Date: Sat, 17 Jan 1998 20:14:17 PST
From: Beverly Mertrix <sissipus@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sexual Therapy

                              Sexual Therapy
                                by Sissipus

                                   * * *

     "Alright, David, how's that feel?"
     Red-faced, I replied "A little strange."
     "That's to be expected. What I meant to ask was whether or
not it was uncomfortable? Too tight? Too loose?"
     "No, I think it's okay. Not that I have anything to judge it
against."
     "Very well." Checking her watch, the nurse told me "I'll
just step out for a moment to gather the appropriate make-up and
perfume, and when I come back the glue should be just about set."
Laying a reassuring hand on my shoulder, she smiled "There's no
need to be nervous. Once we get you dressed, you'll feel like a
completely different person."
     I laughed. Looking down at the prosthetic breasts she had
attached to my chest, I wondered again what I had gotten myself
into. It had all sounded harmless - not to mention profitable - a
week ago in the doctor's office, but I was beginning to have my
doubts. This definitely hadn't been what I'd had in mind when I'd
first spotted that help-wanted ad.
                                   * * *
     Absently tapping the phone against my thigh, I'd spent a
good twenty minutes debating whether or not to call. The job had
sounded intriguing, and I had needed the money, but it all
sounded too good to be true. I must have read the ad over a dozen
times.
                      Needed Immediately:
                      Male participants
                      for sexual therapy
                      sessions.
                      Supervision and
                      guidance provided by
                      our highly-skilled
                      counsellors.
                      Convenient hours and
                      good money. Call
                      today: 555-7273.
                      
     "What the hell," I'd finally shrugged, dialling the number.
Even if it was a scam, it couldn't hurt to call.
     "Good morning," a woman's voice had answered "Dr. Ultio's
office. How may I help you?"
     "Ah, is this 555-7273?"
     "Yes it is." A pause. "Are you calling about the therapeutic
assistant ad?"
     I don't know why I was surprised to find out the number was
for doctor's office. I mean, who else would be providing sexual
therapy. Legitimately, that is. "Yes, I am. I was just wondering
if you could give me some details?"
     "I'm afraid there's not much I can tell you." Sounding
sincerely apologetic, she told me "We have to be careful. Such an
ad attracts a lot of, well, undesirable people, if you catch my
meaning. However, if you are interested, I can set up and
appointment with the doctor."
     "That'd be great."
     "Okay, would you be available tomorrow? Say, around 1:00
p.m.?"
     "Sure thing."
     As I'd copied down the address from the receptionist, I
realized they were in the new office building downtown.
Impressed, I began to wonder what their definition of 'good
money' was. After all, if they could afford the most expensive
high-rise in the city, they must be doing well. Thanking her for
the information, I had hung up the phone, sincerely looking
forward to my meeting with Dr. Ultio. That had been six days ago.
                                   * * *
     "Let me just fix your wig - there, that ought to do it - and
you'll be all set." Beaming, the nurse took a step back to admire
her handiwork. "Even with the extra inch in height, you could
pass for our patient's twin sister."
     "Can . . . can I look now?" Nervous, I rubbed my hands in my
lap, and tried to keep from shaking. I could feel my new nails
scraping against my hands, the weight of my new breasts, the
tightness of my clothing, the unfamiliar texture of my make-up,
and the soft caress of my new hair against my back, but I had no
idea what I looked like. From the moment the nurse had returned
with the makeup and perfume, she had insisted I keep my eyes
closed.
     "Just a moment." Helping me to my feet, she steered me
across the room and smoothed out the wrinkles in my dress. "Okay,
when I count to five, you can open your eyes."
     The moment she said the word 'five' my eyes shot open and
then blinked shut again in surprise. My heart racing, I stared at
the image before me, unable to believe it was me. I was
accustomed to looking in the mirror and finding a tall, thin,
short-haired, unshaven man on the other side, but it was as if he
had never existed. Instead, I was seeing the reflection of an
attractive young woman with an ample bosom, high cheekbones, long
blonde hair, and a dainty waist that somehow appeared three or
four inches smaller than before. I wasn't a knockout, but I knew
the breasts would be enough to earn a second look from most men.
     "So, what do you think?"
     "Amazing," I gasped, "Amazing." Looking at the picture in my
hand, I remarked "I'm her. You've actually made me the girl in
the picture."
     "That's right." Taking the picture from me, the nurse
checked her watch again and nodded. "We have just enough time to
teach you some basic mannerism, how to walk, etc., and you'll be
ready."
     "I don't know if I'll ever be ready."
     "Trust me, you'll do fine." Coming up behind me, she grasped
my shoulders tightly and offered this advice: "Just remember, for
the next few hours, David J. Thomas does not exist. He never did
exist. As long as you are in this building, your name is April.
More than that, you are April. Understand?"
     Trying my hardest to remain calm, I nodded. She sounded
awfully serious - almost angry - but I figured it had to be my
nerves. Either that, or she was just being professional.
Actually, the more I thought about it, she sounded exactly like
Dr. Ultio had during that first interview.
                                   * * *
     "So, Mr. Thomas." Leaning back in her leather chair, the
doctor had asked me "Why do you want to work with us?"
     Trying not to let myself be distracted by the goddess before
me - and failing miserably - I had replied "To be honest, I need
the money. That, and it sounded interesting."
     For a long moment, she remained silent. I was sure she must
have noticed me staring at her magnificent legs, so I shifted my
gaze to her face, determined to retain eye contact. Instead, I
just found myself staring at her breasts, which seemed to be
screaming 'touch me, feel me, devour me.' Her personality and her
approach to the interview were entirely cold and professional,
but her body seemed to be too much for anyone to control.
     "Do you wish to help people? Or are you entirely selfish?"
Startled by her voice, I vividly remember feeling myself jump and
hoping she hadn't noticed. Feeling like an idiot, I told myself
to concentrate.
     "Ah, I think helping people is very important, it just
wasn't what made me call." Sweating like a pig under her
penetrating glare, I had added "But yes, I do wish to help."
     "Hmm." Forcing me to endure another moment of painful
silence, she finally nodded "Very good. You see, Mr. Thompson, if
all we wanted were do-gooders, we would have asked for
volunteers. No, we need people who will be motivated to excel, to
do their very best."
     "Well, money is a great motivator."
     "Yes, it is." Glancing down at my resume, Dr. Ultio had made
a few notes and whispered softly to herself. Finally, she looked
back up and informed me "I think you'd do well in one or our more
exhaustive therapy encounters." Handing me a single sheet of
paper, she asked me to sign it before continuing.
     Already scribbling my name across the bottom of the page -
unable to refuse her request (demand?) - I had asked "Not to be
rude, but what am I signing?"
     "Just a standard release. It says you will not discuss our
techniques or theories outside of the office. Regardless of
whether or not you decide to work with us."
     If anything, that just piqued my curiosity. Handing her the
page, I smiled "You can trust me."
     "Yes, I think I can." She'd been smiling while she said it,
but her smile was nothing like mine. Whereas I had been trying to
crack the ice and put us both at ease, I got the impression she
was simply announcing her confidence that she could keep me in
line. It was both frightening and arousing at the same time.
     "What we do here," she explained, "Is provide counselling,
therapy and support for female victims of abuse - verbal,
physical and sexual - rape, and other associated crimes. This is
not, I repeat 'not', and fun and games establishment."
     It was at that point that I had begun to lose interest. But,
not wanting to show it, I had asked "What would I be expected to
do?"
     "Well, we have various levels of involvement, but I think
you would be best suited to our total immersal and role
reversal."
     What the hell was that? "Pardon?"
     Sighing, the doctor explained "In laymen's terms, you will
be a model for the victims to use in explaining the details of
their assaults and a replacement for them during re-enactments of
the crimes. It's a way of allowing the women to distance
themselves from the crime and still deal with the experience."
     I really wondered what I was doing there. When I had called
the number in the paper, I had thought I'd be getting paid to
have sex while a bunch of doctors watched. This was not what I
had expected. "I have to be honest, Dr. Ultio - I don't know if
I'm the right man for the job."
     "I think you are." Crossing her arms, she smiled "You're
forgetting the motivation. For each session - be it an afternoon,
an evening, or an entire day - you will be paid $1000 cash."
     She had recovered my interest. "A thousand dollars?"
     "Yes."
     Smiling, I had asked "Tell me more . . ."
                                   * * *
     "David? Are you there?"
     "Yes." In a deep hypnotic trance, I found it hard to
concentrate on anything but the doctor's voice.
     "No, you are not. David is gone. Understand?"
     "Gone?"
     "Yes. Where he once was, now only April remains."
     "April." The nurse had told me I was April too. Maybe I was.
     "Yes, you are now April. You are a twenty-three-year old
woman and you are feeling sexy."
     "Yes. April. Woman. Sexy."
     "Good, very good. Now, you broke up with your boyfriend last
week, so you've gone out to enjoy yourself. Do you remember
that?"
     "I don't know."
     "You do remember that. It happened."
     "Yes. We broke up."
     "You did. And then you went out dancing. You just wanted to
enjoy yourself and be free."
     "Free. Yes." Absorbing my new identity and memories like a
sponge, I smiled as I remembered dancing the night away in my
beautiful pink dress and matching pumps. I felt sexy and wanted
to make him feel guilty.
     "Alright. Now, you're on your way home, and it's late. Can
you see the darkness? The streetlamps?"
     "Yes." Her voice was so powerful, so commanding, I found I
could instantly remember everything she said. David would have
been surprised, but I didn't remember him anymore.
     "Okay, now I want you to open your eyes for a moment and
look to your right." Watching me obey, she asked "Who do you see
before you?"
     "I . . . don't . . . remember." There was someone standing
there, but it was a stranger. Actually, it was the real April,
but since I was April, my subconscious refused to process that
information.
     "That is Steve. Your ex-boyfriend."
     "Steve. Yes. I loved Steve."
     "You did, but not anymore. You hate and you fear Steve."
     "Hate. Fear. Why does Steve have to be here?"
     "Shh. Close your eyes." Once I had done that, Dr. Ultio
commanded "When I snap my fingers you will remember everything
I've told you. You will think you are on your way home and that
Steve has just confronted you. You will not see or hear me."
     "Yes, I will remember."
     "What about my revenge? You promised." The whisper came from
my right, but I wasn't conditioned to hear it yet, so I ignored
it."
     "Quiet. I'm getting to it. Now, April, what I'm going to say
next is very important."
     "Important. Very. Yes."
     "April will resist, but will secretly enjoy being raped.
Repeat."
     "April will resist, but will secretly enjoy being raped."
     "When we are finished, David will replace April and will
remember enjoying it. Repeat."
     "When we are done, David will replace April and will
remember enjoying it."
     "David will also feel April's shame and hurt, but will feel
a need to experience it again. Repeat."
     "David will also feel April's shame and hurt, but will feel
a need to experience it again."
     Again, the voice I wasn't allowed to hear asked "You mean,
he'll think he enjoyed being raped by another man and want to do
it again?"
     "Yes. That's what your boyfriend accused you of at the
trial, didn't he?"
     "Yes, the bastard."
     "Then this is your revenge. We can rape him as many times as
it takes for you to feel vindicated."
     "Then let's get started."
     "April, when I snap my fingers you will awaken, but will not
consciously remember our conversation. Understand?"
     "Yes."
     'SNAP' A second later, I blinked and found it odd that I was
laying down on the sidewalk. Thanks to the doctor's commands -
and the nurse's crossdressing assistance - I honestly thought I
was a sexy young woman walking home.
     "Hello, April."
     "Steve!" Leaping off the couch, I asked "What do you want?
Just leave me alone. Please."
     "Mmm. I like it when you beg."
     "Good, try to remember what he did and said as closely as
possible."
     Unable to hear the doctor, I pleaded "Just go. I don't want
any trouble."
     "Oh, yes you do." Grabbing me by the hair, the real April
dragged me away from the couch and desk. She had her hair tied
back and was wearing jeans with a leather jacket - to look like
Steve - but nobody could honestly mistake her for anything but a
woman. Anyone but me, that is. Despite the visual evidence, I
sincerely believed she was my ex-boyfriend and unconsciously
limited my resistance so as to be incapable of overpowering the
stronger man.
     "Steve, please! It hurts!"
     "Yes, but you always loved it rough!"
     Yes, I did. I was enjoying it, but couldn't let him know it.
"Please, what do you want?"
     "Hmm, to start with, I think I'd like to get a look at them
tits of yours!"
     Ripping my dress down the front, he grabbed my bra and
pulled. In addition to the fear and pain, I also felt upset over
the loss of my favourite dress. Dr. Ultio had programmed me well.
Finally, he bent the clips open and freed my ample bosom,
immediately grabbing the nipples and pinching them with all his
might.
     "Oww! Steve, stop!" I actually thought I could feel my
breasts being mauled, despite the fact that they were only a
rubber prosthesis. Loving every moment of it, I cried "No,
please, it hurts too much!"
     "Mmmm, you know, I always did want to devour those
beauties." Smacking me across the face, he leaned down and began
chewing on my fake nipples, actually tearing a piece of one off
in the process.
     Actually feeling the pain and seeing the nonexistent blood,
I revelled in the thrill of the moment but protested "No, stop! I
swear, I'll kill you if you don't stop!"
     "Amazing," Whispered Dr. Ultio, not having to worry about me
overhearing her. "The more violent you become, the more he enjoys
it. The more he enjoys it, the more frightened and panicked he
appears." Rifling around in her desk, she tossed something to the
real April and said "Sodomize him. I want to see how he
responds."
     "Fuck off, Doc. This is my revenge fantasy." For some
reason, I couldn't hear that either. Perhaps because it was aimed
at the (to my mind) non-existent doctor.
     Grabbing my hair, Steve forced me to my knees and growled
"Open wide, you slut!"
     Yes! Yes! I wanted him to fuck my mouth. I needed to feel
his stiff prick against my lips, my tongue and in my throat.
However, I couldn't let him know that. Clamping my jaw shut, I
hissed "Come near me and I'll bite your fucking dick off!"
     "Try it and I'll kill you." Taking a moment to strap on the
immense black dildo, the real April smiled and slapped me again.
"Open up, bitch!"
     Mentally prevented from using all my strength, I felt her
yank my jaw open and shove the dildo in. While it was obviously a
cold, rigid plastic device, I could feel the warmth of Steve's
cock and taste the pre-cum dripping from the head. In addition, I
could feel the blood pulsing through it every time it touched my
tongue. I so wanted to lick and suck at the magnificent organ, I
wondered it I could keep my desire a secret. Of course, I
couldn't know I had no choice, so I began crying and did my best
not to encourage him.
     "Suck it, you whore!" Grabbing the back of my head, he began
slamming his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth, fucking me as
if my mouth were a pussy with teeth. I secretly thrilled at his
hands as they grabbed fistfuls of my hair and found myself
growing more aroused with each thrust of his powerful hips.
     Looking down at the dildo sliding past my lips, the real
April cursed "Too bad I can't come. He made me suck him dry and
swallow every drop. Then he painted my face with the cum that
escaped." Slamming into my face even harder as she recalled
events, she complained "He can't really know what I went
through."
     "Yes, he can," the doctor laughed cruelly. "That dildo is
hollow. Or, it was until I filled it with dog cum this morning."
     "You mean, I can actually fill his mouth with dog cum?"
     "Yes. I could have milked him for his own cum, but I wanted
you to feel you were really humiliating him."
     "Oh, you're the best, Doc." Returning her attention to me,
Steve growled "Here it comes, baby! Get ready to eat cum!"
     Cum! Yes! Oooey, gooey, cum from the cock of my man.
Oblivious to their recent conversation I thrilled at the thought
of my boyfriend filling me with his seed. Just the thought of it
caused me to cum myself, although I couldn't feel it since girls
didn't have cocks. "Nnnnggg." Trying to pull away, I had to make
him think I didn't want the cum.
     Seconds later, Steve came in my mouth. For me, it was pure
bliss feeling my boyfriend explode in my mouth, filling me with
his sperm. The first few jets went right down my throat and into
my stomach, and I felt disappointed that I couldn't taste them.
However, he soon began pulling out and I could taste the next few
spurts, although I couldn't savour them like I wanted. Finally,
he pulled all the way out and shot the last few spurts of cum at
my face, covering me with his precious seed.
     "Mmm. You liked that, didn't you bitch!" Using the dildo to
rub the dog cum all over my face, April laughed "You look so
pretty with your spermy face."
     As much as pained me to do it, I forced myself to spit out a
stream of cum so Steve would think I didn't like it. When he
slapped my face and held my jaws shut, commanding me to swallow,
I felt a kind of euphoria like I had never imagined. Not only had
he blessed me with a meal of his semen, he had also allowed me to
bathe in it. I desperately wanted more, but couldn't let him
know. "You bastard. I hope they throw you and prison and let some
big biker fuck your mouth like that!"
     "Another of your fantasies, eh?" Laughing, the real April
barked "That's exactly what I wanted for the bastard!"
     "Fuck him, April, ram that monster up his ass and split him
in half."
     Lewdly stroking the dildo in front of my face, she
complained to the doctor "But I'm out of dog cum. I want him to
feel his insides filling with shame, just like I did."
     "Alright, well, strip and him and spank him or beat him for
a few minutes." Getting up the doctor, sighed "I'll see what I
can collect from the men's bathroom upstairs."
     Hearing neither the doctor nor April's words to her, I
kneeled on the cold pavement, fixated on the spectacular cock in
front of me. I could feel its cum drying on my face and never
wanted to wash it off. I so wanted to reach out clean that
beautiful tool with my tongue, but knew I couldn't. The sight of
so much wasted cum on its slippery surface brought tears to my
eyes, and I wished he would rape my mouth again.
     "Okay, slut, now its time to get naked!"
     Yes! Finally! Now I could show him my body, the body I had
kept covered all night, hidden from prying eyes. What better
reward for all he had done for me than to give him my naked,
exposed flesh! Of course, I had to make him think I was afraid
and disgusted. "No, please. Not in public, Steve." Shuffling
backwards, I cried "What if someone sees me?"
     "Then they'll know what kind of slut you really are!"
     "Please, Steve, no!" Growling, he pushed me to the ground
and stepped on my back while he stripped me naked. Despite the
fact that he was fulfilling all my exhibitionist fantasies, I had
to fight. Kicking and screaming, I secretly hoped he would throw
my clothes down the sewer so that I would have to walk home
naked. To my disappointment, he just tossed them out of reach.
     "Oooh, look at that ass. Just made for spanking!" Again and
again he struck me with his callused hands, bringing angry red
welts to my ass. Not trusting myself to lie about enjoying it, I
chose instead to whimper and sob, hoping he would think they were
tears of shame rather than joy.
     "Here." Having returned from her cum gathering expedition,
the doctor tossed the dildo back to April. "I paid a bunch of
guys to jack off into it, so it should be nice and warm and fresh
for you."
     "Oh, yes." Her eyes shining, she strapped the dildo back on
and asked "Do you think he'll be upset if we don't use some kind
of lubrication?"
     "Oh, most certainly, but he'll enjoy every minute of it."
Resuming her seat behind the desk, the doctor added "Oh, when
you're done, take the money out of his wallet. Tell him whatever
you want, but I intend to be reimbursed for that cum."
     Nodding, April grabbed my hips and pulled me to me knees.
"Up, cow!" Finally! Unable to hear their conversation, I'd been
wondering why Steve had remained silent for so long. I knew I
should have used his lapse to escape, but was hoping he wouldn't
pick up on that. It was crucial he not realize I was enjoying
every minute of my rape, and my staying put had been a big
gamble. Nevertheless, as I felt his fully engorged prick press
against my ass, I knew I wouldn't regret it.
     Looking back at him with tears in my eyes, I pleaded
"Please, Steve, anything but that. Please, I don't want to be
fucked." Shaking with feigned fear, I sobbed "Don't put it in me,
please!" Despite my protests, I wanted exactly that.
     "Shut the fuck up." Giving me a delicious slap across the
face, he reared back and shoved his cock halfway up my pussy with
a single thrust. Feeling my insides come alive with sensations, I
mentally willed his cock to keep growing as he fucked. I knew it
was impossible, but I wanted to feel his cock banging against the
walls of my uterus. More than that, I wanted him to fuck through
my uterus and fill my stomach with his precious seed directly.
     "Oh, yeah, baby!" Ramming into me again and again, Steve
groaned "Oh, you're so fucking tight! I don't know how a whore
like you manages to keep your twat so tight, but I'll loosen you
up."
     "No!" Crying out in protest, I told him "Steve, I was always
faithful to you. I promise! I'm not a whore." Oh yes I was, and I
would continue being a whore long after he was finished. However,
if I tried to make up with him, maybe he'd think I was getting
desperate. Maybe he'd think I'd given up on beating him, and was
trying to stop the rape some other way. Yes, and maybe that
desperation would make him fuck me harder!
     "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." His balls slapping against my red
ass with machinegun ferocity, Steve made it clear he didn't give
a damn how I felt and I loved it. The simple knowledge of how
much pleasure I was giving him was more than enough to trigger an
explosive orgasm, but I knew I couldn't allow that. That would
make him think I was enjoying it, and then he might stop. I
couldn't allow that.
     "Doc." Not stopping her frantic fucking, the real April
asked "Is there any way to make him think I'm fucking his ass and
not his pussy?"
     "That wasn't part of your rape, was it?"
     "No, but I want him to be as humiliated as I was. I want him
to feel the same kind of shame I did, and I want that shame to
carry on past our little session. Thinking he enjoyed being
fucked in a non-existent pussy is one thing, but I want more!"
     "Hmm, I understand." Shrugging, the doctor said "Just pull
the dildo out and tell our volunteer that you're going to fuck
his ass. He'll believe you."
     Not wasting any time, April ripped the dildo from my hole.
The instant it was gone, I felt a crushing emptiness in me that I
desperately wanted filled. Steve's cock was everything to me at
that moment, and I wanted him to fuck me forever. Or, at least
until he filled me with his beautiful cum. "Please, no more," I
begged, secretly hoping my helplessness would turn him on enough
to continue fucking. "Please, Steve, just let me go." Sobbing
uncontrollably, I told him "I promise I won't tell anybody."
     "Shut the fuck up, I ain't done yet!" Yes! I'd get to feel
his magnificent tool again! Slapping me across the ass, he told
me "I'm just switching holes." Placing the tip of his cock
against my ass, he told me "This time, I'm taking what you'd
never give me. I'm fucking your pretty little ass."
     Oh, yes, yes, yes! That was so dirty and disgusting, I
wanted it, needed it. Of course, my programming prevented me from
letting him know that. "Oh god, no!" Shaking all over, I pleaded
"Please Steve, not my ass. I can't take you up there. You won't
fit." Hoping the promise of pain would push him over the edge and
into my bowels, I screamed "You'll rip me apart!"
     "Damn right!" Digging his fingers into my sides, Steve
rammed his cock up my ass. It felt a hundred times better than
being fucked in my pussy. The walls were tighter, more sensitive,
and the taboo nature of anal sex gave me an unmeasurable thrill.
I was in slut heaven, and knew that if he came in ass, I'd never
be able to hold back the orgasm building within me.
     "Owww! Fuck, Steve, it hurts so much!" Christ, I loved
feeling his stiff prick up my poop chute. "No more, no more.
Please, take it out before you kill me!" Actually, I felt like
I'd die if he took it out, but I had to keep that my little
secret. Again and again and again he slammed into my ass, forcing
his cock deep into my intestines. My only regret was that he
couldn't force it farther.
     "Oh, quit your whining, bitch!" Slapping my face as he
fucked me, Steve growled "You know you want it, you prissy little
slut. You've always wanted my cock up your ass."
     "No! That's a lie and you know it!" Oh god, I so wanted to
tell him he was right. He understood my needs like no one else,
but I couldn't tell him. Bawling my eyes out, I begged "Please
stop, just stop, please, just stop. Please."
     "No fucking way!" Increasing the tempo of his fucks, Steve
began panting with exertion. "I'm gonna cum, whore. I'm gonna cum
and fill your ass!" Yes! I'd never felt his cum in my ass while
dating, and desperately wanted to do so now. "Unnngghh! Get ready
bitch, here it comes!"
     Using my hand to finger my clit, I tried to make it seem
like I was trying to push him away. It was risky, but I knew if I
could trigger my orgasm at the same time as his, he'd never know
how much I enjoyed it. "Steve, no! Enough! Please, don't cum in
my ass! Anything but that!"
     "Oh jesus fucking christ!" Slamming his cock to the hilt,
Steve flooded my ass with his cum. I don't know what I had
expected, but expectations were nothing compared to reality. The
feeling of his hot, sticky seed splattering the walls of my
virgin ass was like nothing I had ever felt. If it felt this good
every time, I doubted I'd ever want another man to cum in my
pussy again. I'd demand they save it all for my ass.
     "Oooh, yes, take it all baby, take it all!" Sending spurt
after spurt of semen into my bowels, Steve laughed and howled his
dominance to the world. He'd finally let his primal urges get
this best of him, and I couldn't be happier. Somehow sensing this
would be the end of our exquisite ordeal, I simply dropped my
head and pretended to sob in quiet anguish. In reality, I had
enjoyed myself far too much to lie convincingly about all that he
had done to me. What's more, it took every ounce of willpower I
possessed to keep from begging him to do it all again.
     "So, feel better?" the doctor asked April. "Did you get the
closure you needed?"
     Slumping her shoulders, she nearly collapsed in exhaustion.
Now that the adrenaline had worn off, the real April was slowly
disengaging herself from the illusion the doctor had so
convincingly created. "Yes and no," she replied wearily. "I do
feel better, but somehow it's still not enough."
     "Well, it sometimes takes more than one session. This is not
some miracle instant cure, you know."
     "I know." Unstrapping the dildo in disgust, she shuddered.
"It's just that I feel, well, dirty now that it's over." Backing
away from me, she thanked Dr. Ultio for her help but sighed "It's
just not enough."
     "Well, you can try again if that's what you feel you need,"
the doctor replied. "I'm willing to go as far as four re-
enactments of your rape. After that, I feel we'll be doing more
harm than good."
     "Thank you. I'll have to think about it."
     "You do that." Standing, the doctor came around and pulled
the empty dildo from my ass. Confused, I found I didn't know what
to say or do so I remained silent. "There is still one final
stage to our therapy today," she told April. "Perhaps that will
give you the feeling of closure you need."
     "Oh, I almost forgot about that."
     "Yes, well, let's see how he reacts, shall we?" Kneeling,
the doctor looked me in the eyes and said "April? We are done."
     Being directly addressed by the doctor seemed to trigger my
hypnotic trance all over again. "Yes."
     "We're done. Do you remember what I told you would happen
when we were done?"
     "Yes."
     "What was that?"
     "April gone . . . David feel April's shame . . . need . . .
again."
     "Very good. When I snap my fingers, David will be back.
Understand?"
     "Yes."
     "Good." 'SNAP' A second later, April was gone, Steve was
gone, the sidewalk was gone, and I was crouched on the doctor's
floor feeling more ashamed and humiliated than I had ever
imagined possible.
     Raising my hands to my head, I tore off the earrings and wig
and groaned "Oh, what have I done?" Feeling the bile rise in my
throat, I knew I was going to be sick. I'd allowed another man to
brutally abuse me sexually, and had enjoyed it. I shouldn't have,
and didn't know how such a thing could have happened, but it had.
Running for the bathroom, I knelt before the toilet and began
wiping away the make-up as I waited to be sick.
                                   * * *
     "Ah, Dr. Ultio?"
     "Yes, David. Good to hear from you."
     Shaking so hard I could barely keep the phone still against
my face, I asked "Do you have any more work for me?"
     "I don't know," she tested, "Do you feel you're up for it?"
     No! God no, I couldn't go through that again. "Yes, please.
I . . . I think I need to."
     "Well, the only session I have this week is with a young
woman who had her virginity stolen by a gang of college boys.
They spiked her drink and then gangraped her."
     No, I couldn't do it. That was even worse than what I
(April?), had gone through. I'd rather die first. Barely able to
believe what I was hearing, I told her "Oh, yes, that's sounds
exactly like what I need."