Therapeutic Torture [Minnie & Danielle]

I feel pretty pathetic as I walk up the driveway the doctor's office. I've never needed psychological help before, so this is a real blow to my self esteem. I'm usually in control and in charge of my life, so when something goes wrong, or isn't working the way it's supposed to, I just hate it. I hate this problem that I have, this block which takes away all my sexual joy. My sexual life is one of my most important outlets, and so when I can't get what I need, I go slightly crazy. I become irrational and irritable, like I'm having PMS or something. I'm super aroused all the time, but whenever I touch myself or have sex, it doesn't feel good, and I just get bored and frustrated.

I still manage to look my best though. My face looks fresh and clean, like I always make sure that it does, and I always pick clothes which shows off my body. Well, what there is to show off, that is. I'm wearing a deep-necked tank top which sits snugly against my modest bust. I always like to show cleavage, what little of it there is. This might be because I'm insecure about the size of my chest, but I like it just the same. It's very deep, and very inappropriate for a meeting like this, but I don't give a fuck. I want to look pretty and sexy, and I don't care what anyone thinks about it. I'm also wearing cargo mini-shorts, exposing most of my creamy legs. For shoes, I use black-and-white Allstars.

I ring the doorbell, and hold my purse insecurely with both hands before me, like I'm clutching onto something safe in this new environment, and wait for the doctor to come to the door.

Rebecca put a length of duct tape over the ballgag shoved in the blonde captive's mouth.....
"the gag should keep you quiet," she said as she wrapped 2 rows of tape around the struggling girl's jaw, sealing her mouth shut.."but you see, I have a new client coming any time now and we can't let her hear you screaming, now can we?"

She tied more cord around the captive's crotch, making it impossible for the girl to push out the invader, a 2 foot long vibrating dildo, imbedded deep inside her cunt. A pool had already collected on the floor between the girl's bound legs.....she was suspended from the ceiling by her wrists, a spreaderbar locked to her ankles keeping her legs apart.

Rebecca rushed upstairs, locked the basement door and went to the bedroom, hurriedly checking her face and clothes. She wore a white traditional doctor's lab coat, her name tag and a couple pens in her pocket along with a stethescope, all of which was there merely for show. Her business as a therapist working from home kept her financially able to not have to work in hospitals anymore....besides as a Therapist for women only it allowed her to continue kidnapping young girls like the beauty struggling downstairs.

Come in," Rebecca said with a warm smile....."My name is Dr Rebecca Williams, you can call me Rebecca if you wish....your'e
my new client, I presume?"

Rebecca took a quick evaluation of the girl....she was young, cute short shorts showing off some very nice legs and a cute little set of tits......

I waited on the steps for a bit, but it felt like an hour, out there by myself. I've never been good at being alone, even for small amounts of time, which is partially why I always have a boyfriend (or two). The nervousness in my gut only increases as I'm forced to wait. I'm not looking forward to tell this stranger about my sex life, and about my unusual, embarassing problem. Not being able to orgasm, or get any joy from sex, was like not being a woman anymore, and admitting this to anyone was humiliating. Which was why I haven't told a soul yet. I haven't said the words out loud. I haven't confided in a single soul. Which is why this is so much more difficult for me.

When the doctor finally shows up, I almost jump. It looks like there's a scared little rabbit standing on your porch, frozen, but ready to jump away at the first sign of danger. I clear my throat and conjure forth a smart smile for you. "Yeah, I guess I am. It looks like the right place at least, with you being a doctor and all. I'm Annabelle Short, but everyone calls me Annie," I say, and for some reason I decide to step forward and give you an awkward hug. Our bodies press against each other for a brief moment, before I pull away. Stupid. Why did I have this weird compulsion to hug everyone? She's my doctor, not my bestie. Stupid, stupid, stupid, I kept calling myself in my head as I stepped inside your house. "Uh, shoes on on or off?" I ask, standing ready to bend down and unwrap them off my feet.

Rebecca waves the girl in. "so...Annie, then? fine, just fine...oh, and do whatever feels right, shoes on or off....I always want my clients to feel as comfortable as possible here, that's why I have my office here at home....less of that impersonal, aseptic hospital feeling, you know?"
The doorway opened up into a living room....cozy, a little fireplace in one corner, stone and redwood paneling throughout....one wall is glass with a beautiful view of the elevated back porch with a vast expanse of a huge yard with pine trees...a victorian couch and 3 comfortable chairs with a circular small table completed the picture.
"Pick wherever you wish to sit and relax," the doctor said. "would you like something to drink?"

Suddenly, a thud....a noise that wasn't loud but just audible enough that only Rebecca seemed to hear.
"I'll be right back," she said and made a polite but hasty exit down the hall and down to the basement....

The blonde had somehow managed to twist her body and dislodge the vibrating dildo from her pussy, despite the cord wrapped around her crotch.
"damn," Rebecca muttered...."stupid bitch....now I have to refasten it...."
Rebecca rammed the dildo back inside, looped the cord around the base and tying it tight around the girl's waist, then took 2 clover clamps and pinched the captive's vagins closed tight.....the clamps bit into the girl's tender flesh and she moaned, yanking at the ropes....
"Told you what would happen if you misbehaved, didin't I?"

Over the years, Rebecca had learned many things at an equally number of places all over the world. Instead of spending countless hours with her clients, new drugs had come into the market to make her job easier. Rebecca had learned that Annie was suffering from a lack of enjoyment and fulfillment during sex, and even though she would go through the motions of playing the dedicated specialist, all she had to do was give the girl an injection of a partocular chemical and all inhibitions would magically vanish. From what she had already been told by other clients, it worked miracles....the trick was that it was highly addictive and after just the first injection many of her clients found it impossible to stay away.....the blonde downstairs was the most recent example....

Rebecca had already decided. Annie was going to be her newest sex slave.....

I kept my shoes on, because it gave me a sense of security, and a sense of being at my therapist, not at my friend's place. Offices and hospitals might be impersonal, but I kind of liked that. Working out of her home like Rebecca did forced me and her other patients to be inside her personal home; her personal space. It was making me uncomfortable just being here, no matter how comfortable she said she was trying to make me.

It was, I had to admit to myself, a very nice house. Beautifully decorated, spacious, and all the right colors and textures everywhere. This woman had taste, that was for sure. And that view… I couldn't take my eyes away from it. "Uh, yes, actually I'm a bit parched. You don't have ice tea or something? Or water would be fine," I say, and place myself on the chair closest to the wall window, to get the best possible view. Before they can begin the session, however, I hear something from downstairs, which makes me frown. I'm assuming it's nothing, I don't really think about it, but you rushed out, as if summoned by the thud. So again, I was alone, clutching the purse in my lap. I hear some distant sounds of movement, but I don't think about them. I just sit and try to relax, looking at your beautiful backyard.

"I'm so sorry for the interruption," Rebecca said after returning upstairs. This was not working out the way she wanted....the girl was obviously uncomfortable and maybe even a little skittish, like a cat running under a bed when a stranger enters.
Something would have to be done....Annie was the perfect age for a slave, someone she could use and abuse for years.....

"It is a beautiful view, isin't it?" she asked as she went to the kitchen. There in a drawer was where she kept her other drugs, the ones she used to sedate and knockout potential victims. The sweet delicious looking girl in the next room was suspicious and she doubted that she could get the girl hooked on the aphro drug. Very well then, time for 'plan B'.....
Rebecca dropped 2 pills into the ice tea and brought out 2 glasses, being careful to make sure she gave the drugged one to Annie. It was quick acting but she already prepared the dungeon.

"Care to come out to the patio?," Rebecca asked, sliding open the glass door. It was a nice cool evening and very inviting.....
Rebecca smiled as she gave the girl the ice tea. It would only take a couple minutes to take effect....

I smile up Rebecca, the smile of an innocent, when she comes back. "Oh, that's okay. I was just enjoying your spectacular backyard," I say, fiddling uncertainly with my purse as you head for the kitchen. I don't know what, but something feels off. It's a beautiful home, a beautiful woman, and clearly competent, since she can afford to live like this. But I can't shake this gut feeling. This inner premonition that something bad is going to happen. Like a cloudy sky just waiting for the thunder to crack. "Yes, it really is beautiful. I've never seen a view like this from a house really. Certainly a lot better than the alley my apartment faces," I say, and laugh a little nervously.

I accept the glass and give you a quick thank you. I'm not entirely sure what why you want to go outside. You're treating me more like a guest than as a patient. It's creeping me out. I hesitate a little, but then I rise and follow you. The way you talk, it sounds like you're used to people doing what you request of them.

On the patio, I begin to sip the ice tea, smacking my lips. I was thirstier than I thought. I keep sipping, mostly to take my mind off things, and to have something to do in this rather awkward situation. "So, uh, how are these things conducted? I mean, I haven't been to any therapists before. You're my first. Do you, like, ask me questions and stuff? Or do I just tell you things? I've heard it's a lot of talking at least," I say, sipping every now and then in between my words.

Suddenly, I feel heady, a little dizzy. I sway. My purse drops to the ground and grab a hold of the railing to steady myself.

Looking back on things now, it was probably a good thing the girl was hugging the rail when she dropped, or she would've rolled right off the balcony. True, it was only a 6 foot drop, but to take a girl downstairs and have to clean her up before using her?....what a waste of time....

"MMMMMMPH!!!....MMMMMMPH!!!"....the blonde captive moaned when Rebecca dragged the comatose girl downstairs.....
"I told you you'd have company, didin't I?," she said as she got busy stripping Annie naked. Grabbing her wrists, she secured rope dangling from the ceiling and began hoisting the girl upright...just when her toes were barely touching, Rebecca took a spreaderbar and attached it to her ankles....
Rebecca stepped back, enjoying the view of 2 naked girls hanging next to each other.....the blonde looked over at Annie and began to whimper, knowing what laid in store for her.
Once a ballgag was in Annie's mouth, Rebecca brought over a dildo matching the one being used in the blonde....clicking it on full power, she rammed it deep in Annie's pussy, the vibration making her cunt twitch even though the girl was still out....

Rebecca leaned up against the counter, smoking a cigarette waiting for her newest slave to wake up....