
"Well Professor Morgan, there's no medical reason why you can't have a child.
I'm quite sure if you continue having sexual relations with your husband Steven
then eventually, you'll conceive."
Vicky did not mention her problems about her rape and left the consultation in a
depressed mood. It was a Wednesday and she knew Steve would be shopping for
food. It was a chore she found irksome and was more than pleased to let Steve
do. She knew he would be in the hypermarket as she arrived home. She loathed
returning to the empty apartment and steeled herself as she opened the door.
Instead, she was greeted by an unexpected rapturous welcome from Zac.
Steve had thoughtfully left Zac at home to greet her whilst he had gone to
collect some groceries. She sighed wistfully. Steve had come a long way from
that cold unemotional automaton she had first met and she felt guilty that she
could not respond by improving her own behaviour. It was just that, well - the
brutal rape had left her scarred, forever. She bent down to hug the dog.
'Good old Zac,' she sighed, `always there, always faithful, always a good
friend.'
She slumped on the bed and started sobbing her heart out because she just could
not bring herself to make love to Steve. Zac whined softly and jumped on the bed
to start licking her face in an attempt to cheer his mistress up.
"Ah, if only it was you and not Steve that could give me a child. Then all my
troubles would be over. You with your beautiful eyes, alert ears and wonderfully
soft fur."
She found herself hugging Zac eagerly and her hand unconsciously wandered to
Zac's soft velvety sheath. Zac let out a soft whimper and his penis started to
emerge responsively. Vicky let out a soft gasp of surprise.
"What! Don't tell me you find me attractive as well?" she giggled.
By way of reply, Zac scraped forward on his belly and she felt his penis press
hard against her fingers.
"Oh you sexy boy. What you want is a wife."
Embarrassed by Zac's response, she withdrew her hand and Zac whimpered again as
he pushed his nose against her breasts. It was obvious that Zac needed relief.
Vicky reached across the bedside table and gathered some tissues then gently
squeezed Zac's cock until he exploded into the tissues and let out a low growl
of contentment. He playfully nipped her shoulder then pressed up against her and
lay still. Vicky savoured his affection for about half an hour then rose from
the bed and dumped the tissues down the toilet. She had only just cleared away
all the evidence when Steve returned home.
He dumped the groceries on the kitchen table and started to put them away as
Vicky prepared supper. Over the table they chatted about the consultation.
"So what did the `gynea' say?" asked Steve.
"There's nothing wrong physically. I could conceive quite readily if only I, -"
She fell silent and tears filled her eyes as she failed to finish the sentence.
Steve wanted to hug her to him but Vicky stood from the table and stumbled into
the bedroom. Steve knew her problems of course and silently continued eating.
It would only compound her problems if he tried to somehow comfort her in the
bedroom. It was hard enough for Vicky to let him sleep in the same bed! If he
tried to hug her and comfort her, she would only tense up and cringe in habitual
terror. The rape had done permanent irreparable damage to Vicky's psyche.
Steve cursed silently and only wished he could somehow confront her high-school
attacker. He knew however that it was a hopeless wish. Instead, he crept up the
stairs then silently opened the door and encouraged Zac to join Vicky on the
bed. Despite his dysfunctional social insensitivity, Steve had not failed to
notice that Zac made Vicky happy and relaxed. It was almost as if she preferred
dogs to men. Zac whined, and slid through the narrow gap to pad. That night,
Steve slept in one of the spare bedrooms unaware of what occurred across the
landing.
As she lay sobbing on the bed, Vicky resolved to try and find some way of
addressing her morbid horror of men. Eventually, she stopped sobbing and
undressed before stepping into the shower. After slipping into a brand new
peignoir and nightie she had purchased at the mall that same afternoon, she
crept across the landing and peeped in on Steve. He was out for the count and
she slid silently alongside him to try and slowly address her psychosis. She
thought if Steve was asleep, she could somehow take his semen without him
knowing.
Steve slept on as she gently investigated his body and eventually managed to
touch his penis. Naturally, his penis responded to her touch and became hard.
This sent a wave of revulsion though her and she tensed up yet again.
It was no good. She just could not bring herself to do it. With a heavy heart,
she slipped silently out of the bed and returned once more sobbing silently to
the main marital bed.
After she slid between the sheets, she felt Zac's warm soft fur slide onto the
bed and she inevitably found herself exploring Zac's body. She found the
faithful dog to be no threat and eventually, one thing led to another. As the
distant campus bell faintly tolled the small hours, Vicky eventually engaged
physically with Zac. For the first time since the rape, she managed to allow
herself to be penetrated.
She found Zac's approach disarmingly tender and gasped with surprise when his
narrow pointed organ finally inveigled itself into her tense clamped vagina.
At other times it was almost impossible for her to even enter herself with her
own two fingers. She felt as though she was even trying to deny to herself the
very existence of any opening between her legs. She could not even use tampons,
such was the trauma associated with penetration.
Now to her stunned surprise, she found that somehow, with his warm soft fur and
long sloppy tongue, Zac had unexpectedly managed to release her vaginismal
spasm. Nervously she raised her butt and felt the inquisitive tip of Zac's penis
thread its way deeper into her traumatised core until his sheath fetched up
against her love lips. She was stunned by her own courage and the total lack of
pain. She wondered if Zac emitted some sort of pheromone that made her more
receptive. She knew that these pheromones worked with the lower orders of
animals and wondered if there was something between her and Zac.
'No!' she scolded herself. 'There was no way her metabolism could respond to
Zac's even at the lowest sublimal level! Still, her sex seemed to be slipperier
and more relaxed than ever since she been a teenager, before the ra -, uurgh,
she couldn't even bring herself to whisper the word.' Perhaps there was
something, perhaps she should speak to Steve in the morning.'
She gave a low throaty sigh as he slowly started to piston.
Finally, Zac gave a low throaty whine and she felt his hot seed pumping into
her core.
'Perhaps, if she could use Zac to gradually bring her round to accepting Steve,
she might finally be able to complete the circle of her life and conceive
Steve's child.'
After Zac stopped pumping, she felt his knot start to expand, but it was not
painful. He simply slid over her side then twisted around to face the door.
Vicky grinned to herself in the dark, as she remained tied to Zac with his penis
hinged backwards and still lodged inside her. She sighed with relief that the
whole experience had been one of pleasure and relief. She had not orgasmed of
course, that was simply expecting too much, but she had at least completed the
act without any trauma.
Eventually she became tired of resting on her hands and knees so she slowly
lowered herself onto her side. Zac whimpered a bit but eventually grasped the
idea and rolled over into the same posture. This took any strain from their
union and made them both comfortable.
For almost an hour, Vicky waited for Zac's knot to subside but she was surprised
and secretly glad that he chose to remain tied to her. It made her feel safe and
secure to have her most vulnerable parts thus protected. In this mood of
contentment and security she fell asleep. Zac soon followed suit and they
remained tied all night.
It was a surprised Steve who found them still tied together in the morning. He
was so shocked that he nearly dropped the tray but he managed to place it
silently on the bedside table. As he turned to creep silently away, he caught
Zac's eyes following him. His tail wagged softly as his deep brown eyes followed
Steve out through the door. Vicky twitched sleepily then squirmed licentiously
as the thick wagging bushy tail tickled her naked bum. She awoke to find Zac
still lodged firmly within her and the breakfast tray beside her with the teapot
still steaming.
"Oh my God!" she croaked with a sickening realisation that Steve must have seen
her tied to Zac.
Carefully she turned to look at Zac and gently tried to separate herself from
him. His knot was still too large and she realised she was still stuck. She
debated calling Steve to somehow help persuade the dog to release her but
eventually she managed to distract him away with a delicious slice of bacon.
Zac sniffed the morsel and whined confusedly as he tried to reach for it.
Vicky simply extended her arm further until Zac had to release her to reach the
bacon.
As Zac tugged and strained to reach the titbit, Vicky felt her labia being
dragged inside out by the knot lodged inside her. She tried several pelvic
thrusts before finally managing to twitch her crotch and force Zac's swollen
organ out. Her inner and outer labia were pulled almost inside out until
Zac's knot finally dragged out of her scabbard and made a distinct plop as Zac
lurched to reach the bacon. In seconds the meat was gone.
Vicky grunted with pain and winced as her sex lips slowly returned to their
normal configuration. Gently, she explored her offended vagina and sighed with
relief when she learned there had been no tearing or ripping. Her actions
attracted Zac again and he gently nosed into her secret places as his soft
sloppy tongue gently washed the pain away. Vicky sagged with pleasured relief
then turned on her back to eat her breakfast while Zac continued administering
to her other need.
Suddenly, Vicky felt a strange warmth flooding through her body. Slowly she
started to squirm as paroxysms of pleasure overwhelmed her. Frantically she just
managed to replace the coffee mug on the table before a wave of lust overwhelmed
her.
Desperately Vicky started to hump at Zac's nose as his tongue continued lashing
eagerly at the sensitive little nubbin that gave off such an unusual but
evocative scent. Suddenly Vicky gave of a squeal of lust and collapsed exhausted
on the bad. Zac sensed his mistress's completion and stopped licking as he
slithered up alongside her and rested his head between her heaving breasts. Her
orgasm had been so powerful that Steve heard her squeals from the kitchen
downstairs.
He was finishing his breakfast when a terrified Vicky emerged guiltily from the
bedroom and minced sensitively downstairs. He peered over his coffee mug as
their eyes met and Vicky's gaze fell guiltily to the floor.
"Was that your first?" he asked softly.
Vicky was stunned by her husband's sagacity. 'How could he possibly have known?'
she wondered. She tried to deny it.
"No. I've orgasmed before!""
"Yes but not with someone else."
Vicky fell silent. There was nothing she could say. Steve had caught her in
flagrante-delicto with his best friend. Tears filled her eyes as she waited for
the hammer blow to fall, the demand for a divorce. The silence became unbearable
and she looked up to see him still studying her. Strangely, he was stroking Zac,
an action that perplexed her.
"You can't blame him," she sobbed. "Please don't punish him! He's not to blame.
Just blame me!" she wailed.
"I'm not blaming either of you," replied Steve softly.
Vicky looked up again expecting to see menace accompanying the softly spoken
reply. Instead she saw a soft single tear leaking from Steve's grey eyes as he
spoke again.
"I blame the bastard who raped you and so damaged you."
Vicky was stunned. Her jaw sagged as she gaped stupidly at her husband.
"What! You mean you forgive me?"
"I'm not sure about forgiveness, that will take time. I'd be a fool to say I'm
not hurt by your actions, but I can't blame you; and I certainly can't blame
Zac. He's just a dog. It's instinct for him."
"I couldn't help it," she sobbed. "It just sort of happened. I came to your bed
last night whilst you were asleep. I thought of mounting you and having sex but
it didn't work. I tried, oh how I tried but I just couldn't. When you became
hard I just felt sick. It's not you, it's me, inside, I'm hopeless! It's never
going to work. I so want your baby!"
"And I want you to have it," replied Steve.
Vicky's hand shook as she poured herself another coffee then held out the
shaking pot to Steve. He gently steadied her trembling wrist with one hand as he
held the mug out with his other. Vicky's heart thumped as she felt his delicate
tender touch.
"Yes please," he replied as he held out the mug.
It was the first act of normality since she had joined him at the table and
Vicky felt the tension inside her releasing. The conversation was becoming less
tense. She felt she was on safer ground. She still felt overwhelming guilt of
course but things were becoming more rational, more productive.
"We could try insemination. The gynea says I'm fully able to conceive."
"That seems a bit cold and insensitive," observed Steve. "A baby should be
conceived in a proper emotional situation. I don't like the idea of a
'Turkey baster' baby."
"Then it's a none-starter," wept Vicky.
"There are other ways," whispered Steve softly.
"Like what," replied Vicky nervously suspicious?
"I'm not sure yet. I'll have to have a long think about it. Leave it with me
while I run it past my imagination."
Vicky felt a fricassee of excitement tingle through her bones. From her work she
knew that Steve often came up with some of the most original and sometimes most
successful solutions to many of the problems that his colleagues put to him.
If nothing else, Steve was imaginative and creative. That coupled with his
medical skills, was what made him so valuable to the university. What Vicky
didn't know was that Steve was becoming sexually frustrated with his enforced
celibacy. He rose from the table and bent over to kiss Vicky gently then lick
the tear from her cheek.
"Don't worry, darling. I'll see a way through this."
She pulled him down to her and hugged him tight as the dam burst. Her shoulders
heaved as the sobs shook her frame and relieved tears poured down her cheeks.
She followed him to the door and Her heart thumped as she watched him mount his
cycle. Their new apartment was a couple of miles from the university but there
was a safe traffic free route that Steve used to keep fit. Vicky watched him
pedal away with Zac loping easily beside him. Later she would ride that same
route herself and then they would return together after finishing up in the labs
that night. It was a regular rhythm that had at last brought some normality and
stability to Vicky's frustrated existence.
A few days later, as they dined together, Steve broached his idea.
"I think I've discovered a way of giving you my baby."
Vicky's heart thumped nervously as the fork stopped midway from plate to mouth.
The silence hung like a thick mantle until she finally responded.
"How?"
"Will you promise me you won't be disgusted?"
Vicky's heart missed a beat. 'What weird solution had he thought up?' she
wondered.
"Try me," she mumbled nervously.
"Well, I know that you've got, uuhm, - problems with men," offered Steve warily.
"Yee-es," replied Vicky cautiously.
"And you seem to manage to function with uuhm, - Zac."
Vicky nodded softly, wondering where it was all going.
"Well, if we could somehow introduce my sperm via Zac, then you should be able
to conceive."
The words tumbled from his lips as though Steve was dumping a heavy sack of
potatoes. Vicky was stunned. She began to wonder if Steve was some sort of
clairvoyant. After a long thoughtful silence, she replied monosyllabically.
"How?"
"Well, as you know, Zac was used for organ rejection experiments and each of the
dog embryo was injected with human tissue DNA to make the organs more
acceptable."
"Yes," replied Jacky beginning to suspect the direction of Steve's reasoning.
"Well I suppose you know that Zac's embryo was injected with my DNA."
"So?"
"Well, I'm sure you'll realise that there's a good chance that Zac's body would
accept an organ donation from me."
"What! You mean swap cocks with Zac?"
"Uuhm no. I wasn't thinking of that. You've got a dirty mind. But if we
transplanted one of my testicles into Zac's scrotum, then he would start
ejaculating my sperm as well as his own. I wouldn't miss one testicle, as I
would still be producing testosterone from the other.
Vicky's jaw dropped at the simplicity of Steve's idea.
"Good God! Why didn't we think of this before?"
"We weren't desperate for a baby before."
"Do you think it could be done?"
By way of an answer, Steve carefully pulled up his shirt and peeled down his
pants. Carefully he spread his pubic hair until Vicky noticed a strange little
stripe of light tawny hair.
"What's that?"
"It's a skin graft from Zac. Do you remember those experiments to make
compatible organ tissue?"
Vicky gasped as she realised the implications.
"My God! Zac! Of course! You and your student volunteered tissue material."
"Exactly. Zac and I are already genetically compatible. This bit of fur confirms
it."
Vicky couldn't resist kneeling down and fingering the soft furry strip.
"My God! It really is Zac's fur! You are compatible!"
"Exactly. He should easily accept one of my testicles to replace one of his.
If he retains the other testicle then that will provide him with the correct
dosage and type of hormones to keep him healthy."
Vicky stood up and hugged her husband.
"This could really work but who will do the surgery?"
"I was thinking you could. You're more than competent. I've seen your work."
"It's not ethical for a doctor to operate on a family member."
"It's not ethical for a vet to operate on a human. Who's to know?"
Vicky chuckled. She had never realised Steve had a rebellious unorthodox side.
"I'd have no trouble with Zac but I'm not too sure about you."
"Oh come on Vicky! It's not rocket science! A human testicle is little different
from a dog's testicle. We're both mammals for God's sake! I thought you wanted
this baby? Any way, if I only took a local I could be conscious while you did
it. I could guide you if you really were that unsure."
Vicky stood silently considering the idea then finally agreed.
"O.K, then. When shall we do it?"
"Soon as possible."
"Yes but I think you'd better have a general anesthetic. I am quite capable of
doing both procedures simultaneously."
Steve frowned thoughtfully.
"No. That's too risky. There's more danger from the general anesthetic than the
minor surgery. I'd prefer to be conscious. Just give me a local."
"OK. Is there anything else you want, bushy tail, alert ears, nice big teeth?"
"Don't be cheeky Miss Riding Hood," he grinned as he pinched her bum.
She turned to scold him but fell into his embrace. She tensed for a moment then
steeled herself for the few seconds that he held her. He noticed the tension and
released her like a red-hot coal as he shook his head. She still had problems
with intimacy and men. Even a simple affectionate hug, sent cold shivers through
her body. There was no way, Vicky was ever going to endure sex with a man; - any
man. He looked into her tearful eyes and sighed.
"This transplant is going to be the only way of you ever having my baby unless
you use a turkey baster."
"Uurgh. You make it sound horrible."
"I feel that it is. It makes it too mechanical and impersonal."
Vicky felt forced to agree. She nodded her head in silence as she contemplated
conceiving Steve's genetic child from Zac. The idea sent a warm glow through her
loins and she squeezed her thighs secretively. Her action was not as secret as
she thought. Steve noticed her tense her thighs but he remained silent. Vicky
had enough problems without him drawing attention to her zooerotic affections
for Zac. He felt he would have been a hypocrite to make an issue of her deviant
sexuality. After the traumatic rape of her childhood, it was an unusual but not
totally unexpected outcome.
He felt sorry for Vicky and was determined to accommodate her desires whilst
accepting her phsychosis.
End of Chapter 4 - To Be Continued
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