The following was inspired by the two-part 2010 series, "The Marriage Counselor" by NTRMaster. The original story was about a husband whose life and mental state is completely destroyed by an evil man who poses as a marriage counselor for the purpose of stealing wives while literally destroying the husbands. I suggest you take the time to read that series to understand the full context of what is happening here.
The basic premise remains the same, however all but one of the names have been changed. Adrestia Rhamnousia, or "Dr. A," makes a repeat appearance in this story.
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This story begins where that series ends...
Tom Waters sat dejected at the table after Rachel left. He couldn't believe that he had allowed himself to be so humiliated in public by Dr. Castle, or whoever he really was, by Rachel, the widow of a man who literally put himself in harm's way to help him. What made it all worse was the guilt he felt by the fact that it was him who warned Castle. Had he not said anything, Jason might still be alive. But he thought that Castle would at least allow him to finally see his wife, Charlene by doing so.
Instead, he learned that he was nothing more than a thing to be toyed with by Castle and his harem, which now included his wife and the wife of the man he betrayed. Rachel had furthered the humiliation by making him masturbate in the public diner to completion.
He had to get away to think, to try and make sense of what he had unwittingly become part of. He paid his bill and went outside, finding a small park next to the street. He sat on a concrete bench and looked out at the little pond. He thought about the events that had led him to this point.
It started innocently enough. They visited the doctor, thinking he might help them get through some issues he thought they were having in the bedroom. For Tom, Charlene was God's gift to womanhood, perfect in every way with large breasts topping off a body most women would die for. Charlene was okay with their situation and had no problems, but went along to support her husband.
After the first visit, she was uncomfortable about going back, telling Tom that the doctor had stirred up feelings that scared her, but Tom insisted they continue seeing him. Dr. Castle gave Tim some pills to take twice a day. According to the doctor, Tom was over-stimulated mentally, but under-stimulated physically and the pills were allegedly meant to help mitigate that. Castle never gave him a prescription, but dispensed the pills in his office and never told him what they were called or what they contained.
It was much later that he learned they were actually made from the doctor's own semen, and that Charlene had actually participated in their making, by having sex with Castle. It was at that session that the doctor had injected Tom with a drug that paralyzed him completely, making him immobile as the doctor and his wife fucked right in front of him, humiliating and degrading him the whole time.
When they were finished, Castle put a bucket in Tom's lap and urinated on his face. As they left, Charlene dropped her wedding ring in the bucket of urine. The experience had a profound impact on Tom -- so much so that he ended up in prison for a couple months for assault, an assault that happened after someone mentioned therapy to help him relax and talk to women.
He spent some time looking for Castle and his wife, but was unsuccessful. It turned out there was no doctor by that name, nor was there anyone certified as a marriage counselor by that name. Eventually, Tom moved to the midwest, taking on a job as a courier. That's where he met and befriended Jason, his supervisor.
He told Jason his story and one day, Jason said he had located Castle somewhere in Arizona and that he had used his wife, Rachel as bait. Tom didn't like that, knowing what Castle was capable of, but Jason reassured him there was nothing to worry about. Rachel was a very beautiful woman, but nothing like Charlene. Still, Tom had reservations.
They set out for the southwest and located Castle, although he was using a different name. Tom wanted to kill the bastard for what he had done, but Jason took his gun in hopes of taking care of the man himself. Tom called the doctor and warned him, in hopes that Castle, or whoever he was at that time, would relent and let Charlene be with him again. That's when Jason suddenly went missing.
Much later, Rachel informed him that Castle had eliminated Jason, and made her part of his "harem." He also learned that Jason had been held for a time by local police. He realized there was no one on earth he could trust or turn to.
He buried his head in his hands and sobbed, hot, wet tears dripping off his face. "Please," he prayed silently, "God, anyone, please help me get justice." His meditation was suddenly interrupted by a female voice.
"Excuse me, sir, mind if I sit here?" the woman asked. Tom looked up to see a slender girl with cascading blonde hair over her shoulders. Dressed in jeans and a modest t-shirt, the girl looked to be in her early to mid-twenties. Probably a college girl, he thought. She was pretty in a girl-next-door way and her eyes twinkled as she smiled. She wasn't nearly as well-endowed as Charlene or Rachel, but she was well-proportioned. He motioned for her to sit on the bench and he moved over a bit, not wanting to crowd her space.
She studied him for a bit before speaking.
"If you'll let me, Tom Waters, I'd like to help you," she said quietly. He looked at her, surprised. What could this waif of a girl do, he asked himself. How did she know he was praying for help, and how did she know his name? He shook his head.
"There's no one on earth who can help me," he said quietly. She took his hand in hers. He felt a strange warmth start to spread through his body.
"I know," she said. He looked at her, surprised. She smiled, her eyes flashing. "Come with me." Suddenly, Tom found himself inside a small office filled with what looked like old books and files. He was sitting in an old chair that was surprisingly comfortable. The desk was overflowing with books but was also home to a computer with two large flat-screen monitors.
The girl was standing next to a credenza where she appeared to be making coffee or tea with a Keurig coffee maker.
"Where are we?" Tom asked. "How did we get here? Who are you?" He remembered his prayer. Could it be, he wondered... "Are you... God?" he asked. The girl turned around and laughed, her eyes sparkling.
"Oh, no, not hardly," she said, handing him a plain business card. "Trust me, I couldn't begin to handle all the paperwork he has to deal with," she said jokingly. He looked at the card. "Dr. Adrestia Rhamnousia," it read. What kind of a name was that, he wondered. He tried sounding out the name before she interrupted him.
"You can simply call me Dr. A, if you wish," she said. "Many of my friends do. I've been called many things over the years, like Nemesis or Tyr, but Dr. A will suffice." Nemesis? Tyr? What kinds of names were those, he wondered. She handed him a large mug of hot tea that had a refreshing citrus odor. "Please, drink up. It's a special tea blend given to me by an old friend and it's guaranteed to help relax you. Don't worry, it's safe, not like those pills Castle gave you."
Tom took a tentative sip and instantly felt a giddy warmth as the hot liquid went down his gullet. The sweet, citrus flavor tasted good and he took a longer drink. She smiled.
"See," she said. "I told you it would help."
"How do you know about the pills he gave me?" Tom asked. "What's going on?" She sat at her desk and took a drink from her mug.
