Dr Imeldas Radical Approach

Case Report 48392/15 Sep 2013

Patient Name: Peter Garner

Crime: Convicted of nine counts of rape and three counts of anal sodomy

Family History: Unknown

Legal Status: Incarcerated. Currently serving 30 years to life in Welden Penitentiary

IQ: 137

Dr. Imelda Lopez clinched her fist into her palm as she read the file of Peter Garner. She had treated a lot of men with similar records, but Garner was different. She closed the folder, got up from her desk and went to the window for some fresh air. She was thirty-five years old and her eight years working as a psychologist for the California prison system had taught her two things: The first was that most violent criminals had no desire to change, the second was that only radical therapy had any impact on them.

In a few minutes she would be face to face with a dangerous criminal. She tried to mentally prepare herself for the psychological battle that would follow. After a few more minutes she took a deep breath, gathered her paraphernalia into her briefcase and started out for the maximum security block.

As she proceeded through the building she had a quiet air of determination about her. Her gaze was fixed and stern, though she did acknowledge acquaintances she passed. She had been blessed with a bountiful bosom and rear end, the latter of which flexed powerfully beneath her skirt as she walked.

She passed through a security checkpoint and then headed down the hall to the counseling rooms. She stopped at a door that had a guard posted next to it and then entered. The room had no windows and was furnished with only a desk and a single bench seat. On the bench seat sat a man in his early thirties. He was shackled at the wrists and ankles and chained to the floor. He had blonde hair with sideburns that framed a mean-looking face. He leered at her as she walked past him.

"Good morning, Mr. Garner. My name is Dr. Imelda Lopez. I'm going to be your new therapist." she announced in a business-like way.

The prisoner, having watched nothing but her ass as she made her introduction, then spoke.

"Wow, Really! Lucky me!" he replied.

Imelda Lopez took a seat at the desk and opened her briefcase.

"Doctor Nelson informs me you're receiving counseling for anger issues?" she inquired as she retrieved her paperwork.

"Really?" Garner chuckled, "I thought they were sex issues."

Dr. Lopez looked at him scornfully over her reading glasses.

"Do you consider rape, sex?" she retorted.

"If she's wet and I'm hard it's all good!" the prisoner sloganized.

She had seen his type before; the posturing jackass. But she would soon break through this arrogant, little persona of his. She stood up and slowly walked the length of the room, making sure he had a good view of all her voluptuousness.

"Okay, let's get under way then. Do you remember your first sexual experience?" she asked.

"Wow, straight to the sex! No foreplay?" he joked.

"You should be used to that." she quipped flatly, "Now, back to the question.

He looked up to the ceiling and grinned.

"Sure, I'll never forget it. Mom was a great lay!" he replied.

"So you identify sex with your mother?"

"Wow Doc! Now who's getting strange here!"

"Where you a momma's boy?"

He flashed a fierce glance at her and then recovered his smile.

"As much as you were a daddy's girl."

"You seem defensive."

"That's funny, most women find me of-fensive."

"But not your mother."

"Especially my mother!" he answered automatically before realizing he'd revealed himself.

"I see..." she said, as she made a note on her chart and walked back to the desk.

"Does it threaten you when women are in control?"

"No, I love it when a bitch is on top." he sneered.

I see, so if I removed my clothes right now you wouldn't be threatened?"

"Hell no! I'd be throwing twenties at you!

Is that why you liked to rape dancers and other women you could objectify?"

"Like I told the judge, Doc, I'm a misunderstood man."

"But don't you ever miss the thrill of having a woman completely under your control?"

She walked around to the front of the desk and removed her suit jacket. Garner's eyes got big as he finally saw the full scope of her breasts beneath her blouse. Then she walked towards him with authority in her gait. She stopped and struck a pose in front of him, legs apart, hands atop her broad hips.

"You like what you see?" she asked him.

His eyes took a long drink of her. He wanted to howl in excitement, but he stopped himself.

"Well I wouldn't kick you out of bed." he replied with feigned indifference.

She turned and bent over for him, her hands on her knees, shifting her ass from side to side. Garner's eyes ate her up.

"How bout now?" she asked again as she turned back to see his reaction.

"Oh Doc, if this is your idea of therapy, sign me up for a lifetime membership!" he cracked, his face now showing a little less control.

She stood up straight again and removed her heels. Then she turned and sat down on the desk as she pulled one of her stocking-covered legs up to her body and then raised it into the air.

"You're not a foot man are you?" she asked, as she held her leg up with one hand and pointed her foot.

"I'll fuck your feet or anything else you got, Doc." he replied, an edgy anger returning to his voice.

As she sat there flexing her raised foot she saw that his eyes had now gone between her legs. She let her leg come back down and then climbed up onto the desk itself until she had reached a standing position. She unbuttoned her blouse slowly as she gazed down at him, revealing a bosom that was barely contained by her double D bra. She cupped her hands beneath each of her breats and pushed them together.

"Or are you a tit man?" she continued.

"If you can fuck it, I like it." he replied, trying to control himself but unable to stop devouring her with his eyes.

Then she unlatched her skirt and let it fall to her feet. The full power of her physical form was now revealed to him. She possessed the thighs of a cyclist and the carved abdomen of a belly dancer. She stepped out of the skirt and in a single motion kicked her leg up to a fixed position over her head.

"Wow Doc, this is quite a show! How did you know I like flexible bitches?"

"Oh I did my homework. I know all about you." she said looking down on him coolly.

"Yeah, like those dancers I fucked." he replied, "I loved to put those strong, flexible legs of theirs over my shoulders as I rode them knowing they were completely stretched and unable to kick or resist anymore. I loved to feel those feet of theirs wagging helplessly next to my face as I took them deep!"

Dr. Lopez came out of her stretch and squatted down to her briefcase in a single, graceful motion. She removed a whip from it and then stepped back to the floor.

"But now you're the one who's powerless." she told him, "So powerless that you can be beaten by a naked woman."

"Whoa Doc! Now you're talkin'!" he blurted excitedly.

She walked over to where he was sitting and circled behind him.

"You know, technically, you're not quite naked yet, Doc." he quipped, looking over his shoulder.

She stood behind him and pushed the whip into his back, moving it up his spine slowly. Then she cracked it suddenly. Garner flinched. The guard outside reacted to the sound as well, but he was under strict orders not to re-enter the room until the red light over the door went on or the safety word was shouted.

"Don't worry," Dr. Lopez assured him, "we'll get to that part."

She moved the whip up Garner's back a second time and then snapped it again. He flinched, but not as much as he had initially. She seemed pleased with these responses. She sashayed back to her briefcase and removed a laptop from it. She set it up on the desk in front of him.