The Interns

Author's Note: Please, you should be of legal age in your State to read this. While freedom of the mind to think is a wonderful thing, you should have the capacity to distinguish reality from fantasy. While much of my writing is based on "life experiences," it is also embellished with a lot of fantasy. Thank you and enjoy!)

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Chapter III---Tamala Barker and Dr. Mary Mercy

Tamala heard Mary's car pull up in the driveway and went to the front door to greet her as she arrived home. As Mary came in the door, Miss Tamala was waiting there with a wide grin on her face.

"You look good enough to eat Doctor," said Tamala in somewhat excited voice.

"Oh, oh," replied Mary, "every time you call me doctor we end up fucking each other silly." Mary laughed as she said this and Tamala came over to her, embraced her by wrapping her arms around Mary's back and then let her hands slide slowly down until they reached her ass where she gave Mary a little squeeze on each of her ass cheeks. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues searching each other out . . . "I love you baby," Tamala said to Mary.

"I love you too lady," Mary replied.

Doctor Mary Mercy was 42 years old, just a few years older than Tamala Barker. She was about the same height as Tamala but that is where the similarities stopped. While Tamala had a somewhat muscular feminine built, Dr. Mary had a tapered frame, with broad shoulders sloping down at a sharp angle to a small waist and then flared back out to broad hips. Her breasts were very large without a bit of sag in them and coupled with the small waist were an immediate attention getter. But her most prominent feature was her ass. While it matched her hips perfectly, it was solid as a rock. She wore her straight jet black hair a little longer than Tamala's. It was thick, parted a little left of center and fell to her shoulders. Her hair was always neatly combed and always had a bright sheen to it. She had very beautiful facial features that were always perfectly made up. Her legs completed and complimented her body frame. They were not as muscular as Tamala's but seemed to be longer. The first word that would come to your mind in describing Dr. Mary would be "disciplinarian." Her skin color was darker than Tamala's. Her breasts strained against the two-piece white medical suits she seemed to constantly wear. The jacket part of her suit was always cut low enough to show a generous portion of rich brown cleavage. She alternated the bottom part of the two piece suits between skirts and slacks. When she wore skirts they were short enough to draw attention to her long legs. When she wore slacks or some sort of pants, they were deliciously tight enough to clearly show her panty outline on a solid ass. This day, as most working days, she had on her tight white slacks and white medical issue shoes. Most of the time she wore very small eye glasses with frames that were outlined in thin gold. Although she could get along fine without glasses, she liked to wear them because the glasses gave her the appearance of being a very refined, highly educated person. If you were meeting Dr. Mary Mercy for the first time, the impression you would get would be one of a proud, confident, and very authoritative African American woman. She had a private medical practice and specialized in psychiatry even though she was also deeply interested in the medical part of her training. But psychiatry was her first love. She found it very satisfying to be able to delve into someone's mind, to find out "what they are all about" as she was fond of saying.

After many years of research and personal experiences, Dr. Mary was a firm believer that there were two very distinctive personalities and traits that could be found in just about every person. Each person, her theory went, possessed either a "dominant" or "submissive" nature. Long ago Dr. Mary discovered that she had the unique psychiatric ability to be capable of separating the dominant from the submissive. By using this ability, along with chemicals she was experimenting with, she could altar the way a person's brain controlled their thought processes. The subliminal messages that Dr. Mary recorded in her laboratory by mixing special music with suggestive commands also assisted her to completely change and then control her patients or more appropriately in this case, her "project."

When Tamala Barker was going through her divorce and was somewhat depressed, she came to Dr. Mary Mercy for help. It wasn't long before Dr. Mary determined that Tamala really had a very dominant nature. She was attracted to Tamala from the very first meeting and in a short period of time she had not only extracted Tamala from whatever depression she felt but taught her how to be a very confident, self reliant, and dominant woman. During Tamala's therapy sessions, Dr. Mary discovered that like herself, Tamala also had a somewhat sadistic trait to her personality that brought her extensive sexual gratification when she knew how to put her "assets", as Dr. Mary called them, to work.

Dr. Mary was also a confirmed lesbian. She believed that women were far superior to men and could control any man when and if they knew how. She used to tell Tamala all the time "men have given up riches, kingdoms, and even their lives for the power of a pussy." Dr. Mary also possessed a very dominant personality and discovered long ago that her deep sexual satisfaction came from using her dominant natural instinct to manipulate and overpower those with submissive personalities that she had taken a liking too. She also believed that black women possessed a special mystique to white women. She had another theory that things came easy to white women while black women had to struggle for everything they obtained. This fact by itself, instilled a toughness and self reliance in a black woman that a white woman could not hope to understand. She also told Tamala that there was "nothing more beautiful then seeing a white female head between the dark thighs of a black woman."

Over time, Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala became not only best friends and lovers, but also shared their dominant and sexual desires in a "partnership" that was in its tenth year. This house they had bought together was where they "let their hair down", another term of Dr. Mary's. This is where they first brought Ann or "piglet" for her training and "transformation." Dr. Mary had a fully equipped laboratory and medical facility in the basement where she conducted her research and experiments. Both Miss Tamala and Dr. Mary had built Ann's "living quarters" in the same area of the basement. They enjoyed and received so much sexual satisfaction out of their first "project" Ann, that they were now wanted to add a second "project." And Lynn Langley was their joint selection.

"How did the interview go today," Mary said to Tamala.

"Wanna see?" answered Tamala.

"You bet baby," Mary said with a big smile on her face. "But it looks from the expression on your face that it went well."

"Ha, ha, ha," laughed Tamala, "I believe this mother fucking white bitch will be ours." Tamala and Dr. Mary liked to use derogatory words when describing their "projects." The use of these derogatory words served two purposes. First, it gave them a sexual rush speaking freely and loudly words that society condemned. Second, when used on their slaves, it enforced their superiority and diminished a slave's self-confidence and self-esteem.

"Good, good . . . I am very pleased," Mary said as she sat on the sofa waiting as Tamala walked over to the VCR and put in the video tape of Lynn's interview. This was also the first time Tamala was viewing the tape since its recording.

Once the video started to play, Tamala sat on the couch next to Mary. They sat very close so their thighs were touching and they could feel the heat from each others body. They watched the video of Lynn sitting in the little chair, watched as Miss Tamala using the techniques that Dr. Mary had taught her, brushed her skirt on Lynn's face and hair always making her presence known and felt, and ending with first, Tamala's big toe in Lynn's mouth, then all five toes, then the shaking of Lynn's head up and down, then back and forth by using her foot in Lynn's mouth.

Dr. Mary started to critique the video utilizing her psychiatric knowledge: "See Tamala, see how the white bitch is reacting to your stern demeanor . . . see how the fucking whore is reacting to your scent when you get close to her. That's the chemical working . . . ha, ha,... our little favor pellet, it heightens the sense of smell and taste in her brain and equates that particular scent or taste to a sexual desire . . . now look," Dr. Mary continued her critique, "see how she reacts to the scent of your foot . . . ha, ha, ... look how the pig loves the taste of your toes . . . ha, ha, ha . . . oh you little devil," Dr Mary said as she looked into Tamala's eyes. "Look . . . you are giving her a taste of your juices on her own fingers . . . great!"

It was obvious Dr. Mary was enjoying the success her protégé, Tamala, was having with Lynn. And Dr. Mary was feeling the wetness building up in her vagina. She was enjoying this and it always initiated her sexual arousal when she could use her psychiatric knowledge of human emotions to overwhelm another's mind.

Seeing Dr. Mary's excited smile, seeing how she was enjoying herself and getting a sexual rush from watching the video was also making Tamala moist and she could feel the first stirrings of sexual arousal in her loins. She reached over and kissed Dr. Mary on the face, just a light peck on the cheek.

"Well doctor, does it look like this slut will make a good candidate for another acquisition?" Tamala asked.

"Oh yes, yes, yes...she has a very submissive nature and personality. That much is very clear. Somewhere in her psyche is buried a feeling of inferiority. And that, my dear, is what we are going to uncover and take advantage of. My chemicals took effect on the little bastard rapidly," Dr. Mary answered. As she felt Tamala's kiss on her cheek she turned and kissed Tamala back on the lips.

"She wouldn't have responded to the drug that fast if she was even a little dominant," Dr. Mary continued. "And that was only a mild first stage chemical. Just wait until we really get her on the progressive stage drugs. And then on the "educational" tapes," Dr. Mary was really getting horny now and her sexual desires were building as she explained the plans she had for Lynn. "Replay the tape again, lady," she said to Tamala. Dr. Mary liked to call Tamala "lady" because she always told her how beautiful, feminine and strong she was and she reminded her of a gracious lady.

Tamala went over and reset the tape, pushed play and returned to the sofa to sit beside her lover and partner.

"She is very pretty, isn't she," Dr. Mary said as she was looking more closely at Lynn on the second viewing of the interview tape. "Maybe even a little prettier than the piglet. She has nice features, excellent complexion, and a good lips and mouth, but of course, we will have to make some alterations. Oh, oh, Tamala, I am really excited about this one. We are going to have a lot of fun with this little white bitch. By the time we get through with her she will be a babbling idiot kneeling at your feet, ready to kiss your ass ... ha, ha," she laughed.

As the video ended for the second time, Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala were locked in each other's arms. Mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue, hands roaming, touching, feeling each other ... the thoughts of completely taking over the life of Lynn Langley stimulating their sexual desire for each other.

"Doctor Mary Mercy, I love you," Tamala said as Dr. Mary was beginning to unbutton Tamala's blouse. As the last button gave way, the opened blouse exposed Tamala's black bra that was straining against her ample breasts. Dr. Mary loved these breasts and couldn't wait to get her hands on them, to squeeze them, to suck on them.

Tamala took Dr. Mary's hands in her own hands. "Wait darling, I had the piglet make a special dinner for you tonight. Then we have to discuss our plans for Miss Langley's orientation tomorrow, if, that is, if she comes back for orientation," Tamala said as she was rebuttoning her blouse.

"What do you mean if she comes back?" Dr. Mary replied.

"Well I gave her the choice. I left it up to her. She knows that she can have the internship if she wants it, or she can just decide not to take it. I told her if she decided against it I would give her an excellent evaluation that should go a long way toward earning her law degree," Tamala said.

"Tamala my dear," Dr. Mary said as though she was lecturing her protégé, "you know she will be back, ha, ha, . . . you know that little bitch got a taste of your pussy juices. Sometimes I think you are getting as devious as me, ha, ha," she ended up laughing. "But you are right, it is better to let her think about it for a while. Let the little white bitch make her own decision using her own free will while she has it. It is always more fun that way," Dr. Mary continued in a somewhat more serious tone of voice.

Just then piglet appeared in the doorway to the living room. She was standing in her service position, elbows tucked close to her side, arms bent at the elbows, hands in the prayer position between her breasts and under her chin. Then she bowed down making sure her head was on an even plane with her waist as she was taught during her training period. Piglet stood there for a moment in silence. She looked so cute standing there with the fine initialed napkins hanging from the rings in her nipples before these two beautiful black women.

"You may speak," Miss Talama told her.

"Mistress Tamala, Mistress Mary, your dinner is served," she said.

"Pay your respects to the good doctor," Miss Tamala said to the piglet.

"Yes, ma'am," came piglet's reply as she walked over to Dr. Mary, knelt down in front of where she was sitting, and began to roll up the cuffs on Dr. Mary's slacks. She was trained to roll the cuffs just 2 inches above Dr. Mary's ankle and had to make sure the fold was even all the way around both legs. Dr. Mary's feet were bare inside of her shoes. Piglet then lowered her head and began to lick all around Dr. Mary's white medical issue slipper, where the dark skin met the material of the slipper below the ankle. Then she moved her head forward and licked the toe area of the slipper.

"Remove my slippers piglet," she heard Dr. Mary's voice above her. "I have had a busy day today, lots of patients and my feet are sore and sweaty."

"Yes Ma'am," came piglet's reply as she began to untie Dr. Mary's slippers. When she had taken both slippers off she waited to be told what to do next. Piglet never did anything on her own. Her mind had been conditioned during her training period to believe that she was too dumb to make any decision using her own free will. She was conditioned to follow the orders of her Mistresses only. And when an order came she reacted immediately without question no matter what that order entailed.

"Clean my feet pig," the authoritative voice of Dr. Mary boomed out above her. "And be sure to clean between my toes."

Piglet didn't hesitate for one moment. She bent her head down, and using her tongue she began to lick and clean. She ran her tongue as far under Dr. Mary's highly polished toenails as she could to be sure to remove any dirt or sweat that might have accumulated there, then between the toes and along the ridges where Dr. Mary's toes connected to the ball of her foot. The sight of Dr. Mary's foot, the dark skin on top of the toes and how it changed to a lighter color under the toes, the scent that Dr. Mary's feet gave off especially after walking in slippers all day, the taste of the sweet salty sweat, the fact that she was being obedient, that she was bringing pleasure to her Mistress, these were all triggers that Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala had implanted in piglets brain during her training period. Now and whenever she had the "honor" of performing these tasks her mind transferred the sense of smell, of taste, of obedience to the part of her brain that controlled her sexual functions. This always stimulated piglet's sexual desires. The nipples on her breasts hardened and moisture built up rapidly in her vagina. She always felt she could have an orgasm right on the spot without so much as touching herself. But that was not allowed! Piglet's trainers even controlled that part of her bodily functions. Dr. Mary and Miss Tamala knew that piglet performed the tasks she was given better if she was kept at a sexual peak and so she was very seldom ever permitted the release of an orgasm.

The two beautiful black women sat closely side by side on the sofa looking down at their "project." The sight of this white woman lapping at Dr. Mary's feet as though it was the most normal thing in the world to do, the fact that they had been successful in training her to be nothing more than a slave and knowing for certain they had complete control of her mind, body and soul was what they both lived for. This was fun and sexy all in one and they both took great pleasure in it.

Miss Tamala looked into Dr. Mary's eyes. Dr. Mary had a big smile on her face and when she turned to look at Miss Tamala she saw that Miss Tamala was also smiling. They reached for each other's lips as though they were on automatic pilot. It was a very passionate embrace of two people with the same thoughts, the same desires, and a strong need to be together.

Miss Tamala broke the embrace first. "Shall we dine darling," she said to Dr. Mary.

"Yes, I am starving," answered Dr. Mary.

Dr. Mary pulled the foot that piglet was sucking away at from her mouth, and then placed her foot flat on piglet's face so it covered the area from her mouth to her forehead. She let it linger for just a moment to enjoy the contrast of the black skin of her foot against the whiteness of piglet's face and then, without a second thought, pushed piglet's face away so hard that the poor thing landed flat on it's back.

They both had a good laugh at watching piglet go sprawling backwards. Piglet lifted her head to look at her Mistresses. But she didn't move from where Dr. Mary had pushed her. She was worried that somehow she didn't do a good enough job in cleaning Dr. Mary's feet and this would add to her demerits. But she wouldn't dare move anyway. Her mind was no longer capable of making its own decisions. She had been trained to only be able to function with instructions or orders from one or the other of her owners.

It was Mistress Tamala that got up from the sofa first. She walked over to a lamp table beside the sofa, opened the drawer in the table and reached in to retrieve an instrument that was two feet long. It was a rod that had an egg shaped bulb on one side and a battery pack box on the other. Then she walked over to piglet.

"Get up," she said in a very stern voice. "We are ready to dine."

"Yes ma'am," piglet replied as she got up from the floor.

"Lead the way," Mistress Tamala ordered piglet.

"Yes ma'am," came the obedient reply.

Mistress Tamala and Dr. Mary followed about a foot behind piglet as she resumed her service position and went toward the dining room. Just as they were about to enter the dining room, Miss Tamala said, "Stop!"

Piglet immediately responded by stopping in her tracks.

"Take your hands and spread your ass cheeks," came the next order from Mistress Tamala. Again piglet responded to this directive by removing her hands from under her chin, reached around and grabbed a hold of her ass cheeks and spread them apart as far as she could.

Mistress Tamala placed the bulb shaped end of the rod at the entrance of piglet's ass hole, and then pushed it in until the bulb was no longer visible. Dr. Mary sensed what Mistress Tamala was about to do. She put her arm around Mistress Tamala's waist and gave her a tight hug. They both looked at each other. They both had an excited smile on their faces. Mistress Tamala placed her lips on Dr. Mary's lips and they shared a passionate kiss. When their lips parted Dr. Mary looked into Mistress's Tamala's eyes.

"This is for you, darling," Mistress Tamala said to Dr. Mary. Her thumb pushed the button on the battery pack just as she finished speaking.

"Zzzaaappp . . . zzzaaappp . . ." the sound of two immediate jolts of electricity, about a half a second apart, went from the battery pack to the bulb part of the rod. Piglet's body reacted immediately going rigid. The current ran through her ass hole, down her legs and up to her head in a split second. The nipples on her breasts sprung outward in a hardened position, the fine linen napkins in the nipple rings swayed back and forth, and the pupils in her eyes were twice the normal size for just a second. She automatically jumped forward about a foot. Dr. Mary had invented this instrument and had calibrated it to perfection. The first jolt was totally absorbed by piglet's body. The second jolt served to draw the egg shaped bulb end from her ass hole so there was no lasting damage.

"Ha, ha, ha . . . did you see the little fucker jump?" Dr. Mary said. "How much did you give her?"

"Only six volts," Mistress Tamala answered. "Did you enjoy it darling?"

"Oh yes, yes . . . that was nice, Thank you lady," answered Dr. Mary. "I am so glad we met. It is really fun having someone to share with."

It only took a minute for piglet to recover. But it had a lasting effect on her nipples. They remained hard for quite some time after one of these episodes. This worried her a little because she knew her Mistresses would soon be having dinner and that would require them to use their napkins. With her nipples this hard, she knew it would be more painful than ever. Then she heard the order to get moving again and she led the way into the dining room. Deep down inside she just hoped that her two beautiful Mistresses enjoyed the dinner she had been taught to make during her training period.