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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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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