All characters are over 18. This is the third mostly self-contained part of an ongoing series. This part is concluded.
The story centers around an unrealistic compulsive behavior, which leads to situations similar to mind control. There is very little actual nonconsent, but there is reluctance. There is perverted straight and lesbian sex, including piss.
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"Welcome back, Helen!" Susannah the therapist greeted her patient with a smile. "How do you want to start, today? Let's see... Did you enjoy the way we fucked you last weekend?"
Today was Friday, so a full work week had gone by since the buxom, well-exercised 47-year-old therapist and her gorgeous, rugged old husband had used this docile patient to satisfy every perverted sexual fantasy possible. Such weekends had become routine lately.
"I loved it," Helen responded. "I really did. I guess it's sick, but when I think back, everything you do to me feels beautiful!"
She was a cute, timid 27-year-old woman in therapy for some very particular compulsions. She needed to be touched in specific ways, and she needed to be told what to do while she was touched. The new relationship between the patient and couple was a very good compromise, giving everybody something they wanted. The younger woman trusted the older couple to keep her strange obsessions secret. To her, they were authority figures much the same as parents.
Of course, normal parents didn't fuck their daughters senseless every weekend, but beggars couldn't be choosers. Helen was at least happy to feel safe about the whole arrangement.
"Good," Susannah continued. "Come sit closer, so I can reach you!"
Susanna inspired confidence. She was tall and in very good shape for her age. Her face was very beautiful, and her breasts were straight-out imposing. She didn't give off a sexual impression as much as a strict one.
Helen's breasts might not have been as big, but they were more than big enough. They were definitely eye-catching, sporting constant stiff nipples under thin tops.
The therapist reached out, grabbing the patient's warm, soft tit flesh with both hands, massaging, while the younger woman responded with gasps of euphoria.
"You will behave for next week," Susannah instructed. "You will wake up every morning and go to work and feel happy about it. You will handle shopping and cleaning. You will eat properly and take care of your body."
"Oohh, thank you!" Helen gasped in ecstasy. "Mmmhh, I love you! Mmhh, I love doing this with you!"
This was all Helen needed. She was easily Susannah's least troublesome patient these days. Although, how this ecstasy actually worked was a mystery. The therapist suspected there were extraordinary levels of self-suggestion involved, and she was exploring how far the susceptible young woman could push her mental state with the help of touch. So far, there were no limits. Helen obeyed every instruction without thought or hesitation. In fact, Susannah had a new experiment prepared for this weekend.
"So how do you feel about this new therapy?" she inquired. "When we overstimulate you all weekend?"
"I'm happy all the time," Helen replied with a dreaming voice. "I wish we could go on this way forever. I would only meet you guys and people at work until I forgot all my stupid worries."
There were hints of a lustful and almost evil smile on the therapist's face as she offered up a counter-suggestion.
"That's good, but..." she drew out on it. "I'm thinking of modifying your therapy. You could help me with some other patients. You're an opportunity, Helen. You understand the temptation, right? To keep exploiting you?"
Helen was visibly startled at the mention of other patients. What did her therapist mean?
Susannah explained that many patients could benefit from secret, risk-free interaction with a friendly young woman. The most obvious examples were young men with sexual insecurities. Sure, some might be too self-absorbed for treatment, but it could be a feather in her cap to help just a few. And, it would almost be wrong of Helen not to offer herself up for those in need, wouldn't it?
"What... what?" Helen asked, unable to mask the worry in her voice.
Susannah smiled back with the confidence of a woman in complete control of the situation. It started to become apparent that this whole exchange had been a trap.
She had already arranged for a session with 3 young and very inexperienced men. It had been difficult to put it all together, but now it was happening.
"But, I don't want to see new people," Helen protested. "Therapy is going fine, right? Why do you want this?"
"Yeah, it's not fair," Susannah admitted. "To be honest, I just came up with the plan while I was fucking my husband. He and I both get off on... some games. And using you for games is incredibly hot, Helen."
Susannah intended to film the whole thing. And the young men had all agreed to be filmed after her promise to keep the recordings confidential. Helen made a last attempt to negotiate her way out of this, but Susannah barely listened.
"I'm going to do this because it turns me on, Helen," she declared. "Actually, my cunt is a sloppy mess now just from talking about it! Come closer, and I'll show you!"
Helen tried to gather her thoughts. She knew she was one simple titty touch away from losing her free will and any control; this was her last chance to refuse and walk away. But refusing could ruin many things. She still wanted Susannah's help. It was still better to trust Susannah, wasn't it? It was best not to think. So, Helen stopped her stupid thinking and leaned forward in submission once more. Then, she felt the wonderful hand on her tit.
"Does it feel better?" Susannah asked while her patient gasped and panted in relief. "Do you want to hear details while you lick my cunt clean with that hot little patient-mouth of yours?"
Susannah was fascinated, studying the beauty of her patient's face in sexual ecstasy with tears trickling down the cheeks.
"Oohh, pleease," Helen panted, begging for more touch. "I'll do anything! Oohhh, I love you! I really do! Please, tell me what to do!"
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The deed was scheduled for the following day. Helen's instructions said the therapy office would be prepared after lunch, and she returned obediently at 1 AM, knocking on the door, opening it nervously. Her mind was still a confused blur after yesterday's therapy, and she had no real perception of what to expect at this point.
Inside, the usual work desk was pushed into a corner, and instead there was a massage table at the center of the floor. There was a bucket and a mop and other assorted items, including a toothbrush and a strange douche-like contraption.
There was something menacing about how well-prepared the room appeared to be for activities to come.
She took a few careful steps inside and finally looked up at the three guys waiting for her.
Two were lanky, and one was a bit overweight. They were about her age or possibly a few years younger. They all had hair in different shades of dark. One had longer hair and some music t-shirt outside a pair of jeans, and the overweight one had a very boring oversized t-shirt. The one who seemed most out of place was dressed in a shirt and a pair of khakis.
