Doug was having difficulty getting his practice as a psychologist and hypnotherapist started. He didn’t have enough clients, and his tendency to ask probing – and somewhat creepy – questions about the sexuality of his female clients meant that many clients never came back.
He tried to drum up business by offering free “mental health checkups” through the local colleges and universities. Even if they didn’t make much money, he loved getting beautiful young girls, aged between 18 and 25, into his office, and asking them about their sexual fantasies.
But when he got beautiful young big-titted blonde Sophia Bushen in his office, he knew that he had to go further. Especially when she told him, awkwardly, that she suspected her father, who she still lived with, was sexually attracted to her.
He immediately told her we was going to take her into a trance – ostensibly to help her with the stresses about her college work she had previously discussed. To his delight, he found that she was one of those lucky girls who could fall into a deep, suggestible trance with very little work on his part.
“You are very sexually confused,” he told her. “You have slutty thoughts. You don’t know what you want. You are dirty and messed-up. You need regular psychological help to fix you.”
“Yes,” she purred, drowsily. To some extent, she already believed this, as so many girls her age did.
“You trust me,” he told her. “You trust me completely. I’m the only one who can help you. I’m the only one who can fix you. You need me. You need my hypnosis. You need my advice. You can tell me anything. You need to be honest with me so I can fix you. No matter how humiliating or embarrassing it is, you can tell me. You must tell me.”
“Yes,” she purred.
“Your father wants to fuck you,” he told her. “And it’s your fault. Your big tits made your father want to fuck you. Your slutty behaviour made your father want to fuck you. It’s your fault. You give him mixed signals. It’s not your father’s fault . He can’t help himself because of the way you behave. You make him want to fuck you. You do it deliberately.”
“No…” she moaned, trying to resist the thought.
Dough knew that if she really didn’t believe this idea, she would reject it. But she was young, and sexually confused, and he suspected at some level, she did believe what he was saying.
“Yes,” he told her. “You have big slutty tits. You act like a whore around your father. You cocktease him. You know this. It’s true, isn’t it?”
There was a pause, and then…
“Yes,” she sighed.
“That’s how you behave,” he told her. “You can’t stop yourself. For everything you do to try to discourage your father from fucking you, you can’t help doing something that sends the opposite message. You’re aware you’re doing it, but you can’t stop yourself. You encourage your father.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You will encourage your father to fuck you,” he said. “You will send mixed signals. And when he responds, you won’t complain, you won’t tell anyone, you won’t tell him it’s wrong, will you?”
“No,” she whispered.
“And when you return to me to tell me what’s happened, you will be ashamed of your slutty behaviour, and you will have to do something slutty with me, to punish yourself, won’t you?” he added.
“Yes,” she purred. “Yes…”
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When she returned to him a week later she was practically in tears.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I know… I know it’s slutty, but… can I show you my tits? I don’t want to. I’m so embarrassed. But… I don’t deserve to have therapy like a normal girl. I need to be punished. I’d feel so humiliated if I showed you my tits…”
He smiled and told her it was fine to strip down to the waist, and he conducted the rest of the session with her topless. He made no secret of staring at her tits, which obviously humiliated her – but also seemed to satisfy her.
She talked about how she had been trying to wear less revealing clothes at home, to discourage her father’s interest. She had selected baggy sweaters and long skirts.
And then, at dinner, wearing her shapeless clothes, she had found herself starting a conversation about incest.
“Is it really so bad for a father to fuck his daughter?” she had heard herself say. “Especially if she’s attractive, or has big tits. He has to be around her all the time. Is it his fault if she makes his cock hard? And if she’s living in his house and not paying rent, I feel like maybe she owes him something anyway.”
Her father had blushed, and coughed awkwardly, and the conversation went no further, but the damage had been done.
The next night she had gone out with friends, desperate to avoid another dinner like that. But she had dressed up in sexy clubwear, and she had found herself posing outside her house to take a flattering photo of herself, and then sending it to her father. And at the club, she had found herself drunkenly kissing her female friends, and photographing it, and sending those photographs to her father too.
She had tried to be cold and distant with her father, to provide some separation between them – and then at bedtime, she had gone to him, dressed only in a thin nightie, and she had kissed him – on the lips – with tongue. Like a whore.
“Good night, daddy,” she had said in her best sexy-baby voice. “I love you.”
Following these confessions, Doug took Sophia back into a trance, and deepened her shame and guilt about everything she had done, and reinforced the ideas that she would not complain about her father’s behaviour, and that she would send slutty mixed signals whenever she tried to discourage his interest.
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At her third session, she insisted on stripping nude completely and spreading her legs so that Doug could stare at her cunt. He suggested he take some photos of her, to deepen her humiliation and punishment, and she agreed.
Her continuing attempts to dissuade her father’s interest in her had only led to another discussion at dinner.
“I feel like a lot of girls secretly want to be raped,” she had said. “It’s a game for them. They say one thing with their mouths, and another thing with their bodies.”
“I’m not sure if that’s right…” her father had offered.
“Well, I know I think it’s sexy,” she heard herself say. “Being forced by someone – particularly someone forbidden… someone I shouldn’t want… I’d struggle, but I’d want it so much… do you think a man would enjoy raping me, daddy?”
There was a long silence before her father said, “Yes, baby, I think he would.”
Later the same night she had made an attempt to fix things. She had confronted her father in the corridor.
“Dad, I know I’ve been acting strangely lately,” she said, “and saying weird things. I’ve just… been going through something recently. I don’t really mean it. I don’t really want… I mean, you’re my father, and I’m your daughter, and I would never… do you understand what I’m saying?”
That might have been effective. It might have brought her father back to his senses. Except that as she spoke, her hand reached out, and began to rub the crotch of his pants. She couldn’t stop herself. She could feel his cock rapidly stiffening at the touch of her hand.
And when he opened his mouth to reply, she leaned forward and tongue-kissed him again.
It was, perhaps, no surprise when her father took the initiative on their next encounter. Two nights later, Sophia had been showering in the bathroom, and had just finished. She was stepping out of the shower, when her father pushed the bathroom door open and stepped in.
“Dad!” she squealed. “I’m in here! Get out!”
It might have been his honest mistake. It might not have been.
But instead of covering her body with a towel, or with her hands, Sophia felt herself shifting her stance to spread her legs, cupping her tits with one hand, and using the other to spread her pussy lips open to her father’s gaze.
He looked at her a good long time – which might have been shock, or lust – before turning and leaving.
The next morning at breakfast she told her father to please be careful about not walking in on her when she was in the bathroom.
But that night when she showered she found herself leaving the bathroom door open, and the shower door, and all her father had to do to see her nude was to walk past in the hallway. Which he did, several times.
Doug took Sophia into trance and deepened her shame and her guilt, and reinforced her “mixed signals” instructions.
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At her fourth session, Sophia stripped nude and begged Doug to spank her cunt, which he did, and then he suggested she should suck his cock as well. Sophia’s lips were soft, and her mouth was warm, and she was really a very good cocksucker. He sighed with happiness as he pumped his cum down her innocent young throat.
Sophia’s father had begun kissing her, of his own initiative in the mornings and evenings. When Sophia twisted her head and tried to pull away, she found her hand reaching for his cock, stroking it through his pants. And when he finally forced her lips against his, she would slip her hand into the waistband of his pants, into his underwear, to grip his hard dick directly, squeezing it in encouragement as he explored his daughter’s mouth with his tongue.
She tried to tell him not to look at her that way – not to stare at her tits – and then she immediately undermined that by stripping down to her underwear and walking around the house in lingerie.
On one night her father suggested they watch an erotic thriller together. Eager to not encourage him, Sophia told him no – so her father suggested that Sophia pick the movie instead.
To her horror, Sophia found herself Googling hardcore incest porn on the lounge room smart TV. Then she sat in her father’s lap, grinding her ass against his hard cock, as they watched fathers and daughters fucking and sucking.
At some point Sophia felt a wetness against her ass, and she realised she had made her father ejaculate into his pants.
She did her best to not acknowledge it, or mention it. Saying something would make it real. She kept grinding.
Doug just took her into trance again, deepening her shame, and ensuring that very soon she would cocktease her father into fucking her.
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It happened before her fifth session. She stripped nude when she arrived in Doug’s office, but deferred her punishment because she was so eager to confess that she had fucked her father.
She had made one last attempt to tell her father she didn’t want to fuck him. She had sat him down on the couch to explain that she was just confused and that she didn’t really want incestuous sex. It didn’t help that she was wearing see-through underwear for this conversation, or that she knelt at his feet to speak, or that she pulled his cock out of his pants and masturbated him as she spoke, his dick pointed at her face and tits.
When she started to beg him to please, please, please, not rape her, he had reached orgasm, spattering her face and breasts with his cum. And Sophia had felt herself leaning forward, unable to stop, taking her father’s cock into her mouth, and sucking it clean.
He raped her the next day. He came into her bedroom as she was changing, catching her completely nude, and he had pushed her down on the bed. She had struggled and kicked, but at the same time she was grinding her body against him, and nothing she did had any real chance of hurting him or freeing her.
“No,” she moaned. “Please, daddy, no.” But her nipples were erect, and her cunt was wet, and when she felt her father’s dick slide into her fuckhole, she began to buck wildly against it, overcome with an animal need to fuck her father.
Her father had slapped her, and when she responded only with an animal noise of lust, he slapped her again, and fucked her harder, and she orgasmed. Then she orgasmed again, and again, every shuddering expression of her lust acting as encouragement to her father to rape her harder.
In her mind she knew that her reaction to this abuse was ensuring that it would happen again, and again. She would be her father’s fuckdoll now. He would use her body whenever he wanted – and she would keep encouraging him.
That thought gave her another orgasm, and then she had another when she felt her father ejaculate inside her.
“And how do you feel about this?” asked Doug, in his office.
“So ashamed,” said Sophia. “And at least partly because… it felt so good. I’ve never been able to give myself orgasms like that, with my hand, or a vibe. Being raped by my father… was the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Good girl,” said Doug. “And now you need to be punished, right?”
She nodded.
And so Doug got up, and grabbed her by the hair, and slapped her, and forced his cock first into her mouth, and then later, after he’d slapped her again and flipped her over his couch, he pushed it into her ass. She was crying, the little father-fucking slut, and that just made it hotter.
Fuck money. This was why he wanted to be a psychologist. It was the best feeling in the world, to have fucked up this beautiful slut’s life, and to use her like an object to cum into.
He had another teen patient coming next week who was going to talk about a sexual assault. He could put her in trance, and send her back to her abuser. He had another girl who was dealing with sexual harassment at her secretarial job. It was time for her to start sending mixed signals too, he thought.
When he was done with fucking Sophia, he put her back in a trance. It was time for her to encourage her father to be harsher and crueller and more degrading with her…
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