Siri was a psychotherapist, with qualifications in hypnotherapy. Jack came to her on a referral. His problem, he said, was a fetish for raping and humiliating pretty girls. Could she help him?
”We could try hypnotherapy?” she said. There was a look in her eyes that said she didn’t find him entirely unattractive.
“That sounds a bit intense,” he said. “Can I even *be* hypnotised?”
“Oh, anyone can,” she said enthusiastically. “I put myself into a suggestible trance all the time, when I’m studying.”
“Why don’t you show me how you do that?” he asked. “Just as a demonstration.”
She agreed, and went silent for a while, until her eyes glazed over.
“Siri,” he said. “Can you hear me?”
“Yes,” she said.
“Siri, I think you’re naturally a submissive. Are you naturally a submissive?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said, blushing a little, eyes still unfocused.
“Call me sir,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” she replied.
“I think when I walked into your office you were attracted to me, and wanted to serve me, is that right?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she said. “But I don’t want to admit to it. I’m supposed to be a feminist. I’m not supposed to want to serve men.”
“But you do want to, don’t you?” he asked her.
“Yessss…” she said slowly and longingly.
“And I think when I told you I like raping and humiliating pretty girls, you started to picture what it might be like if I raped and humiliated *you*. Is that right?”
“Yes, sir….” she said, her voice a humiliated moan.
“Do you want me to do that, Siri?” he asked.
“Yes, sir…” she breathed.
“Good girl,” he told her. “Now, when you come out of your trance, you’re going to forget we had this talk. And I’m going to rape you. And you’re going to struggle and think you don’t want to be raped, but your pussy will be wet, and you will cum when I do, and you won’t make any serious attempt to hurt me, or call for help, or escape, and afterwards you will tell nobody about it, but whenever you think about the rape, and you’re in a place where you’re alone or it might be embarrassing but it won’t damage your professional career, you’ll feel an immediate need to masturbate for 30 seconds and then lick your cunt juices off your fingers. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir ,” she said. Her face was flushed and her nipples were poking through her shirt.
“Will you do that?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she said.
“You can masturbate now if you want to,” he told her, and she immediately lifted her skirt, pushed aside the crotch of her panties to show her shaved, pouty, dripping cunt, and began to fingerfuck herself.
“Masturbating means you’re a slut who deserves to be raped,” he told her. “Only sluts who deserve to be raped masturbate. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she said, her blush bright crimson, still masturbating.
“Whenever you masturbate,” he told her, “you will always need to lick your fingers clean every 30 seconds. And whenever you taste your own cunt juices, you will feel a longing to taste and swallow my semen. That longing won’t go away, and it will intensify every time you taste your cunt juices.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, swapping hands, so she could lick the one that had been in her pussy clean.
“And here’s the part that will ruin your life,” he told her. “And you’re going to do it, because deep down you want to do it, and deep down you want me to fuck you up and make you a degraded irredeemable slut. You can come and visit me at any time – but I will only ever let you taste my cum if you bring another girl with you. And that girl will let me rape her, and never tell anyone. And she will be one of your patients. And she will only be suitable if she is a lesbian, a vocal feminist, or seeking counselling with you for a previous rape. I don’t care whether you use persuasion, blackmail, or hypnosis, but you will bring her to me and help me rape her. We will film it all, and you will use that footage to allow you to rape her yourself at each of your future appointments with her. And when I’m done fucking her and have ejaculated in her pussy, I will allow you to lick my cum out of her cunt, and clean my cock with your mouth.”
Siri moaned in horror – and then moments later, she orgasmed noisily, her fingers furious pumping in and out of her fuckhole and pinching her clitoris.
“Wake up now, Siri,” he told her.
Her eyes snapped open, and looked confused, as she struggled to remember what she had just been doing. He didn’t wait for her to get her bearings. He just stood up, walked over to her, slapped her across the face, and then stuffed his cock into her surprised mouth and began facefucking her, giving her the first taste of the cum that she would end up selling her soul to get more of…
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This could make a great series
Need a sequel!