Not How Most Therapists Work (The_PG/Cataclysm)

[Cataclysm]

Cathrine Navarro was almost a normal highschool girl. Young, pretty, and very cute. She was almost comically small, standing at only five feet high, and her body fit that stature well. She was lithe with a bit of tone to her thighs and forearms. She had a bit middle eastern blood in her slender form, and her skin was just a bit darker than normal because of that. She had smallish breasts, which bugged the young girl to no end, and shoulder length black hair. Her eyes were a dark brown, and she had pretty white teeth.

She had recently been asked to join the school's Lacrosse team, and her tiny form really aided her on the field. She was more agile than any of her teammates, and could outpace most of them. She wasn't a great shot, but she could really make her way down the field when she needed to. And that's how her injury happened. She and another girl were both running for the ball. Cathrine manage to get a hold of it, and to avoid hitting one another, both Cathrine and the other girl tried to dodge to Cathrine's right. They slammed into each other just past mid-field, and the small girl suffered a bit of damage.

Her ankle had been twisted hard, and the other girl's stick had hit her shin hard. She had started sobbing almost immediately, and was taken to the hospital. The shin was fractured only a tiny bit, and the ankle had been seriously sprained. She didn't need a cast, but she was given pain-killers, and sent off to a physical therapist. She started seeing him a week later, when the bone of her shin had fully fused together. It would take a while for it to stop hurting, but most of the structural damage was gone.

She showed up early on a thursday morning, walking on crutches, lead by her mother. She looked nervous and unhappy. Her foot had been killing her for a solid week, and she was terribly frightened that the therapist would have to twist it to fix it again.

((If you want to skip ahead a few visits, that's fine. I don't mind skipping towards the lovely bondage.))

 

[The_PG]

The first visit by Cathrine Navarro was very typical. He was professional, she was nervous, and her mother tried to be too friendly. Like most visits it go better once they got to working on the actual problem. He had read the medical files, but they never were quite as revealing as the actual injured appendage. There was a decent bit of swelling still and some obvious bruising. It was going to take quite sometime to heel, but once he placed the foot in the whirlpool and let it work for a good twenty minutes Cathrine was quite a bit less nervous, her mother was relaxed and Matt was... Well... Feeling less professional.

Mathew (everyone calls him Matt) Rackers had been a therapist for six year now and dealt mostly with sports injuries, especially kids. It was an ever needy field and right about now he was waist deep in football injuries, but of course the odd field hockey injury wasn't out of place either. He enjoyed his job, and even though he was working a ton of hours at the moment he found plenty of time to do a bit of partying, the odd date here or there, and play his guitar which he absolutely loved. Of course the hardest part of his life wasn't work, but dealing with all the women. He stood around six one, weighed a lean one hundred and seventy-three pounds, and had incredibly bright green eyes with wavy curly blond hair. With his definite California easy going way, most girls were dying to date him. He had to beat them off with a stick.

Never before had he had any inklings of sexual interest in a child this young, but a stolen glance at her tanned tummy and the feel of her strong legs under his hands earlier and then everything went crazy. He looked forwards to their appointments with great relish from the end of the first all the way up until this one. The fifth or sixth, he was loosing count because something very exciting was happening. He didn't know how or why, but he knew for a fact that Cathrine had some sort of feelings for him. He caught her staring at him all the time, and whenever he did she ended up blushing. Just last week at their previous appointment Cathrine's mom had dropped her off and run out to do some errands. Matt had been particularly bold. His hands had traveled places that just weren't proper, and Cathrine had let him!

This time had a much more devious plan. Once her mom had dropped her off and left, he had shown her a small black box, "It's an electro-masseuse." He explained, "It's used to strengthen muscles and tendons that have been damaged. And while i'm sure you'd rather me be your masseuse, this will work a ton better. The only problem is... I need to tie you down, to the bed, is that okay? You don't think your mom would think I'm taking advantage of her little girl?"

 

[Cataclysm]

Cathrine had become more and more comfortable with her therapist. He had done several treatments on her leg and ankle, and beyond making her feel much better, he was gorgeous. She often blushed when she looked at him, and let out little giggles when he made bad jokes. He had really stretched her ankle, and she could stand on it again. It still hurt, but each time she went, it hurt that much less.

Last time, her mother was simply too busy to stand there, holding her hand as she was worked on. She had to go do some quick errands. The therapist had massaged her ankle, and then her thigh, then her hips. She was so relaxed by the time he placed his hands over her smallish breasts that she didn't even notice. He squeezed them gently once or twice, then moved up to her shoulder, putting her right back at ease.

And now that her mother was free to do other things, the older woman planned to leave her daughter in Mark's capable hands each week. This week, he produced a small black box and explained it's functioning. "Huh... Well, I guess if it helps me." She said, shrugging and moving her hands and legs across the examining table. "Please.. Just be gentle on my ankle.. You know how much it hurts, Dr. Mark." She said, pouting a little.

 

[The_PG]

"Dr. Matt you mean, silly," With a friendly shake of her head and chuckle Matt placed the box between her ankles and moved closer to her upper body. He took her hands and bound them softly above her head, it would have been easier and safer to bind them at her sides but he could just not resist having her flat chest thrust into the air, plus it would make things easier later on. Then he moved to her good ankle and carefully secured it to the side of the table using cushioned straps. Then he moved to the damaged one; here he had to be careful. Instead of binding the ankle directly, he took a thicker strap and tied it a bit tighter just below her knee, and another just above her knee. They weren't tight enough to cut off the blood flow, but she wouldn't be able to do much then move her ankle in circles. Which was perfect.

"Okay, silly," He rolled his eyes and carefully placed the electrodes on her ankle. One above, and one below where the darkest bruising was. "First you're gonna feel a slight buzz... But not like a drink." He added the end quickly, with a wink, keeping things light. He flicked the machine on and though she was ready to jump, Cathrin simply relaxed as the light buzzing tickled her skin slightly. "Now some throbbing, do you feel it? Like a heartbeat." Again his fingers flicked over the controls, she obviously felt it. "Okay, I'm going to turn up the juice. Let me know when it starts to hurt, even a little." He began turning it up, very slowly. Each tick on the machine caused her ankle to jump slightly, but Matt's eyes were slowly traveling up her bare legs. She had worn very short shorts this time, and he could see her thigh twitching as the machines power increased. Finally she gave a little squeak, immediately he backed off to zero. "Okay, one more time to make sure." Again he turned it up and she squeaked right at the same time, so Matt set it slightly below this setting and smiled up at Cathrine, "Alrighty dudette... That's it. We just let this run for a bit..."

Rubbing a hand behind his neck, Matt took a deep breath. Here came the fun part, after finishing the rub he placed both hands on her thigh just above her strapped knee and began to massage the muscle deeply. He explained why as he moved higher and higher up the inside of her thigh, "I gotta keep this loose. The electricity is tightening the muscles down in your ankle, and some of it spills over up here... You could cramp up, and that hurts... Do you feel any tightness... Is it any... Higher?" The last word was spoken rather breathlessly, for his face was close to the nape of her smooth neck, and his fingers were beginning to slide underneath her shorts.

 

[Cataclysm]

The girl let him strap her down. Her arms went first. Secured gently above her head. She tugged gently on the bindings. They were loose enough to allow her movement, but not loose enough to let her move much. She felt him bind down her first ankle, and then, bound the knee of her hurt leg. She whimpered when he did it, but she remained brave. He put his little box down at her ankle, where she was heavily bruised.

He turned it on, and he tested her slowly, seeing just how much he could do before she reacted too strongly. Her muscles twitched slowly as the electricity flowed into her ankle. It felt good, in a strange sort of way. Her therapist than laid her strong hands on her thigh, and began to squeeze it slowly. He could feel her muscles tensing and rippling beneath his talented fingertips.

Her thigh was relaxing easily, and she was starting to feel that wonderfully relaxed feeling. He asked if she felt any more tightness. Compared to her fully relaxed thigh, everything felt tense and she nodded slowly. His fingers slid up her carefully shaven skin, and into her shorts. He was getting dangerously close to her little untouched flower, but it seemed the teenager didn't notice.

She was concentrating on the gentle throbbing and buzzing going through her ankle, and up her leg. She let out a soft moan. She didn't mean it to sound sexual, though it likely sounded very cute to her therapist. Cathrine still didn't understand just why she had to be all tied up for this, but she really didn't mind, it felt strange, and made her feel very alive, and almost sexual.. Maybe she liked being tied up.

 

[The_PG]

Matt was very happy. This had gone much further then he'd anticipated and it was going very well. His fingertips were brushing against Cathrine's panties very gently as he massaged her warm skin underneath. He felt her shivering beneath his touch, and the warm pulses of electricity were heating her from the inside. This electro therapy always had this side effect of sexual arousal, that was why he neglected to mention it to her mother. He could even swear that she was beginning to pant and enjoy his touch. "Okay," He said softly, "I'll get the other leg. Then your belly if it's still feeling a little tense. You'll just have to pull your shirt up a bit, mkay?"

After finishing the opposite leg he moved to her firm stomach. It was strong with her many years of sports, but warm and soft because of her feminine side. Delightful to hold and feel. At first he stayed well away from the waistband of her shorts, but as he enjoyed the feeling of her warm skin more and more his fingers slowly began sliding closer and closer to that special area. As her breathing grew heavier, he knew that he had her just where he wanted her. With a soft, impossible to hear, but large breath Matt went for it.

His fingers slid underneath the waistline of Cathrine's shorts and panties. He felt the light fluff of her pubic hair and pushed further down. He didn't dare look at her face, or she might react badly. Then his fingers brushed over her obviously erect clit and Matt's arms relaxed. He knew she was his. He looked at her face and found two wide-eyed, glassy orbs staring back into his own. "How does this feel?" He asked softly, as he made small circles around her girlish clit and slid his long fingers through her unused slit, "Still tense?"

 

[Cataclysm]

The therapist was working her slowly, her thighs relaxing under his expert touch. Her small chest rose and fell slowly, and he lifted her shirt up, just over the edge of her ribcage. Then he began to massage her tense belly, relaxing the muscles with a near sensual massage. Cathrine had been taught what rape was. What sexual abuse and harassment were... But every time she read about that kinda stuff, the images were always bad.

If a therapist was abusing his position, he didn't relax her whole body and then gently fiddle with her. They always made it sound like he just jammed his fingers in her body, making her scream in fear and pain. Then the officers would come and arrest him. But this was a wholly different situation. His fingers rubbed at her soft belly, making it feel just perfect, and then his fingers were buried in her small thatch of pubic hair.

She let out a little noise, but didn't move to stop him. Not that she could have anyway. Her body was well bound, and when Dr. Matt looked down at her, she looked just confused. But he wasn't grinning manically, or licking his lips. He looked just like the same cool doctor who'd been helping fix her ankle for a month and a half now.

His fingers dipped lower, sliding across her firm little bud, making her gasp out softly. His strong fingers slid over her damp lips and circled her clit, and her eyes fluttered a little. "Y-yeah..." She managed to squeak as he touched her.

 

[The_PG]

Matt was beginning to drool. He swallowed thickly and continued to lightly massage her dampening sex. It was so smooth and so innocent. He even noticed the throbbing that was happening because of the black box at the end of the table. It was incredibly arousing, and the boner in his pants was almost painful. Still, he didn't want to frighten her yet, but he was going to do the one thing that would make his hardness even more intolerable. Pushing, he forced most of his wrist underneath her shorts and panties, covering her sex with his hand and gently fingering her slit. Matt watched as her body arched under his touch. His free hand slid up under her shirt, pushing her shirt over her flat breasts and erect nipples. He kept pushing the shirt until it slipped over her head and around her arms.

Then his eyes traveled down her half-naked form, drinking in the mosquito bite breasts and hard little nubs on the end hungrily. Without waiting another second he leaned over and sucked one of the erect nipples into his mouth, he sucked and nibbled slightly on the hard skin. His hand in her panties rubbed firmly, his thumb finding her clitoris and digging it into her body. The throbbing was growing more insistent as blood continued to flood to the area under his hand.

"Ahhhhh," With a sigh he let her right nipple slip from his mouth. He moved to the other and began to suck and nibble again. While this was happening he used his free hand to slide under her arched back and down the back of her shorts, lifting her off the table. He wiggled until his middle finger pressed against her asshole. Just as he felt her body shudder her stopped his suckling and stood up straighter, "Cathrine. When I tell you to, I want you to relax and little whatever is going to happen, happen. It is going to feel really, really good. You might even scream. Just know that it won't hurt you. I won't hurt you." Not yet, anyways... The thought did force his lips to curve up, but he managed to quickly make the smile warm and friendly as he began rubbing her hot sex again, and leaned down to take her nipples in his mouth. Then, just as she began to orgasm he pushed the tip of his middle finger into her tight asshole, wiggling it like a worm caught on a hook.

 

[Cataclysm]

The girl was loving this. She honestly didn't care if this was sexual harassment. She wanted it. She wanted more. Her little pussy began to leak against his hand. He pushed his palm against her little clit, and a strong finger gently slipped into her pussy, caressing her tender, clutching inner walls as she whimpered. It didn't hurt, and she didn't dare moan. This was surely just some kind of relaxing exercise, or at least, that's what she kept telling herself.

He pushed her shirt up slowly, and leaned down to start gently sucking on her nipples. Now, she let out a cute little moan. Her body was just buzzing with heat and pleasure. All she wanted to do was... Something. She didn't know what, but the pressure in her stomach was building, and she wanted to release it. More blood was flowing to her heat, and she began to pant softly, her little mosquito bites rising and falling under his lips.

Soon, he reached down under her cute little ass, and told her that he was going to do something a bit strange. She whimpered, but he started sucking on her rock hard little nipples, and she moaned for him again. His finger was sliding into her innocent little slit while his strong palm rubbed at her clit. Finally, this was just too much for the highschooler. She let out a cute squeal and came, her pussy convulsing over the male's finger.

She let out a squeal as he gently pushed one finger up into her tight anus. She twitched, barely breathing. It felt so strange. It stung a bit, but there as pressure there that just felt so strange. "W-what.. What're you doing?" She moaned, her body trembling.

 

[The_PG]

With that first orgasm out of the way Matt was ready to unleash everything. He leaned over to her agonized little face and kissed her nose gently before whispering in her ear, "I'm making you feel good. I hear your little moans and that cute whimper. So did the microphone that is in the camera over my shoulder. If you tell anyone about this, they'll get to see it and hear you too. Half-naked, and writhing like a little slut on my fingers." He knew she wouldn't quite realize just how damaging the video would be without that word, all high school girls knew that being labeled a slut was a bad, bad thing. His fingers were still thrumming her throbbing private parts, and he could see the anxiousness climbing into her beautiful big eyes as she spotted the camera and felt the pleasure pulsing through her in time with the electro shocks.

Now he waited for the struggles, and boy did they come. Cathrine's seductive writhing early turned into the eels attempt to escape death. Her body arched and slammed onto his hand, driving his finger an inch deeper into her tight ass, and thrusting her hips from side to side. All of this only served to get her more riled up as she could not escape his large, firm hands. She tried to headbutt him, but there wasn't enough strength in her graceful neck to do any damage and all she managed to do was lightly tap their skulls and slide across the side of his face until his lips were at the nape of her neck. Without hesitation Matt dove down, sucking her soft skin into his mouth and nibbling on it gently with his teeth. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to cause goosebumps to shoot over her straining skin.

Matt rubbed harder; grinding the palm of his hand into her wet flesh and thumbing her clitoris forcefully. Swirling it in wet circles with the slick juice that was dripping rapidly from her tight, unused pussy. He didn't stop kissing or rubbing, not even when she tried to let out a scream that ended in a miserable, shuddering sob as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her body again, and her mind for the very first time against her will.

 

[Cataclysm]

The girl looked up. After her orgasm, her body was just trembling, and her eyes were halflidded. He leaned down to whisper to her, and her eyes widened slowly. She looked at the camera and began to panic, gasping and writhing. Her arms jerked in the bindings, and her left leg kicked and pulled hard on them. She wanted desperately to escape from this. To get away from this whole event. What she didn't realize as she struggled and fought against him, was that his strong finger was now almost two solid inches deeper into her body.

He seemed to enjoy watching her struggle and fight. Her body's pleasure was increasing rapidly as he fingered her. He got close and she swung her head at him. But a lot of the power of a headbutt comes from the movement of the chest and spine as well, and hers was weak and ineffectual. He began to kiss and suck at her neck, causing goosebumps. She began to cry then, hot tears slipped from her cute little eyes.

"Why, Dr. Matt?! You were so cool!" She whined as he tormented her little body. She was close to another orgasm, and she sobbed openly now. She let out another adorable squeal as her body was pushed over the edge again. Her sobs filled the room, and her pussy seemed to just suck his fingers in deeper.

 

[The_PG]

He was so cool, wasn't he? But that was what they all said. "I don't need a little girl to tell me, not even one as sexy as you Cathrine, but I don't want to be cool. I just want to make you feel so good, so very good. Even if you don't want to." Her despairing cries and deep sobs were creating a mess in his boxers, but it wasn't like he was going to climax in them. He would save the climax for a much more appropriate time. For now he was busy playing with Cathrine's unquenchable body. It was so hot to the touch, every jerk and shudder just made him want to do it again and again to her. To torture her with ecstasy was an experience like no other, the power, the pleasure he derived from it was simply not physically possible to put into words. He wiggled his fingers one last time as she came for the third time before removing them. He wiped his hands on her shorts before opening them up and tugging them down her slim hips until they rested on her thighs. Then he did the same with her wet panties.

Matt sucked the air in between his teeth as he caught sight of the swath of red skin he saw between her white skin. A slight grin slipped over his face as he reached out and flicked the red nub on the top, he laughed when she sobbed no. He let her sit there, writhing with a blush brighter then light itself as he removed the electro shock form her ankle. He carried the box to her side and set it on her trembling tummy. "You remember how this felt on your foot? How it traveled... Everywhere?"

Both eyes remained fixed on hers, as she looked back and forth from the machine and finally nodded with a muted sob. "Well... It can go other places..."

This was all he said before trailing off with a smile, and forcing Cathrine to quiet as she thought of where else he might mean. Finally it dawned on her, the place, it clicked in her eyes and the fear showed delightfully through those big brown eyes. Matt only confirmed her fear with a nod as he reached to place the pads. He had three now attached to the machine and placed one on the inside of either of her thighs, dangerously close to that throbbing slit. The other he applied conductive gel too, and placed atop her slit, just above her throbbing clitoris.

"Tell me when it feels too good," Matt said, as he began to turn the dial further and further up. It wasn't long before she was panting, soon she would be screaming. The thought brought a fresh batch of pre-cum spilling from the tip of his cock, drenching his boxers further.

 

[Cataclysm]

The little girl seemed to be tireless. Her body one big magnet for pleasure. He brought her to her third squealing orgasm within a minute or two. Her head lolled from side to side. Her anus was dialating, and her pussy was gushing down her thighs and ass. She panted hard, her chest rapidly rising and falling. She looked up at him, knowing that the little camera was catching all of this. Her blush covered essentially her whole face now, and he wiped his hands on her shorts. He tugged them down, and then her panties. Normally, her pussy was a cute pink color, but three orgasms and constant rubbing had drawn a lot of blood to the area, and it was a very dark pink now.

She couldn't even look him in the eyes. He placed his little box on her stomach, and set the pads over her inner thighs and right above her pussy, on her soft pubic hair. He teased her with it, and she whined. "Please.. Please, I won't tell anyone.. Just stop!" She gasped as he turned the little box on.

When it was on her leg, she felt a gently throbbing in her pussy, but now those pads were mere centimeters from her body's pleasure centers. Even on low settings, she began to pant and gasp. The throbbing was strong, making her inner walls spasm and grind wetly on one another. She squirmed, once again futiley fighting against her bindings. Soon, she was screaming. Her pussy gushed and squirted, and she twitched and squirmed. "PLEASE! TAKE IT OFF!" She squealed, tears streaming from her eyes.

((I gotta run for tonight! But this was great!))

 

[The_PG]

The reaction wasn't quite what Matt had expected. He had fantasized about this a lot, but only recently. The magnitude and strength of Cathrine's reaction was just off the charts. He quickly turned the volume of electricity down and watched in amazement as her body, especially her abdomen, relaxed into a soft putty state. Experimentally he touched her skin and found it so soft that his arm developed goosebumps all the way up and down, he swallowed thickly as more saliva poured into his mouth. Her twisted, sweating body, her disheveled hair and teary eyes made her look like some sort of fallen sex god. With a deep grunt he turned the machine on a very low level and watched as her body began to slowly tense up. Her inner thighs, hamstrings, outer thighs, stomach, and ribs especially. Not to mention her ass as the whole of her pelvic reach lifted off the medical bench. It was all tensing slowly, like a rubber band being stretched steadily, but slowly.

Matt said nothing. He was too enthralled at what was happening to say anything and ruin it. He turned the dial up to make the throbs longer, but kept them the same power. He continued to play, and adjust, until he found the setting he was looking for. It was keeping Cathrine right on the edge. She would twist, squirm, and then freeze in the lewdest positions as she waited to cum, but the electricity was either too low or too short to finish her off. Then he body would slump dejectedly as it was not allowed to cum. He could have left it on this setting all night if his cock wasn't so hard inside of his pants. Finally he wanted to see her finished.

He stopped the throbbing and made it one steady stream, and then steadily increased the power until she was cumming and left it there. He left it on, not letting her have the chance to breath as the climax just continued to climb higher, and higher. As her body arched, he rapidly moved onto the bed and straddled her slim form, his cock was out in a second and he pushed his cock into her mouth and let his seed explode inside of it as she was screaming silently. Then he slumped, forcing her arching body to fall onto the bed as she continued to orgasm powerfully. Still he didn't touch the controls, instead he laughed softly and watched her face as she realized there would be no short ending to this powerful feeling.

 

[Cataclysm]

The tortured girl couldn't move, couldn't fight. She screamed and kicked, hurting her ankle as she thrashed. She couldn't stop that terrible box from making her cum. It brought another strong orgasm from her adorable form, and he switched it off. The young girl was a mess. Her tanned skin was dripping with sweat and her own dirty juices. Her bangs were plastered to her forehead and her hair was a total mess. Her eyes rolled in her head, seeming to have trouble focusing on one thing.

Her clothes were just tugged off down or up her body to reveal her parts. She really did look the part of some kind of ravished child sex idol. She looked over at him, dazed, exhausted and pleading. She just wanted to go home. No more pleasure. She couldn't take much more, she'd go crazy if he made her cum a few more times. But the doctor had other plans for her limp, sweaty little body.

He touched her tummy, and she groaned softly, her nerves on high alert after all of those strong orgasms. He began to fiddle with his box, and the electricity began to flow again as she let out a new pained groan. Her body was tensing up slowly as he messed with his dials. Soon, that pressure was slowly building. She began to move more, her body reacting strongly as always to that terrible electric current. She began to arch herself upwards, gasping in little breaths as her pussy leaked more fluids down her cute little ass.

He set it just right, and watched her. Her chest heaved, and she moaned, feeling that pressure building right beneath the surface. It was so close.. Her hips thrust at the air, her body stretched taut as she was pushed right to the edge of a tremendous orgasm. He turned down the dial gently and she slumped back to the metal bed. He did it twice more, until she was sobbing and panting, her eyes pleading with him to finally let her cum. She'd be a fine girl to play with.

Finally, he pushed the machine up to full tilt and her body jerked hard, and her mouth opened in a shriek of pure terror and extacy. She soon found a hot salty thing in her mouth. It took her a moment to realize that it was Dr. Matt's thick cock. It was only in an inch or so, and he came, spraying a few shots into her mouth. Her body was locked in orgasm and he had to rub her throat to keep her from drowning in his seed.

The poor girl stayed arched, her body twitching violently as she was held in a state of perfect bliss and pain, for nearly two minutes. She collapsed to the table, gasping in huge breaths and shrieking at the top of her lungs, her body convulsing. Finally, her erratic movements shook the black box, and it slid off her slippery flesh and hit the ground. It didn't break, but the wires that went to the pads became disconnected. Cathrine's eyes rolled up into her head, and she slipped into unconsciousness.

 

[The_PG]

There were a few scary moments where Matt came down from the ridiculous high of his orgasm and found Cathrine unconscious beneath him. He quickly checked her pulse and breathing, but only after finding them normal did he let out a relaxed sigh and glance at his watch. Her mother wouldn't be back for a few minutes yet. Just enough time to clean up her wet little body, replace her clothes, fix her hair, and print out a few of the selected shots from the camera. He did not untie her yet. Instead he waited for her to startle awake. Immediately she looked ready to scream, so he placed his large hand over her mouth and put a finger to his own lips; warning her to be quiet.

"Now... Don't go screaming dudette. I know you liked what happened to you. You felt the high, you rode the wave. It was delicious. You liked it more then chocolate. Didn'tcha?" He nodded his head up and down, real slow like, and chuckled when she began to copy him.

"Good, now that we got that settled I want to show you something. Don't scream, mkay dude?" Carefully he removed his hand, and picked up one of the many pictures he had made. The look of ecstasy on her face. Her flat breasts, taunt stomach, and hairless snatch. All of them bared for the world to see.

"You see dude, I'll post these all over the internet and all over your school if you tell anyone about what I did. Also, I'm gonna ask your mom if you can babysit my girlfriends kid tomorrow, she'll bring you to my house, and we'll have some fun. Mkay?" Leaning over with his long locks falling around their faces, he kissed her lips sweetly. Then, realizing they had more time, he pressed his lips harder and forced his tongue inside and against Cathrine's. Meanwhile he unclasped the locks that bound her wrists and ankles, leaving her free to try and get away... Or wrap herself around him as he continued to kiss her hotly.

 

[Cataclysm]

The girl woke with a start, gasping and jerking in her chains as she came to. She quiverred, her body cool and wet, and she went to scream, but that cruel therapist put his strong hand over her mouth. She squirmed, but was still unable to move, and worse, was now feeling exhausted. She looked up and whimpered, nodding her head when he asked a question. Little Cathrine had enjoyed it, her messy thighs were proof enough of that. But she just couldn't fight him just yet.

He pulled out a few large, glossy photos of her, and each one made her blush darker than the last. She was close to crying by the time he was done, her face scrunching up as she prepared to cry again. The full color photos all showed the girl in states of various orgasmic pleasure. Her arched back, her sweating body, her mouth hanging open as she moaned loudly. The girl began to whimper louder as she looked at all those awful pictures.

The therapist told her that the next day she'd be babysitting, and she began to breathe faster, a look of terror coming over her face. "No... No! Please! I can't take this! I'll die!" She cried out, becoming frantic. He kissed her hard, holding down her head and pushing his thick tongue into her mouth. He untied her hands and she grabbed his head and pushed it back a bit. "Please... Anything... Don't make me come to your house..." She begged, squirming on the table, her hands covering her breasts and pussy.

 

[The_PG]

Matt was a bit disappointed. He broke the kiss by slapping Catharine hard across the cheek. Then he did it again on the opposite cheek so they both were rosy and a bit swollen. That shocked her into silence, long enough for him to speak in his chilled out, even keeled, monotone. "Look girl, if you don't agree to," He carefully held up his fingers in air quotes, "Babysit for me. I'm going to post these all over myspace, facebook, the internet. Then I'll email them to your parents. Everyone is going to see you having the time of your life, and not a single one shows my face. Or even this room. Nobody is going to believe you. Not when I have two assistants that will say anything I tell them to."

It was fairly obvious from the look on her stunned little face that Catherine was beginning to understand. Sure, if it had been her word vs his with the pictures he probably would have been convicted. However, if he had two registered assistants who would swear that the door was open and they came in the room not once, but several times during the massage, well, nobody would believe a little horny girl. Not when a hunk like Matt had hurt her feelings by telling her she was too young for him to date, or kiss.

"Your mother will be here any second... So get dressed... Then make up your mind. Do you want to get paid to baby sit? Or half to move to a different city and go to a new school after everyone sees you naked. Hmmm? Your choice." Matt tossed the pictures on the chair, pointed to her clothes, and left the room to intercept her mother who had just arrived. He didn't need the nosy mom walking in on her naked daughter quite yet... That might come later. After a few minutes, he knocked on the door, "All good?" He asked as he stepped in with Cathrine's mom. "Catherine, I was just telling your mom about babysitting for my girlfriends kid tomorrow. What do you think about doing that? We'll pay fifteen an hour, and the kids easy as play dough."