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 six 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
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Sara was home from work, lying on top of her own bed with her black dress pants unzipped, her legs spread, and her hand inside her black satin panties. Her eyes were closed, lost in her own fantasy world as she violently masturbated her clit with her quick-moving fingertips.
"OHGOD!!! OHGOD!!!!" Sara cried out as she started to come, her hips involuntarily giving little pumps off the mattress as if she was fucking someone.
With her other hand, Sara pulled up her sky blue top and undid the front closure of the black satin bra she had worn today, freeing her tits as they pushed forward, demanding her attention.
"AAHH!!!!" Sara gasped as she grabbed one of her nipples and began pulling and pinching and tweaking it in search of more pleasure.
"OH FUCK!!!" Sara laid her head back as her clit-torturing fingertips blurred faster and faster across her erect and throbbing nub.
Sara had been masturbating a lot lately. Ever since her supervisor, Angie, fucked her at a party last week, Sara seemed to be in a constant state of arousal, almost as if her sexual conditioning from Doctor Boone was active all the time.
"OH FUCK!!! OH FUCK!!!!!" Sara was writhing on the bed as her hand went into overdrive, brushing across her clit in unbelievable desperation.
"OHGOD!!!! FUCK YES!!!!!" Sara screamed at the ceiling as she came hard...again.
This was the fifth time she had made herself orgasm today. Once this morning in the shower, and three times throughout the day at her digital marketing job. Sara had never pleasured herself at work before, but she was so horny and desperate for release...
...constantly.
Why was it happening?
Sara had to ask Angie for a break at three different times today so she could go make herself come. She would hide in a supply room, unzip her pants, and use a tiny clit vibrator she had started carrying around in her purse. The vibrator was very quiet, but Sara still had to struggle to keep from screaming when she came. The climaxes were much more intense than usual, and Sara wasn't sure why. She just knew she couldn't think about anything else except her next orgasm.
Finally, Sara asked Angie if she could just go home early. Angie smiled and told her it was fine. There was a gleam in her supervisor's eye though, and Sara wondered if Angie knew what was going on.
During the drive home, Sara had one hand on the wheel and the other inside her panties touching herself. As soon as she walked through her door, she threw her purse down, kicked off her black high heels, and crawled onto her bed.
"Fuck, I'm so horny!" Sara said to herself as she hurried to unzip her pants and start masturbating. Within seconds she was wanking herself as if her life depended on it...again.
Fifteen minutes and four orgasms later, Sara was still just as horny. The contractions of her pussy muscles were wonderful, and her gorgeous body twitched spastically with every release. Sara screamed at the ceiling each time she came, but it didn't help. Seconds after she made herself orgasm, her pussy was instantly ready for another one.
Something was wrong.
"Why is this happening?" Sara thought to herself as she fell back on her pillow trying to catch her breath, "has something gone wrong with my conditioning?"
The young woman's mind raced with what could possibly be happening to her. Quickly, Sara got off the bed and walked into the main room to get her phone from her purse.
"Doctor Boone?" Sara talked as she heard her therapist answer the phone, "hi, this is Sara."
"Hello Sara," Doctor Boone said calmly, as if he were expecting her call, "what can I do for you?"
"I...need to come see you," Sara answered, "it's...an emergency."
"That's quite alright, Sara," Doctor Boone replied, "I'll be free in about an hour."
Sara sighed in relief.
"Oh, that's great, I'll be there. Thank you so much."
Sara was so focused on getting some answers to her predicament that she didn't notice her right hand had been rubbing her clit the entire time.
"An hour..." Sara thought to herself.
Boone's office was only fifteen minutes away...
Not even taking the time to return to the bedroom, Sara quickly laid back on her dining table, spread her legs wide, and thrust both hands into her panties.
"OOOOOOHHHHH FUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!!" Sara screamed at the ceiling as one hand flittered across her erect clit while the other thrust two fingers inside her warm wet pussy, stroking her g-spot with unrelenting urgency.
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An hour later, Sara was in Doctor Boone's office sitting on his therapy couch...the same couch where she had been sexually conditioned to enjoy being raped, and then was immediately raped by Doctor Boone himself. It was the first time she had ever been taken forcefully without feeling the guilt and shame that came with being a rape victim.
Sara had thought about it a lot over the past few weeks.
"Victim" wasn't even the right word anymore. Without the shame and guilt, Sara didn't feel like a victim. The closest term she could come up with was "rape participant".
"Is there such a thing?" Sara had asked herself that question many times since she last sat on Doctor Boone's couch.
But now...
"Doctor, you've got to help me," Sara said softly but with a tone of desperation.
"What's wrong, Sara?" Doctor Boone asked, noticing the outline of Sara's erect nipples poking through her top.
"I think something has gone wrong with my conditioning," Sara explained, "it seems like it's active all the time. I'm constantly on the verge of an orgasm, and when I make myself come, it doesn't help. I'm still just as horny. My nipples, my clit, my g-spot, they're all so sensitive to the slightest touch. It's driving me crazy!"
Boone raised his eyebrows.
"Who was the last person to activate your conditioning?"
Sara looked sheepishly at her therapist, not entirely sure if she wanted to share that information.
"My...my supervisor...Angie."
"Did she rape you?" Doctor Boone asked as if it was the most casual question in the world.
Sara moistened her lips as she confessed.
"Yes."
"Then what happened?"
Sara thought a moment.
"I feel asleep on Angie's bed. I was so exhausted. I remember feeling my arousal levels go back to normal though, before I lost consciousness."
Doctor Boone jotted down some final notes and put his pad down.
"Okay, Sara," Boone responded, "I think we can get to the bottom of this. I'm going to need to restrain you in your 'rape position' though."
Sara straightened her posture on the sofa.
"But..."
"It's the only way, Sara," Boone interrupted, "we have to recreate the conditions as close as possible."
