"Ariel" - hypnosis, imaginary rape

[Neighbor]

Teaser: Summary: Wherein a 22 yr old woman in a wheelchair is thought by the medical community to need the stimulation of an imaginary rape.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

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 - Let's do this

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Title: Summary: Wherein a 22 yr old woman in a wheelchair is thought by the medical community to need the stimulation of an imaginary rape.
Author: Written by "Neighbor", 2010
Chapter Tags: Codes (from RU, 2010): MMF fant Slow ESP 1st rape hypno mag het rough gang
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Dedicated with love to the short-lived TV show, "The Dresden Files", starring Paul Blackthorne, Valerie Cruz, Terrence Mann, et al.
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"Ariel" - hypnosis, imaginary rape

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Codes (from RU, 2010): MMF fant Slow ESP 1st rape hypno mag het rough gang

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I was sitting in the town library, in a small town in the middle of Oregon. That's where you'll usually find me, I practically live there. I clean up after myself, and I don't make noise, and I don't spill drinks on the pages of books. All except Ms M'Garthy, they pretty well tolerated me.

I don't want to be famous, and I don't work for rich people, so I'm always broke. But it seemed like I always had just enough to eat with, and to get my rent paid.

I was holding court, as usual. That is, I was at my regular table, and a couple quiet students were hanging out, wanting to hear some of my stories.

I knew they were coming. LOL. Not intuition but because they had emailed. And they walked into the room, spotting us immediately. Two ladies in suits and pushing a third who was in a wheelchair, paraplegic with spinal cord broken at 6a. The crippled lady wanted to be raped. They figured I could help.

"You the magician?", one of the suits asked, in a low voice respectful of the library around her. I answered, "Yeah, but as I told you, there's a better guy in Chicago, named Dresden." She answered bitterly, "He wouldn't take our case. Said he had 'ethical' problems with it."

I took a deep breath, then told them to get seated, and push our guest of honor up to the table, across from me.

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I looked into her eyes, and gently asked her name. "Ariel", she responded shortly. I asked how she hurt her back. "I had an accident when I was riding my horse", she said, with eyes tearing slightly. "My back got broke, and they couldn't save the horse." Then I asked, "So you came here to have sex? Specifically you want to be raped?" She nodded her head, and whispered, "Yes please." I explained that if she was satisfied, my price was $100, and I didn't work for rich people. A little more chatter, then we were ready to start.

I pulled my leather pouch out, untied it, and spread the leather out on the table, in the middle of which was a leaded-glass crystal about the size of the top joint of my thumb, attached to a thin golden chain about 20 inches long. I showed her how to place her right elbow on the table, and hold the golden chain with the crystal suspended half an inch (the width of one of her fingers) above the surface of the table. The chain was grasped between her thumb and first finger, with instructions to relax her hand, arm, and fingers.

I explained to her that she was to will the crystal not to move, and I would override her wishes, without any movement whatsoever of her hand or fingers. I told her the crystal would begin swinging... it did. Then it would move clockwise... it did. Then it would stop and move counterclockwise. And it did, quickly. I had measured her suggestibility, and my control over her subconscious.

As it appeared that she had never moved her hand, even microscopically, I risked a momentary glance at the others around the table, and each had a look of wonder on their faces. Yeah, I'm vain enough to enjoy this kind of stagecraft, and the audience's unconscious applause.

We moved from the crystal to a basic pre-hypnosis game of pattycake, wherein she held her palms flat on the table, and I used that as a distraction, having her raise and lower them, as I reached through her subconscious to turn on that physical state that one gets just before going to sleep at night, where the chemicals of the brain begin telling the body not to notify it, and where the brain begins to concentrate on "re-alphabetizing the events of the day", and searching for correlation as a method of permanently storing memories.

This "suggestibility state", also known as animal magnetism, or hypnosis, is just what the name implies. That is, the subject is able to receive suggestions, is uncritically focused upon the suggestion, but retains the ability to be themselves, to lie to you, be eager to please, to be all that they would be in a conscious state. Except, that they are able to shut out the distractions such as awareness of other people in the room, etc.

When we reached the point where her hands were hovering above the table, and she was unable to push them downward to touch the table itself, I took her into the relaxation and establishment of communication stage. I explained safe-words that would bring her to wakefulness, if she got into trouble. Then I spent about 10 or 15 minutes finding her basic depth. At this point, so far as she knew, she was physically normal and it was before her accident.

She was walking through the woods, looking for her horse.

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She became aware of the 3 men following her, and fear gripped her insides. She defiantly turned to face them, and demanded to know what they were doing on her family's property. They came striding purposefully from the brush towards her, with smiles that made her feel uneasy.

They came towards her, admiring this cheerleader and athlete, this rich horse-riding woman-innocent, this spoiled and privileged product of money. They laughed with twisted impatience, as she stamped a foot, again demanding to know what they wanted, and why they were trespassing. Her angry demands were cut short as one of them slapped her. She began screaming, and turned to run, as all 3 men rushed her, tackling her, all 4 people spilling to the ground.

Two of the men lay on her legs, one man each to a leg, each pulling at a flailing ankle. The third man sat holding her wrists, one of his feet on each of her shoulders, stretching her hands and arms painfully straight above her head. One of the men holding an ankle, reached with his own leg and began kicking her side with his boot, until her struggles began to fade. As her thrashing began to falter, he reached up under her dress with a free hand, and pulled her panties to her ankles.

With the speed worthy of a rodeo cowboy, he slipped one leg of her panties off her foot, and quickly twisted it several times until it was twisted tight around her remaining ankle. Then forcing an opening in the other panty-leg, he forced it back over her other ankle. Now her ankles were effectively tied by panties that had a dozen twists between her ankles, as if they were 'cloth handcuffs' on her ankles.

One of the men stood on the panties, immobilizing her thrashing legs, knees, and ankles. The other man, freed from holding a leg, stood and bent over her, and rammed a fist into her stomach just under her ribcage. This was the first time she had ever had her "breath knocked out", and she found herself unable to will her body to breathe. Seeing the immediate possibility of death, she went still, but after a few seconds, her breath began to return, at first a bit, then in great rushing bunches of air.

The man who had punched her, then stood between her knees, kicking them a bit apart, then unzipped his pants and pulled down his shorts. She had never seen a man's dick before, but it looked like the pictures she had seen, although it looked so much smaller in real life. Still, she realized, it was simply too large to fit into her quaking body; her mind, her body, her pussy willing the man to withhold his attack.

He rammed it into her suddenly, and she screamed in pain, and this seemed to excite all three men. He pistoned his hips, working his tool into her warm depths, to her pain, and to his delight. He pumped himself in and out of her for what felt like about 15 minutes. Then tensed, and she understood that he was squirting his cum into her body, she thought she could feel the liquid inside her. She was crying, and her vagina was screaming it's pain to her mind.

As he stood and stepped from between her knees, the next man stepped into his place, and kicked her knees apart as the first had done. Like the first, he stabbed a prick into her, that seemed too big for her body to tolerate. Like the first, his actions were searing pain between her legs, but he also put one hand on her shoulder, beside his friend's boot, as if to pull himself up inside her more forcefully. From time to time, with his free hand, he would slap her. Her tears were flowing constantly, and her sobs continued unabated.

The third man was a repeat of the first two, but he started by beating his fist into her cheek, forming a bruise, and making the side of her lip bleed. Dizzy and in pain, she went into "survival mode", and willed the bottom half of her body to go numb. She let her consciousness stand at a distance, until the men finished with her, and congratulated each other as they walked into the distance of her awareness.

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We all sat in the library, around the table, in astonishment, as we saw the bruise and the cut in Ariel's lip appear.

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We looked up, and Ms M'Garthy's angry visage had appeared in the doorway of the glassed-in room we were occupying. "WHAT is going on in here?", she demanded, striding into the room. Before anyone had the courage to answer, she had stomped to Ariel's side, reaching over the wheelchair, and placing her hand on Ariel's shoulder.

Immediately, her hand still on Ariel's shoulder, her eyes closed, and we heard a gurgling sound, her body was shaking, and her mouth couldn't seem to close, as the juices ran down her chin and to the floor. She stood and shook for a minute, eyes still closed, and she fell to the floor in a swoon.

The two ladies in suits watched as I awoke Ariel, and she seemed shaken, but okay except for the bruise on her cheek, and her slightly-bleeding lip.

One of the suits handed me an envelope that I assumed had my $100 in. And they wheeled Ariel to the cab, and to her airplane, to home.

Ms M'Garthy had gotten to her hands and knees, there was juice running down her chin, and the bruise on her cheek, and the cut lip, were identical to Ariel's. (That surprised even me.) She had a dazed look on her face, as her eyes were now open, but she seemed unable to get up yet. She had a vague smile on her dazed expression.

My students had drifted off, not wanting to face Ms M'Garthy's authority, and I was pretty sure I would have to find a new place to hang out for awhile.

I opened the envelope expecting my $100, and there was a note from Ariel's dad, and a huge wad of bills. The note said, "Here is $100,000 for raping my daughter. We think the new chemicals you have put into her bloodstream will assist us in therapy. We will keep you posted."

I walked toward the door, ignoring Ms M'Garthy, still on her hands and knees, a strange gargling coming from her throat...

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Ms M'Garthy has called me a couple of times and asked me out, but she's older than I am, and I made excuses.

Ariel's father emailed me the other day and I guess she yelled in pain when they poked her toe with a needle, which is progress. He said that she is getting some movement in her toes. This is going to be earth-shattering, medically, if they really have found a way to re-attach a broken spinal cord.

I got a part time job at the local pizza place, and they let me hangout with friends and drink coffee when I'm not working. Pretty close to heaven, if you ask me...

End of chapter 1
Last modified 2:34 PM 8/6/2010 by Neighbor
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(I have no current plans to modify/expand this story.)
Feedback is always welcome, as comments, suggestions, or questions.

[trio]

Nice concept. Loved it ... I am reading a lot of new "old" material on here.

[RapeU]

Really great concept. Hypnosis has so many possibilities and you made it unique in an interesting and hot way.