Amy's Treatment

[skuttrusk]

Teaser: "That's very interesting," I told Blackton. "Exactly what do you mean when you say you feel tempted to commit rape, again?"

"Just that," he said, his gaze unwavering. He evidently felt no shame or discomfort telling me this. A measure of how strong our therapeutic relationship had become.

"I used to be a serial rapist," he continued. "I never mentioned it before because it didn't seem relevant. I gave it up because the risks worried me. But lately I've had my eye on a particular girl who seems like… an ideal victim."

"It's not me, is it?" I asked, perhaps a little too quickly. Some patients experience what we call 'transference' and become fixated on their psychotherapist.

Blackton was darkly handsome, in his mid-thirties, a little older than myself. If I wanted to be raped, he would make an attractive assailant. But though I've always had my share of fantasies of that nature, I know very well that there's a difference between dream and reality.

"Oh no, Dr. Lamb," he answered easily. "Not that I don't find you very attractive. And even somewhat rapeable. But to bring me out of my self-imposed retirement, the prospective victim would need to have more… vulnerability. Hurtability, if you like."

"And you've found someone who fits that bill? I'm glad for you."

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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4
• Chapter 5
• Chapter 6

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Title: Amy's Treatment
Author: Skuttrusk
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Amy's Treatment

Blackton's Therapy

"That's very interesting," I told Blackton. "Exactly what do you mean when you say you feel tempted to commit rape, again?"

"Just that," he said, his gaze unwavering. He evidently felt no shame or discomfort telling me this. A measure of how strong our therapeutic relationship had become.

"I used to be a serial rapist," he continued. "I never mentioned it before because it didn't seem relevant. I gave it up because the risks worried me. But lately I've had my eye on a particular girl who seems like… an ideal victim."

"It's not me, is it?" I asked, perhaps a little too quickly. Some patients experience what we call 'transference' and become fixated on their psychotherapist.

Blackton was darkly handsome, in his mid-thirties, a little older than myself. If I wanted to be raped, he would make an attractive assailant. But though I've always had my share of fantasies of that nature, I know very well that there's a difference between dream and reality.

"Oh no, Dr. Lamb," he answered easily. "Not that I don't find you very attractive. And even somewhat rapeable. But to bring me out of my self-imposed retirement, the prospective victim would need to have more… vulnerability. Hurtability, if you like."

"And you've found someone who fits that bill? I'm glad for you."

"Really? You're not horrified?"

"I'm thinking therapeutically. You came to me with a very mild depression, a sort of sense that the joy had gone out of your life. You're happily married, you're prosperous, fulfilled in your work and you have a good sex life, so it's been a puzzle to both of us where this sense of dissatisfaction is coming from. Isn't it possible that it's because whatever satisfaction you got from rape has been missing for too long? I should start, actually, by asking you to describe your career as a rapist and if possible define exactly what you got out of it."

"Well. It started when I was at school, I guess. To begin with it was light nonconsensual groping. I guess I enjoyed the drama of it, the girl protesting, me expressing my dominance over her. I got pleasure and she got humiliation, and something about that was just… very gratifying.

"I was aware of the risks and I tried to be careful. I made calculations about who would be likely to report a rape and who wouldn't. Also who would be believed. I think I developed excellent… well, as gay people are supposed to have gadar, gay radar, I guess I have rapedar. A sense of which girls are going to run to the police and which aren't. Usually shy girls, girls with few friends, not part of the cliques. Girls with troubled home lives.

"But a few years ago, I got to thinking. While the risk of being reported remained very low, the possible consequences of being reported would be life-destroying. So I stopped."

"That's perfectly sensible," I said. "But you miss it?"

"Like crazy. It was fine at first, but lately I've been thinking about rape a whole lot. And then when I spotted a potential victim…"

"Yes, I can understand that. Where did you spot her?"

"Coming out of your office."

I paused. "You mean… the little blonde who has the appointment ahead of you?"

"Yes, that's the one. Do you approve of my taste?"

"More than that… I'm impressed. You have definitely picked a vulnerable girl, one who'd be unlikely to report."

"Really? Well good…"

"Now, you know I can't tell you anything about another client. Just as everything we talk about is confidential and I would never, ever tell, I can't go into detail about Amy Goodwin."

"Amy… nice name."

"Isn't it? But what I was going to say is… you really couldn't pick a better victim."

"Oh. That's very interesting…"

"Again, I can't go into detail. But the reason she's in therapy in the first place is that she was raped three years ago. She never reported it. So I think there's very little chance she'd tell on you, on that basis alone. And, of course, I would strongly advise her not to report, it would just cause her further trauma."

"That's very, ah, accommodating of you."

"I feel like, just as I have to keep your secret, it's incumbent on me to prevent her from sharing it. Besides, if she wanted to be a tattle-tail, the time for that was three years ago. If she didn't report then, there's no moral justification for doing it now."

"That's a good point. I really appreciate this."

"Frankly, Amy's therapy has been going nowhere. She can't move past her trauma. A fresh assault may be just what she needs to put things in perspective."

"Do you really think so?" Blackton asked.

I shrugged. "It might help, it might hurt. But I can't tell you how bored I am listening to her about her previous rape. It was exciting at first, especially her humiliation in describing it, but I've made her go over every degrading detail so often that it's kind of lost its thrill. I've certainly lost all sympathy with the tiresome little slut."

"Heh heh. So, if it helps her understand that rape is just a fact of life, or if it sends her into a spiral of depression and self-harm…?"

"I'd see either outcome as a positive change. It'll certainly liven up our sessions. She hasn't given me any fresh masturbation fuel in months. Now, I suppose you'd like her home address? Is that how you'd do it? Take her at home, be able to enjoy her young body uninterrupted, for as long as you like?"

"That would certainly be ideal. Are you able to do that? Within the rules?"

I smiled. "I'll stretch a point. But there's something I'd like in exchange."

"That seems fair. What?"

"I'd like to watch."

"Really?"

"I think it would be… very good research. Few psychotherapists get the chance to witness a rape first hand, unless it's as a victim or perpetrator, which would tend to make us too involved. But as a neutral observer I'm sure I could learn a lot."

"To say nothing of the entertainment factor…"

I smiled slightly. "I admit, the idea watching Amy get raped is… an exciting one. I may have a few fantasies of this kind myself, but I don't want to actually fulfil them. Much too dangerous. Facilitating another woman's sexual assault seems an ideal way to experience rape without too great a risk. I can also help you plan things. If I'm to study a rape, it's important that it go off as successfully as possible. I want you to enjoy it, to get all the pleasure you want from Amy's abuse." I found I was breathing heavily. I paused and moistened my lips. "I don't want my presence to inhibit you in any way. You shouldn't… hold back. Don't spare her anything on my account. Your pleasure is the prime element, though I admit I'm likely to enjoy Amy's suffering, both when you violate her and afterwards, when she recounts her trauma."

"Suppose I get carried away? My previous victims all survived, there was something pleasant about knowing that they would go on suffering… but I can't guarantee.."

"If we plan this properly there should be no connection to cause any legal consequences. So you can do what you like to Amy, in the moment. I admit the idea of you murdering her… makes me a little uncomfortable… but it's not without a certain… erotic appeal also. I think if you hurt her so much that she requires hospitalisation, it might be better to see to it that she can't talk. But, like you, I prefer that she should live on… and suffer."

"Good. I have a proposal. In case you start feeling any troublesome empathy for Amy—"

"That's not very likely," I smiled.

"But in any case, I suggest we not refer to her by name. We should call her something like 'the target.' Or maybe, 'the cunt.'"

"'Cunt' is good," I said.

"Great. Well, now that she's an abstract rather than a person, perhaps you could tell me in detail about the cunt's previous rape. To make this as traumatising as possible, the new rape ought to recall the last one in certain discreet ways."

"You're right, I see that. It'll be so much more distressing for the cunt if she feels history is repeating itself. But you don't want to make it obvious. This can't make her think I've spilled her little secrets."

"Of course not. No, I just want a sort of generic similarity. It'll help make her feel that deep down, this is what the cunt deserves."

"And this is what the cunt's going to get."

I realised my pussy was absolutely soaking.


End of chapter 1
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Your reactions are very much desired. What would you ideally like to see happen to Amy? What do you like/dislike about this set-up? Etc

[Shocker]

What an inspired choice to have a female therapist, endorse the new assault on a former victim as therapeutic. Amy looks already interesting.

[SoftGameHunter]

I thought my rating comment got posted, but whatever. I'll say it again. This lady isn't the most professional therapist, but that's cool for the rest of us. I wonder if the pair has some kind of existing arrangement or relationship, or if they just live in that kind of world. Can't wait to find out.

[Claire]

I thought my rating comment got posted, but whatever. I'll say it again. This lady isn't the most professional therapist, but that's cool for the rest of us. I wonder if the pair has some kind of existing arrangement or relationship, or if they just live in that kind of world. Can't wait to find out.

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[skuttrusk]

SoftGameHunter, my thought is that Blackton and Dr. Lamb had a normal therapeutic relationship up until this point, though he's probably been testing her out to get a sense of how she might react to his revelations. Her openness to rape nevertheless goes further than he expected and is a delightful surprise to him.

[JTCK]

That really is a nasty and mean story. I’d love to read more of it.
And there’s a lot of potential in it. Of course, I wonder what he’s going to do with Amy. But also whether Dr. Lamb will really remain in a passive, spectator role?
And if in the end he will turn against her as well? Does her name, as a "sacrificial lamb," perhaps hint at that?

[SoftGameHunter]

Works for me!

[skuttrusk]

Mmm, I'm not 100% sure how things are going to go for Dr. Lamb, but I'm sure it's not going to be much fun for Amy!

[skuttrusk]

Teaser: Dr. Lamb and Blackton continue planning the rape of Amy, "the cunt."

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Chapter 2: The Planning

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It took us three weeks to plan the cunt's rape.

Really it could have been done in a few days, but we both found the waiting so exquisitely exciting that we encouraged one another to protract the suspense.

Blackton and I arranged to meet the very next day after our session to discuss things. He said he'd have some news for me, We met in a café, noisy enough for us to talk without risking being overheard, somewhere I'd never seen anyone I knew.

Blackton took out his phone and showed it to me. A photograph of a living room.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Amy – that is, the cunt's apartment. I let myself in this morning. While she was at work."

I scrolled through a whole series of photographs: kitchen, bathroom, bedroom. He'd comprehensively violated her living space.

"You pick locks?" I asked, impressed.

"Hers were easy," he shrugged. "You'd think a rape victim would be more security-conscious."

"Well, she wasn't raped at home, last time," I said, stirring my americano. "It's going to be very interesting. Being raped on the street sent her into such a spiral, I have to wonder how being raped in her own home is going to affect the cunt. At the very least it's going to make her feel totally unsafe." I grinned to show that didn't bother me, and also, if I'm honest, because the thought gave me a great deal of pleasure.

We went over Amy's previous rape, again and again, in great detail. I had kept copious notes of my therapy sessions with the cunt. I shared every little incident with Blackton.

"He called her a whore," I noted, "because her pussy got wet. It's common in rape victims. Self protection, to stop it hurting, and anyway the physical stimulation of that area tends to result in lubrication. But it was intensely humiliating for her, and she can't let go of that moment. She felt totally owned by him, betrayed by her own body. If you really want to cause her distress…"

"I'll play on that heavily. 'Whore' is a pretty generic slur, I can call her that without making her think I know anything about the previous assault. And drawing attention to her wetness is standard humiliation technique. I'll make sure I wait until she really is wet, of course. I'll also be calling her bitch, slut, rape-hole, cunt, of course…"

"Of course," I said, gazing at him as I sipped my coffee. Was I falling in love with Blackton? Certainly my admiration for him was intense and exciting, translating directly into pleasurable tingles in my panties.

I've treated a lot of rape victims – it's kind of my speciality. I enjoy it. I mean, I really enjoy it. But I'd never had a rapist on my couch, so to speak. So far as I know. After years seeing how rape can scar an otherwise healthy girl, blight her whole existence, I had built up a very sincere respect for the power of the cock when wielded against an unwilling fucktoy.

"She talks obsessively about her fear of a rapist cumming inside her. And her rapist didn't even do that. He pulled out and came in her face. She found that extremely humiliating but what absolutely terrified her was the thought of him filling her unprotected snatch with jizz. The whole time he was raping her that thought obsessed her, and she remains traumatized and frightened about that."

"Well then. That's obviously two things that need to happen," he said.

"Isn't that a risk? You'd be leaving DNA evidence."

He mused, sipped his espresso. "I think, based on the cunt's psychology, that we can exclude that possibility if we play this right."

Deep down I agreed. It seemed inconceivable that Amy would want to share her violation with the police, or talk about it in court. And I knew I had a considerable influence on her. I could subtly dissuade her if she suggested the possibility of telling on Blackton. I relished that power.

With all the victims I've treated, I've argued against reporting their rapes. Genuinely it wouldn't do most of them any good. It would retraumatize them. But that wasn't the reason I argued against it, in fact the thought of them being destroyed on cross-examination made my cunt drool. No, I talked them out of it because I wanted their rapists to go unpunished and to carry on preying on young girls. There was one case where the girl had more than enough evidence, in the form of injuries, relatively minor (bruises external and internal, a bloody lip and a black eye) recorded at the hospital that treated her, and had even managed to switch her phone to record, catching ever slap, grunt, sob and protest (I loved listening to that rape, and even got the bitch to supply a copy "for my files" so I could enjoy it in private at any time). She could have put her rapist away for years, especially considering his prior record.

I talked her out of it. It gave me intense pleasure. He's still at large, she's still in therapy. Making good progress, but of course she'll never be the same again. Rape is a super-power.

"The cunt is always blaming herself for not putting up enough resistance," I said.

"Interesting. So do you think she'll really struggle this time?"

I thought about that. "No, I think she'll be just as pathetic. She's scared of pain. Still, you should plan for the possibility."

"I always do."

"How are you enjoying your coffee?" asked the waitress.

"Fine, thank you," said Blackton, smiling at her and watching her ass as she left. "There was one girl who fought like a wildcat. I had to give her quite a beating. It was less like a rape and more like a straight fight."

"Was she badly hurt?" I asked, nibbling a biscuit.

"Nothing too severe. I ended up finally choking her to subdue her and that was so exciting that I really felt the danger of getting homicidal for the only time in my life. Squeezing a girl's throat until her eyes roll back in her head is a powerful feeling."

"I can imagine," I said, eyeing him with even greater respect.

The subject turned to anal. Here, I had some excellent news for Blackton.

"Oh, she's an anal virgin. The cunt is absolutely terrified of ass-fucking. She told me that during her rape, because her assailant had grabbed her and pushed her face into a wall, she was very scared that he would rape her in the ass. Then, of course, when he stuck it in her pussy she became terrified that he'd cum there. But I'd say she has a definite phobia about anal."

"Wonderful. So making her suck, fucking her cunt, and fucking her ass will all be traumatic for the cunt."

"Exactly. There is a definite psychological reason to rape her in every hole. Too bad those tiny tits of hers are too small for a titty-fuck because I'm sure she'd find that super-degrading as well."

"She's going to need years of therapy when I'm through with her," said Blackton confidently, finishing his coffee.

At our next meeting, a few days later, Blackton told me that he'd been visiting the cunt's flat regularly, making himself at home without leaving any traces. He'd taken her spare key and had it copied, returning it so she'd never know.

This time, the photos he showed me were more interesting. The contents of a drawer.

"A vibrator? And nipple clamps!" I said. "The little slut, she never told me."

"Obviously I'm going to use these on her." said Blackton. "Just as I destroy the safety of her home I can destroy whatever associations of pleasure these trinkets have for her. What's her sex life like, anyway?" said Blackton.

We were back in the café. I caught the waitress's eye and we ordered. Enjoying the fact that she could hear but not understand us, I said, "Non-existent. She's unable to trust men after what happened to her. She fears them." The waitress departed, and we both watched her saucy round ass as she went. "So she's left with masturbation, but she struggles to achieve release. Too inhibited, too traumatized. I've encouraged her to use her rape as masturbation fantasy material, but she
hates that!" We chuckled.

"Some women seem to find that helpful," I continued. "For her it's a torment. But I make her do it at least once a week and report back in detail. Very humiliating."

"Maybe that's why she's not progressing in her therapy?" suggested Blackton with a wry smirk.

"No, she's just a stuck-up, prudish little bitch who can't get over the fact that a man used her by force," I snapped. God, I really hate that cunt. "She can't be made to realise that rape is just a part of life. So a man had some fun at your expense? Your snotty little snatch actually fulfilled its purpose for once. Accept it, sweetie, and move on. I tried to get her to open up about her previous sex life but it was so tiresomely vanilla I gave up. She wants romance and respect and pink shit. Tough titty, she's getting raped. Again." I slammed down my coffee cup, spilling a little into the saucer.

"She really annoys you, huh? Well, don't worry, the cunt is going to get everything she deserves.. and more. But this question of her sad inability to please her own pussy, it raises an interesting point. What would be the effect on her, mentally, if I make her cum?"

"Well—" I was intrigued, excited at the thought, but I didn't want to answer him right off. "Is that likely? Achievable? How many of your victims orgasmed during their rape?"

"Only a couple, but bear in mind, I wasn't trying to please them. I see rape as a selfish activity where I get a bit of pleasure and my victim gets a lot of suffering. But two of them couldn't hold back. One I remember, a lovely mixed-race bitch with fantastic breasts, glowered at me with pure hatred all the time I was pounding her, and then when she came she broke down in sobs. I really felt triumph, as if I'd taken everything from the slut, broken her completely."

I realised I was rubbing my thighs together. I stopped, blushing slightly. "Well, it's true, several victims I've treated have also cum on their rapists' cocks." (I reject the term 'rape survivor' – of course they're survivors or they wouldn't be here. I encourage my clients to embrace their victimhood.) "Sometimes merely a matter of the stimulation being too powerful to resist, sometimes some element of masochism in their mentality which causes them to become aroused by their own humiliation. I encourage them to explore those feelings fully. Three of my clients have gone on to be full-on painsluts. They'll never get over being raped but they can at least get some thrills from it."

"So, I should definitely see if I can force the cunt to cum," said Blackton. "It may not work, but if it does, it'll be…"

"Devastating. The cunt will be destroyed. I mean, she will anyway. But knowing she's climaxed for her rapist will make it SO much worse. Here's to your victory in that department."

We clinked coffee cups.

End of chapter 2
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Very keen to hear your reactions and thoughts. I'd especially welcome any suggestions to make Amy the cunt's ordeal even crueller.

[JTCK]

A very promising continuation. Poor Amy! And through the long introduction (nothing has really happened yet), the reader’s suspense and anticipation rise immeasurably.
I also like Dr. Lamb’s more active role in this chapter. Perhaps she isn’t as much of a victim as I thought after the first chapter. And at least on her side, there is clearly a sexual tension... I’m not sure whether Blackton feels this tension as well, and whether something might unfold here before things really get going with Amy.