The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is part two of a story that deals with several concepts that some people may find uncomfortable such as: forced pleasure, control over another person, sexual power play, and non-consent. There is no physical abuse, unwanted pain, or violence involved but if you are uncomfortable with the premise of non-consent in a fantasy then please consider reading another story instead of this one. Also remember that in real life, rape and non-consensual sex are wrong. This story is FICTION and does not condone the actions of the characters in real life situations. Again, this is a FANTASY so just have fun reading. -- xoxo Daphne
"Doctor Boone?" Sara asked softly, knocking on his office door.
"Yes, Sara," came his calm voice, "come in."
Sara glided inside her therapist's consulting office and closed the door, her black high heels silent as she stepped onto the carpet.
Sara worked at a digital marketing company specializing in webpage design and online purchasing. At age 24, Sara was moving up in the company fairly quickly for two reasons: she was very good at her job...and she was scorching hot.
Sara's beautiful dirty blonde hair was very soft and came down to her shoulders. Her eyes were amazingly blue and stared hypnotically through a pair of thin-rimmed glasses. Her lips were soft and full, perfect for kissing, and her voice had a melodious, almost childlike tone to it.
Sara's dark secret though, was that she had been raped five years ago by two college guys during her freshman year. She had felt all the shame and guilt that came with such a traumatic experience. To her dismay though, Sara realized she had also enjoyed it.
Now, her therapist had offered Sara a way for her to experience her rape fantasies without guilt, shame, or danger. It was the most bizarre idea Sara had ever heard, but over the past few days, she found herself considering it.
Now, here she was in her therapist's office, getting ready to turn her darkest fantasy into reality. At least she felt comfortable confiding in Doctor Boone. He was always really sweet and compassionate, not to mention cute. She had thought so when she first saw him several months ago.
It took a little while at home to decide what outfit to put on today. After all, what does one wear to a "sexual conditioning session" as Doctor Boone had referred to it?
Sara chose a breezy, thin fabric, one-piece, black top and pants with a lovely peach and white floral print. The top had short puffy sleeves and her shoulders were completely bare. The pants came down to her ankles and had a cloth belt around her waist tied in a bow. Her black high heels and black-rimmed glasses added extra sophistication to her look.
"Have a seat on the couch, Sara." Doctor Boone gestured towards his small sofa that was more like a love seat than a full couch.
Sara walked over to the sofa and sat down, her perky breasts bouncing freely under her shoulderless top. She was hesitant, even a little nervous, but she reminded herself that this was something she wanted to do.
Doctor Boone handed Sara a clipboard with a document and pen attached.
"If you will just sign this waiver consenting to the conditioning session."
Sara moistened her lips as she read over the form.
"Are you sure this is going to work?" Sara asked softly, peering at Doctor Boone over the top of her glasses.
"If you commit to it, yes," Doctor Boone replied, "I'm not going to lie to you though. It's going to require you to do some very intimate things in front of me, and if you resist the treatment then it won't work. You have to want it."
Sara took a deep breath and signed the waiver.
"I want it," Sara handed the form back to Doctor Boone.
"Okay then," Doctor Boone said, placing the form on his desk and sitting down in a chair across from Sara, "just try and relax."
Over the next half hour, Doctor Boone gradually put Sara into a dream-like state of semi-consciousness, her eyes now closed and her mind now open to hypnotic suggestion.
"Sara," Doctor Boone said softly, "can you still hear me?"
Sara nodded, her head lowered.
"I want you to go back in your mind to your freshman year in college."
Sara nodded again.
"You are at a fraternity house party, being carried into a bedroom and placed on a mattress by two college guys."
Sara moistened her lips nervously.
"One is pinning your wrists to the mattress above your head. The other is unbuttoning your dress."
"Um hmm," Sara breathed deeply, her braless mounds rising and falling in her bare shoulder top.
"Tell me what happened next," Doctor Boone instructed.
Sara shifted uncomfortably as she spoke.
"He...he took off my dress while his friend held me down."
"Then what, Sara?"
The young girl moistened her lips again.
"He unhooked the clasp of my bra..."
"From the back?"
"No," Sara's innocent voice answered, "it was a front-closure bra."
"Show me," Doctor Boone ordered.
Reliving her experience, Sara put her hands between her breasts and mimed unhooking her bra. Then, placing her hands on her actual bare shoulder top, Sara slowly pushed it down to her waist, allowing her perfectly perky breasts to spill out and bounce freely.
Doctor Boone stared at his patient's young beautiful tits as they were displayed for him. They were even more perfect than he had imagined. He watched in awe as Sara's breasts rose and feel hypnotically with her deep breathing, her erect nipples making their presence known.
Boone sighed wistfully. He knew resisting the temptation to take advantage of this situation was going to be tough, but actually seeing Sara's marvelous breasts was testing the limits of his self-control.
"What...did you feel at the time?" Boone asked, trying to regain his professionalism.
"I...felt...helpless." Sara said softly, "he was taking off my clothes and I couldn't stop him."
"What happened next?"
Sara gently bit her lower lip.
"He...slid my panties down my legs and took them off."
Doctor Boone's cock was as hard as steel.
"Show me."
Sara nodded and untied her cloth belt. Then, shifting her hips from side to side, she pushed the rest of her outfit down past her waist, the fabric falling to the floor. Placing her hands on the sides of her black satin panties, Sara slid her pussy's only protection over the curves of her shapely rear and down her legs. Sara moistened her lips nervously as her panties fell silently to the floor to join the rest of her outfit. Stepping out of her clothes in her black high heels, Sara tossed them aside and waited for whatever was coming next.
"Mygod," Doctor Boone couldn't help saying out loud as he took in the vision before him. His patient, Sara, was on his office couch completely nude except for her black heels and black-rimmed glasses while she was sub-consciously reenacting her rape.
"What happened to you next, Sara?"
"Then," Sara sounded so vulnerable, "he spread my legs as wide as they would go."