Girl Within Girl An Erotic Thriller Book 2: Healing

By S.P. Aruna

Trapped in a mountain cabin with three, possible four, women....every guy's dream, right? Or could it turn out to be a nightmare?

Dr. Sean Paisley needs to find out how to bring these women together - his survival depends on it. To make matters worse, he's in love with all of them....made passionate love to all of them. Throw in a nasty grizzly bear and the dark forces of the government and the situation becomes even more dire.

In the end, he was stuck with Belinda, a hysterical, suicidal, homicidal maniac of a person, confined together in the wilderness of the onset of winter. Now both their lives are at stake.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.P. Aruna
• Release date: Sep 3, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370628032

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Girl Within Girl

An Erotic Thriller

BOOK TWO: HEALING

S.P. Aruna

WARNING: This book is intended for readers 18 years or older as it contains explicit sex scenes as well as some violence and foul language

©2017 Nicholas Lombardi All rights reserved

All Characters are fictional products of the author's imagination. Resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Chapter 1 - DR. SEAN PAISLEY

Chapter 2 - KATRINA

Chapter 3 - DR. SEAN PAISLEY

Chapter 4 - ANISA

Chapter 5 - CHERRY

Chapter 6 - DR. SEAN PAISLEY

Chapter 7 - KATRINA

Chapter 8 - DR. SEAN PAISLEY

Chapter 9 - KATRINA

Chapter 10 - DR. SEAN PAISLEY

Chapter 11 - KATRINA

Chapter 12 - CHERRY

Chapter 13 - DR. SEAN PAISLEY

Chapter 14 - ANISA

Chapter 15 - DR. SEAN PAISLEY

Chapter 16 - KATRINA.

Chapter 17 - DR. SEAN PAISLEY

Chapter 18 - DR. SEAN PAISLEY

Chapter 19 - BELINDA

Chapter 20 - DR. SEAN PAISLEY

Chapter 21 - BELINDA

Chapter 22 - DR. SEAN PAISLEY

Chapter 23 - BELINDA

Chapter 24 - DR. SEAN PAISLEY

Chapter 25 - BELINDA

Chapter 26 - DR. SEAN PAISLEY

Chapter 27 - BELINDA

Chapter 1 - DR. SEAN PAISLEY

My name is Sean Paisley, and I'm a psychiatrist, a profession that for many is somewhat off-putting. When I embarked upon my career, I never thought about its horrible history, only about what good I could do. I guess it must have been fate that assigned me to the Gottlieb Memorial Institute right after my internship. Not only did it serve as a reminder that being an expert of the human mind has the potential for harm, but it taught me a life lesson I'll never forget.

What made matters worse, I did something stupid. I fell in love with one of the nurses there.

Falling in love is not something that anyone could rationally explain, even I as a doctor of the psyche. I mean it was clearly a no-no to have those feelings for a co-worker, given the usual complications. But in our case it was much more serious than that. Of course there was no way for me to know. Actually, I didn't know anything about her, and that's what makes me wonder how I got into this mess.

They say that falling in love has a lot to do with pheromones, these odorless chemicals people give off which you cannot actually smell, yet transmit to your brain the crucial message that this person near you could make a good baby with you, genetically speaking. If it wasn't that, then it must have been something just as mysterious to have drawn me to Katrina.

When I first saw her in the coffee-break room it was no big deal. I was making an effort to introduce myself to all the nurses, since I would regularly depend on them in my work. She was just another one of them to cross off my list of those that I had already seen.

But right from the start, I found her intriguing. For one, she couldn't tell me exactly how long she had been working at Gottleib. I could understand that if she had been in her sixties, but she was a young woman, not more than twenty-five, so it couldn't have been that long ago. At the time, I just dismissed her vague answers as nothing significant.

After a few occasions working together, my attraction grew until I finally asked her out on a date. However, it wasn't only my fascination with her that led me to approach her, but I needed to get a few things off my chest and she was the first person that came into my head when I thought of who I should confide to.

We had our date, but this only made the magnetism more potent. The restaurant had a romantic setting for sure, and the food was great, so we had a good atmosphere conducive to a little opening up about ourselves, but after I divulged practically my whole life history, she offered nothing about herself, saying she'd rather not talk about the past, though I sensed she had trouble recalling her life before working at the hospital. For some reason, this reminded me about the other topic I wanted to talk about - the strange nature of our work.

I confessed to her my disapproval of the treatments the hospital carried out, this idea of emptying the mind and filling it up anew, and confessed my suspicions about the source of funding for these activities. I figured she might shed some insight on these matters.

At first she tried to defend the goings on at the hospital, thinking there was nothing nefarious about them, despite the strange practices the senior doctor was advocating. But when I pressed her, she did show some doubt.

After some awkward moments, we dropped the subject and enjoyed our food, though the bond between us had already been formed.

Then there was that incident where I found Katrina on the floor at the mercy of an uncontrollable patient. I came to her aid and subdued the hysterical inmate, calming the woman down until she became docile.

After that, even though I knew better, I asked Katrina out again for an outing at the park. It was there in the park that she started opening up; inevitably we ended up in my bed.

I remember being totally possessed by my desire for her, as if by bottling it up and ignoring it for so long unleashed my feelings like a brimming dam releasing the waters of its swollen reservoir. Her unconditional surrender made me want to consume every inch of her and my mouth worked frantically over her skin, from feet to head, making a delicious meal of her body, nibbling every part of her and sucking her inside me. When we kissed, our tongues did all the talking, using the language of love, dancing with each other inside our hot wet mouths.

Oh, and to plunge my engorged cock inside her beautiful pussy was heaven, as her velvety insides caressed and clenched my shaft. After several minutes of softly stroking her, my frenzied desire drove me to a near fury, and I found myself pounding her in a mad ecstasy of pleasure till I gave up the semen in my balls and my cock was vanquished, convulsing in spurts of defeat.

During the subsequent pillow-talk, she still would not reveal anything about her past. I didn't press her and we fell asleep in each other's arms.

There followed a period where I got caught up in trying to ascertain where the funding was coming from to subsidize the hospital, as well as the origin of the of the types of treatment that I witnessed, and found out that all of it could be traced to a CIA mind control project. I'll admit it, I was scared. I avoided Katrina at work, thinking it best to distance myself from her. After a few weeks of that, I could see she was hurt, and one day she confronted me. Because I was still into her, and didn't like to see her in such distress for the wrong reasons, that is, thinking that I had rejected her, I broke down, reassuring her that I didn't regret starting something with her, but that I was preoccupied with other issues. I asked her for a second date at the same restaurant as before, and it was on that occasion that I told her all that I had found out. After that night, we wouldn't see each other for a while, as new developments forced us to separate.

One new development was a notice of termination. Apparently my nosing around had caught the attention of someone and they wanted me gone. The second development was the discovery of a patient's file: Katrina's file! This was the reason why she couldn't remember anything before working here - she had been the victim of mind control experiments. From what I could gather, Katrina was suffering from Dissociative Identify Disorder, what was once called Multiple Personalities.

I thought it was only right that before I left the institute I should make a copy of the file and leave it in a sealed envelope on her desk.

The next few days were agonizing, as I waited for her to call me. Five days later she did.

I bolted over to her place as she requested, but trying to explain her predicament to her was difficult, to say the least. I knew she needed time to digest what I had found out and my suggestions for treatment. Obviously she couldn't be left alone at this point, and we ended up once more at my apartment. And that's when the strangeness began.

I thought I heard a phone ringing in my sleep, a ringtone I didn't recognize. Then Katrina woke me up, except it wasn't Katrina. It was her body alright, but someone else was inside it. Someone named Anisa.

She wanted to know about the treatment I proposed, and when I explained that I wanted to