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 ï>¿Sara's Sexual Conditioning by Daphne123

   Sara's Sexual Conditioning Pt.  01

   Sara's nonconsensual encounter reveals a disturbing desire.

   Sara's entire body tensed as she felt his hands glide slowly up her
beautiful dancer's legs towards the bottom of her skirt.  As a college
freshman, Sara had been trying to make new friends by going to parties and
getting to know other students.  Tonight, she had gone with a group of
other freshmen girls to a fraternity house hoping to meet some people.

   Now, Sara was in a stranger's bedroom on her back, only partially aware
of what was being done to her.  She vaguely remembered being curled up on a
sofa with her shoes off sitting between two cute guys she had met that
evening.  After some playful flirting and a few drinks, Sara took turns
making out with both of the fraternity boys.  It had been really turning
her on, but when one of the guys slid his hand up her skirt while the other
one unbuttoned the top button on her dress, Sara suddenly realized she was
getting in over her head.  She recalled trying to resist as one hand began
stroking her pussy through her panties while the other undid a second
button on the top of her dress and slid inside to touch her perky young
tits.

   It was then she realized she was getting very drowsy.  As the teenager
began falling further into unconsciousness, she felt herself being lifted
off the couch and carried into a back room by the two guys who then placed
her on a mattress.

   In a dreamlike state, Sara began to wonder if they had slipped something
in her punch.  Her mind still clouded, she was barely aware of one of the
guys taking her by the wrists and pinning them above her head while the
other began undoing the large buttons that went all the way down the front
of her royal blue dress.  From the low cut top to the bottom of the knee
length skirt, Sara felt each of the buttons being undone, her dress sliding
off of her beautiful nineteen-year-old figure as the fraternity guy
unwrapped her like a present.

   Sara had always appeared confident on the outside, but in truth, she was
somewhat shy, sensitive, and very self-conscious in new situations.  Her
eyes were amazingly blue and innocent, her silky brunette hair came down to
her shoulders, and her lips were the kind that you could just spend hours
kissing.

   Sara's legs were absolutely gorgeous.  As a performing arts major, she
had been involved in all types of dance her entire life.  From ballet to
freestyle, Sara was born to express herself through dance, and she had the
most perfectly toned legs to prove it.

   Sara didn't know it yet, but those legs were about to be spread wide
open.

   The stranger unhooked the front closure of Sara's white lace bra,
freeing her beautiful, perky mounds.  Her breasts rose and fell as the
college girl's steady breathing betrayed a lack of awareness of what was
happening to her.

   "Damn," one of the guys said, admiring Sara's perfect body as she
stirred, the helpless teen only partly aware of her situation.  "She is
gorgeous."

   Sara's clouded mind tried to tell her that something was wrong, but as
she felt her white lace panties being slid down her innocent body, her
pussy flooded in preparation for what she subconsciously knew was coming.

   "Oh..." Sara shivered as she felt her beautiful legs being spread apart
by the fraternity guy who was about to fuck her without permission.  As a
dancer, Sara's legs were very flexible.  She was used to holding splits and
could spread her legs very wide.

   "Wow, just look at this," he said, spreading Sara's legs into a mid-air
split, her pussy now completely exposed to the world and throbbing as if it
was begging to be fucked.

   Unable to think clearly, Sara tried to resist, but her muscles wouldn't
respond.  Her perky breasts rose and fell with each nervous breath as she
suddenly felt the head of the stranger's hard cock touch the entrance to
her pussy.

   For a brief moment, Sara's head cleared.  "Ohmygod..." she thought to
herself, "he's going to rape me!"

   Sara tried to struggle but her wrists were well pinned by the other
stranger.  She had only been fucked once before in high school, and it
hardly lasted long enough to count.

   This was very different.

   Sara felt like a virgin about to be defiled and there was nothing she
could do to stop it.  The college girl could only wait helplessly as she
felt the walls of her labia being parted by the guy's cock as it slowly
glided its way inside her.

   "This can't be happening...this can't be happening..." Sara repeated
over and over in her mind as the unwanted shaft tunneled inch by inch into
her young pussy.

   Her young, WET pussy.

   "Ohgod no...why am I wet?  I can't WANT this!" Sara thought to herself
as she felt the walls of her pussy actually expand to allow the invading
cock to push all the way into her.  His shaft was much larger than the one
that had fucked her briefly back in high school.

   "Ohgod, he's inside me!" Sara realized as her mind started to cloud
again.  She was only partially aware that the large cock violating her
pussy had begun to pump back and forth in quick tiny thrusts deep inside
her.

   The teenager drifted in and out of reality, her body shifting on the bed
with every stroke inside her warm, moist depths.  Sara was being fucked
without her consent.  She was helpless, alone, and being raped by someone
she had met just a few hours ago.  It was the most vulnerable she had ever
felt in her life.

   Yet, mixed with feelings of defilement and shame came something
else...something Sara would never have expected to experience while being
forcefully taken.

   Pleasure.

   "Wow, her pussy is soaked," the guy fucking Sara said to his friend
holding her down.  "This girl wants it bad."

   With each pump of her rapist's throbbing cock inside her, Sara felt
lances of sexual pleasure fire through her entire body.  She gasped each
time she felt him thrust his shaft invasively into her love canal.  Her
pussy seemed to welcome the defilement, caressing his shaft firmly from all
sides and bathing his cock in her warm, wet, and unresisting womb.

   "Damn, Sara," he said, more to himself than to her, "your pussy is a
perfect fit."

   As Sara drifted in and out of consciousness, her body was slowly and
steadily ravaged by the stranger for what seemed like an eternity.  Waves
of immense pleasure mixed with feelings of shame and embarrassment washed
over Sara's perfect body as she was being taken against her will.  Even if
she could have regained her senses enough to fight back, her wrists were
pinned above her head by another stranger, and her legs were being held
wide open by the guy who was fucking her.

   "Oh fuck, Sara..." she finally heard him whisper as his thrusts picked
up speed, "your...pussy is...  fucking amazing.  I'm...going...UM!!!...to
come inside you."

   In her dreamlike state, Sara shook her head.

   "No...please..." she managed to breathlessly say the words, struggling
against the other guy that was holding her wrists down.  "Please!  Don't
make me pregnant!"

   Ignoring her pleas, the stranger began fucking Sara at full speed,
pumping into her pussy as she lay helplessly underneath him and unable to
fight back.

   "Um...unh...no...no...ohgod no...please..." Sara didn't know if she was
actually saying the words or if they were just in her mind.  She did,
however, feel her body shift on the bed with every thrust of the fraternity
boy's cock.

   The cock that was violating her.

   Fucking her.

   Raping her.

   "No...nuhh...ohgod that feels so...good..." Sara was taken aback as the
thought went through her mind.  "Good?  No, it can't feel good...UM!...I'm
being raped.  Ahhh!!  Why does it feel good?"

   As if someone had flipped a switch, Sara's hips began thrusting upward,
fucking him back as her cunt was pounded relentlessly.

   "Damn, Sara," said the guy holding her down as he watched her pump her
pussy onto his friend's shaft, "you are really getting into this, aren't
you?"

   "Nooo...please...don't...come...inside...meeeeee," Sara weakly shook her
head, but even as she begged him not to rape her, Sara could also feel an
orgasm building within her depths.

   "Ohgod, no!" Sara screamed inside her mind as her g-spot was stroked
relentlessly by the fast thrusts of the cock violating her.

   "I can't be coming.  I can't be enjoying this!  I can't..."

   Slamming his large cock all the way into Sara's pussy, he unloaded his
liquid deep inside her unprotected womb.

   "OHGOD!!!" Sarah cried out in her mind as her body reared up in tension,
her entire world crashing down as orgasm took her.  She felt the warmth of
his liquid spreading inside her as the walls of her pussy gripped tightly
around his shaft, milking him for every last drop.  It was as if her pussy
had wanted to be defiled.

   "Noooooo..." When it was over, Sara's head fell back defeated.  She felt
violated, degraded, and worst of all, a sense of shame that throughout the
experience she had actually felt pleasure.  Being raped was a traumatic
experience, it wasn't supposed to feel good...and yet, it was the most
intense orgasm she had ever had in her life.

   "How is this possible?" Sara thought in disbelief.  "How could I have
enjoyed being raped and defiled like that?"

   In her partially aware state, she didn't notice that her two captors had
switched places...until it was too late.

   "Ohgod...no!  No, please!" Sara struggled as best she could as the other
fraternity guy moved between her legs and lined his cock up with her
already violated pussy.

   Sara closed her eyes and braced herself as she was about to be defiled a
second time.

   "Ohgod...not again..." Sara began drifting in and out of consciousness
once again as she felt the other stranger's cock begin to tunnel inside her
pussy.  Before she knew it, Sara's second rape had begun.

   ***

   "That was five years ago, Doctor Boone," Sara confided to her therapist
while laying back on the couch in his office.  "I still think about it."

   "That's normal, Sara." Dr.  Boone assured his patient, writing down some
notes on a pad.  "It was a very traumatic experience for you.  These things
take time to emotionally heal."

   "I know, but..." Sara moistened her lips and replied hesitantly.  "I
don't still think about it because it was traumatic." Sara's voice lowered
to a whisper.  "I think about it because it felt good."

   Dr.  Boone raised an eyebrow.  "You mean you wanted to be raped?"

   "No," Sara was quick to answer.  "As I was being raped, though, it felt
amazing.  I actually came several times...really hard.  I was so turned on
at the thought of being taken without my permission.  I enjoyed struggling
against both guys as they held me down and took advantage of me.  It was so
hot knowing that they were pounding into me while I was barely conscious,
and that I couldn't do anything to stop them.  Certainly, THAT'S not
normal."

   Dr.  Boone tapped his pen on his pad.  "I'll admit it is unusual, but
many women have a so called 'rape fantasy' where they are taken against
their will."

   "Really?" Sara's eyes brightened, relieved that she wasn't totally
crazy.

   "Sure," Dr.  Boone replied, "most women, however, don't actually want
the fantasy to come true."

   Sara was silent for a moment, wondering if she was ready to admit what
she was about to say.

   "But..." Sara's voice was as soft as a whisper, "what if
I...actually...did...want it to come true?"

   For the first time in his career, Dr.  Boone was speechless, not only
from hearing Sara's confession, but because he noticed how hard his cock
was.

   Afraid she had said too much, Sara began to cry and lowered her head
into her hands.

   "I'm really messed up," Sara said more to herself than to her therapist.

   "Hey, hey, shhhhh..." Dr.  Boone quickly consoled his patient.  "It's
totally fine.  I think I can help."

   Sara looked up at Dr.  Boone with her beautiful blue eyes.  "How?"

   Dr.  Boone spoke softly.  "What if I could take away the guilt and shame
you feel when someone forces you to have sex without your consent?"

   Sara's mouth fell open as she listened carefully.

   "I can make your non-consensual encounters feel just as amazing as they
did five years ago but without the emotional trauma."

   Sara couldn't believe what she was hearing.

   "You mean you could actually condition me to enjoy being raped?" Sara
asked hesitantly.

   "To an extent, yes," Dr.  Boone replied.  "I could make the conditioning
such that it would only work with people you find sexually attractive and
know would have no intention of harming you physically."

   This time, it was Sara who was speechless.

   "That way, if a stranger ever tried to molest or harm you then you would
be able to fight back."

   Her mouth still gaping, Sara finally found her voice.  "That is the most
twisted thing I've ever heard."

   Dr.  Boone shrugged.  "Your choice.  Think about it, and call me if you
decide to schedule a conditioning session."

   Her mind blown, Sara stood up and shook Doctor Boone's hand before
heading out the door without saying another word.

   The drive home was just as quiet.  Sara didn't listen to the radio, use
her mobile, or even wave to the neighbors as she drove down her street. 
She couldn't think about anything else.  Did she really enjoy being raped
five years ago?  Did she really want to experience that feeling again? 
Could she even be conditioned to reject the guilt and shame she felt?  How
was that even possible?

   "Too many questions to think about," Sara thought to herself as she
unlocked the door to her small rustic cabin style house.  Tossing her purse
and keys on the table, Sara hurried to her bedroom and closed the door. 
Even though she lived alone, she needed the isolation to think.

   Sara threw herself on the bed and laid face down on her soft silk
sheets, her head resting gently on her pillow.

   Sara wasn't sure why, but the tears came anyway.

   "What is wrong with me?" Sara thought to herself as she replayed the
events from five years ago in her mind.  "Did I like what they had forced
me to do?  Deep down, did I really enjoy being helpless, held down, and
raped...twice?"

   Without realizing it, Sara's hand glided down between her legs.

   "Is it okay to enjoy being raped by two guys who I thought were really
attractive?"

   Sarah unsnapped and unzipped her jeans, making room for her hand to be
able to slip inside her panties.

   "Did it feel good to be held down...have my legs spread wide...and have
a cock slide into me knowing I couldn't do anything to stop it?"

   Sara found her clitoris and began masturbating gently with tiny little
circular motions of her hand.

   "Oh..." Sara let a soft gasp of pleasure escape her lips as she teased
the most sensitive part of her beautiful body.

   "What if one of them...or both of them were here now?" Sara wasn't sure
if she was still trying to analyze what had happened to her or just wanting
to make herself come.

   "Would I want them to rape me again?"

   Sara's lovely rear was jerking from side to side and her hips were
giving little pumps as the young girl's pussy began to get really wet.

   "Oh...ohh...ohhh...ohhhh..." Sara closed her eyes tight and thrust her
hips into the mattress as she pleasured her sensitive, erect clit with her
fingertips.  Wanting more, Sara slipped her other hand into her panties and
slid two fingers inside her very wet pussy.

   "OOHHH!!!" Sara cried out in sheer lust as she quickly found her g-spot
and began gliding her fingers across it over and over again, all while her
other hand continued to wank her clit.

   "Ohgod..." Sara moaned to herself as her hands worked faster and faster,
the walls of her pussy quivering as she reached her climax.

   "Oh fuck, I'm going to come!" she screamed in her mind.

   Sara felt so ashamed that all she could think about while pleasuring
herself, was being taken against her will by those two college guys five
years ago, and how amazing it felt...

   ...and as she came hard, her body locking in tension, her head rising
off of the pillow, and her mouth open in a scream with no sound, Sara only
knew that she wanted to be fucked that way again.

   "Oooooooo...Ohhhh!!!  Ohhhhh!!!!!  OHHHH!!!!!" Sara finally found her
voice, squealing in high-pitched yelps each time her body jerked from
powerfully intense jolts of orgasmic pleasure.

   "OHGOD!!!  OHGOD!!!  OHGOD!!!" Sara kept going, continuing to masturbate
through another powerful climax and forcing a second wonderful orgasm out
of her pussy.

   Finally, as the waves of pleasure began to subside, Sara's body relaxed
onto the soft bed and smooth silk sheets.

   "Mmmmmmm..." the young girl sighed with contentment as she took several
long deep breaths.

   Sara's mind began to clear from the post-orgasmic euphoria.  Rolling
over onto her back and staring up at the ceiling, she reached for her
phone.

   Sara only partially noticed that as she was dialing the number with one
hand, the other had slipped back into her panties and was gently rubbing
her clit again.

   "Hi, this is Sara..." she said into the phone when Dr.  Boone answered.

   "Hello, Sara, is there anything I can do for you?"

   Moistening her lips, Sara's voice was almost trembling as she spoke just
one word softly into the phone...

   "Yes."

   ***



   Sara's Sexual Conditioning Pt.  02

   Sara agrees to be conditioned by her therapist.

   "Doctor Boone?" Sara asked softly, knocking on his office door.

   "Yes, Sara," came his calm voice.  "Come in."

   Sara glided inside her therapist's consulting office and closed the
door, her black high heels silent as she stepped onto the carpet.

   Sara worked at a digital marketing company specializing in webpage
design and online purchasing.  At age 24, Sara was moving up in the company
fairly quickly for two reasons: she was very good at her job and she was
scorching hot.

   Sara's beautiful dirty blonde hair was very soft and came down to her
shoulders.  Her eyes were amazingly blue and stared hypnotically through a
pair of thin-rimmed glasses.  Her lips were soft and full, perfect for
kissing, and her voice had a melodious, almost childlike tone to it.

   Sara's dark secret though, was that she had been raped five years ago by
two college guys during her freshman year.  She had felt all the shame and
guilt that came with such a traumatic experience.  To her dismay though,
Sara realized she had also enjoyed it.

   Now, her therapist had offered Sara a way for her to experience her rape
fantasies without guilt, shame, or danger.  It was the most bizarre idea
Sara had ever heard, but over the past few days, she found herself
considering it.

   Now, here she was in her therapist's office, getting ready to turn her
darkest fantasy into reality.  At least she felt comfortable confiding in
Doctor Boone.  He was always really sweet and compassionate, not to mention
cute.  She had thought so when she first saw him several months ago.

   It took a little while at home to decide what outfit to put on today. 
After all, what does one wear to a "sexual conditioning session" as Doctor
Boone had referred to it?

   Sara chose a breezy, thin fabric, one-piece, black top and pants with a
lovely peach and white floral print.  The top had short puffy sleeves and
her shoulders were completely bare.  The pants came down to her ankles and
had a cloth belt around her waist tied in a bow.  Her black high heels and
black-rimmed glasses added extra sophistication to her look.

   "Have a seat on the couch, Sara." Doctor Boone gestured towards his
small sofa that was more like a love seat than a full couch.

   Sara walked over to the sofa and sat down, her perky breasts bouncing
freely under her shoulderless top.  She was hesitant, even a little
nervous, but she reminded herself that this was something she wanted to do.

   Doctor Boone handed Sara a clipboard with a document and pen attached.
"If you will just sign this waiver consenting to the conditioning session."

   Sara moistened her lips as she read over the form.  Peering at Doctor
Boone over the top of her glasses.

   "Are you sure this is going to work?" Sara asked softly.

   "If you commit to it, yes," Doctor Boone replied.  "I'm not going to lie
to you though.  It's going to require you to do some very intimate things
in front of me, and if you resist the treatment then it won't work.  You
have to want it."

   Sara took a deep breath and signed the waiver.

   "I want it." Sara handed the form back to Doctor Boone.

   "Okay then," Doctor Boone said, placing the form on his desk and sitting
down in a chair across from Sara.  "Just try and relax."

   Over the next half hour, Doctor Boone gradually put Sara into a
dream-like state of semi-consciousness, her eyes now closed and her mind
now open to hypnotic suggestion.

   "Sara," Doctor Boone said softly.  "Can you still hear me?"

   Sara nodded, her head lowered.

   "I want you to go back in your mind to your freshman year in college."

   Sara nodded again.

   "You are at a fraternity house party, being carried into a bedroom and
placed on a mattress by two college guys."

   Sara moistened her lips nervously.

   "One is pinning your wrists to the mattress above your head.  The other
is unbuttoning your dress."

   "Um hmm," Sara breathed deeply, her braless mounds rising and falling in
her bare shoulder top.

   "Tell me what happened next," Doctor Boone instructed.

   Sara shifted uncomfortably as she spoke.  "He...he took off my dress
while his friend held me down."

   "Then what, Sara?"

   The young girl moistened her lips again.  "He unhooked the clasp of my
bra..."

   "From the back?"

   "No," Sara's innocent voice answered.  "It was a front-closure bra."

   "Show me," Doctor Boone ordered.

   Reliving her experience, Sara put her hands between her breasts and
mimed unhooking her bra.  Then, placing her hands on her actual
bare-shoulder top, Sara slowly pushed it down to her waist, allowing her
perfectly perky breasts to spill out and bounce freely.

   Doctor Boone stared at his patient's young beautiful tits as they were
displayed for him.  They were even more perfect than he had imagined.  He
watched in awe as Sara's breasts rose and feel hypnotically with her deep
breathing, her erect nipples making their presence known.

   Boone sighed wistfully.  He knew resisting the temptation to take
advantage of this situation was going to be tough, but actually seeing
Sara's marvelous breasts was testing the limits of his self-control.

   "What...did you feel at the time?" Boone asked, trying to regain his
professionalism.

   "I...felt...helpless." Sara said softly.  "He was taking off my clothes
and I couldn't stop him."

   "What happened next?"

   Sara gently bit her lower lip.  "He...slid my panties down my legs and
took them off."

   Doctor Boone's cock was as hard as steel.

   "Show me."

   Sara nodded and untied her cloth belt.  Then, shifting her hips from
side to side, she pushed the rest of her outfit down past her waist.  As
she reached her hips, Sara slid her black satin panties over the curves of
her shapely ass and down her legs with the rest of her outfit, tossing them
both aside.

   "Mygod," Doctor Boone couldn't help saying out loud as he took in the
vision before him.  His patient, Sara was on his office couch completely
nude except for her black heels and black-rimmed glasses while she was
sub-consciously reenacting her rape.

   "Then," Sara continued, "he spread my legs as wide as they would go."

   Boone almost choked on his own words.  "Please, show me..."

   Sara leaned back on the love seat, lifted her shapely dancer's legs in
the air, and spread them wide into the same mid-air split she had been
forced into five years ago.

   Doctor Boone's mouth fell open as his patient revealed the most intimate
places on her body to him.  Sara's little pussy was smooth and beautiful.
It looked so innocent and delicate.  If he didn't know about Sara's rape,
he might have thought that she was a virgin.  He could tell though just by
looking how turned on she was.  Sara's nipples were as hard as drill bits,
and her pussy lips were throbbing.

   "How did you feel as he spread your legs?" Doctor Boone asked.

   "Scared," Sara admitted.  "I realized that he was getting ready to rape
me."

   "You couldn't fight back?"

   "No," Sara continued, raising her arms above her head.  "My wrists were
being held down by the other guy."

   Doctor Boone stood up and slowly walked over to his unbelievably hot
patient.  Picking up her cloth belt, he took Sara's arms one at a time and
began tying the cloth around her wrists, he secured Sara to the back of the
sofa to simulate her memory of being held down.

   "You couldn't move your arms?" Boone asked.

   "No," Sara pouted.

   "You couldn't close your legs either?"

   "No..." Sara started to well up with tears.  "He held them apart while
he raped me."

   With a deep breath, Doctor Boone knelt down in front of Sara, placing
his hands firmly on the young woman's inner thighs.

   "Like this?" Boone's question was almost a whisper.

   Sara nodded her head quickly as the tears started to flow.  "Yes."

   Boone swallowed hard, Sara's moist, throbbing, and tight pussy only
inches from him.

   "What did you feel then?"

   Sara's voice cracked.  "I...felt...so...vulnerable.  When his cock
touched my labia I felt so powerless.  I couldn't stop him."

   Boone could see that Sara's clit was erect and throbbing.

   "He pushed slowly into me..."

   The therapist's cock twitched when he saw Sara's hips start to make tiny
little thrusts back and forth as if she were being violated.

   "He was raping me...I felt so ashamed."

   "What else, Sara?" Boone tried to go deeper into her thoughts.

   "No...please," Sara sobbed, her hips pumping over and over.

   "What else did you feel, Sara?"

   "No...it's too embarrassing to admit."

   "Sara," Boone said firmly.  "You have to confront this. 
What...else...did...you...feel?"

   Sara's hips began pumping harder as if she were being fucked, her
gorgeous breasts bouncing up and down with each thrust.

   "I...felt...PLEASURE!  Ohgod!  It felt so GOOD!"

   Unable to stop himself, Boone moved his head between Sara's legs and
slowly licked her clit...just once.

   "OHGODYES!" Sara's hips were shaking, desperately searching for whatever
had just touched her clit and given her that pleasure.

   "Did you want more, Sara?" the therapist asked.

   Sara nodded quickly as her voice trembled.  "Yes.  I was being
raped...but I wanted more.  I wanted that pleasure so badly."

   "Like this?" Doctor Boone immediately went down on Sara's pussy, lapping
away at her cunt like an excited puppy.

   Sara's entire body locked in tension.  "YES!!  OHGODYES!!  FUCK ME!! 
FUCK MEEEEEEE!!"

   Boone began going wild on Sara's gorgeous young pussy.  He licked and
sucked relentlessly, lapping at her labia, and swirling his tongue in
circles around her erect clit.

   "OHGOD HE'S RAPING ME!" Sara was in another world.  A world where she
was being taken against her will, and at the same time, in the throes of
almost unbearable pleasure.

   "I'M COMING!!  OHGOD I'M COMING!!" Sara screamed as she was about to be
pushed over the edge, her hair flying wildly as she threw her head back and
cried out at the ceiling.

   "And freeze!" Doctor Boone ordered, snapping his fingers.

   Sara's body immediately froze in position mere seconds before she would
have exploded in orgasm.  Her head lay back, pulling on the cloth belt
binding her wrists above her.  Sara's amazing breasts thrust forward as her
back arched in tension.  Her mouth was open and her eyes were closed tight
in the most amazing sexual ecstasy.

   "Sara," Doctor Boone said softly.  "Your body is frozen and cannot move
until I snap my fingers again.  Your mind can still hear me though, and you
can answer my questions.  Do you understand?"

   Sara's voice was trembling, fighting for an orgasm that was both seconds
and an eternity away.  "Y-yes."

   "I've frozen you at this level of arousal so that I can condition you to
achieve it again instantly...under certain circumstances."

   "Ohgod..." Sara's child-like voice sounded so vulnerable. 
"What...circumstances?"

   "First, whenever you consent to having sexual contact with anyone, your
body will behave as normal," Doctor Boone explained.

   "Second, if you are sexually assaulted by someone who means to harm you,
your body will also behave as normal and allow you to resist."

   Sara waited nervously to hear Boone's next instruction, her aroused body
wanting to come so desperately bad.

   "However, if someone you find sexually attractive tries to rape you by
fucking your mouth, your pussy, or your ass, AND that person has no
intention of causing any physical harm to you, your body will immediately
go to this level of arousal and remain there until that person comes inside
you."

   "Ohmygod..." Sara's tears started to flow again.  "You are really doing
this to me, aren't you?"

   "Yes, I am." Doctor Boone continued.  "Further, if someone you find
attractive gropes your breasts, grabs your ass, or strokes your pussy
without your permission, your nipples and your clitoris will instantly
become erect and quadruple in sensitivity until your molestor is finished
raping you."

   "Ohgod...please no..." Sara had only half-believed that what Boone was
doing to her was actually possible.  As she lay on the loveseat wearing
only her glasses and heels, her legs spread wide, her wrists bound above
her head, and her body frozen mere seconds from a massive orgasm, the young
woman began to realize that this was not only possible, but was definitely
going to happen.

   Doctor Boone placed his right hand gently between Sara's legs, causing
her to give a high-pitched girly yelp.

   "Doctor Boone!" Sara panicked as she felt the lips of her pussy entrance
being parted by her therapist.  "What are you doing?  Ahhh!"

   Without answering, Boone inserted two fingers inside Sara's warm wet
pussy and began to finger blast her cunt.

   "OOOHHHH!!" Sara flung her hair back as her therapist's hand went into
overdrive, his fingers moving across her g-spot so fast it felt like a
jackhammer was inside her.

   "OH FUCK!!" Sara cried out from the sexual torture.

   "Now Sara," Boone continued.  "When you are being fucked in your pussy
without your consent, and your rapist is pumping his cock inside you, your
g-spot will become so sensitive that you will experience waves of multiple
orgasms that will not let up until he comes inside your pussy."

   "OHGOD!  NO...PLEASE!!  AAAAHHHH!!"

   "Most importantly, you will not feel shame as you are being raped."
Boone continued.

   "UNNNNHHH!!" Sara cried out both in pleasure and torture.

   "You will enjoy being taken against your will."

   "Ohgod no!  Please!" Sara begged.

   "The more you say 'no', the more pleasurable it will become."

   "UUUNNNNHHHHH!!" Sara's entire body began to shake. 
"You're...forcing...me...ohgod...to...enjoy...my...rape."

   "Yes, Sara..." Boone's fingers began pumping into his patient's cunt so
fast that they looked blurry.  "That is exactly what I am doing.  Are you
ready to come now, Sara?"

   "YES!!  OH, FUCK YES!!  PLEASE!!" Sara cried out in absolute agony.

   Boone snapped his fingers.  "Unfreeze."

   "OOOHHHGGOOODDD!!" Sara came hard, her pussy muscles clamping down on
Boone's fingers in a vice-like grip, rocketing Sara to a new level of
pleasure she had never felt before.  She pulled on the restraints binding
her wrists above her as every muscle in Sara's gorgeous body contracted in
tension and then released as orgasm took her.

   "OOOOHHHFFUUUUUCCKKK!!" Sara's screams were exquisite to hear, her pussy
beginning to squirt onto Dr.  Boone's hand as he hooked his fingers and
relentlessly tortured her g-spot."

   "NO MORE!" Sara cried out.  "PLEASE NO MORE!!  OHGOD!!"

   Dr.  Boone didn't stop, continuing to torture Sara's most sensitive spot
over and over again as fast as he could.  With his other hand, he began
stroking Sara's clit in rapid circular movements.

   "OH NO!!  OHGOD PLEASE NO!!" Sara screamed as her pussy gushed liquid
onto her doctor's hand, the couch, the floor, everywhere.  The pleasure,
torture, and agony soared to new heights each time Sara had said 'no'.

   "OH NO!!  AHH!!  PLEASE STOP!!  NO!!  AHHHHH!!  NO PLEASE!!"

   The sight was almost surreal as Sara begged for an end to the sexual
torture, her legs spread, her wrists bound, her screams deafening, and her
cunt gushing everywhere.  Her body had become an orgasm machine with no off
switch.  A woman now sexually conditioned to enjoy being raped without
guilt, shame, or fear.

   Finally, Dr.  Boone stopped, pulling his hand out of Sara's cunt.

   "OHHHHGGOOOOODDDD!!" Sara collapsed in exhaustion and relief that the
torture was finally over, her body convulsing in orgasmic aftershocks and
her breasts heaving as she struggled to catch her breath.

   Doctor Boone knew he should have stopped right then.  It would be wrong
to do anything else to his patient.  So wrong...

   But one more look at his smoking hot patient's quivering pussy made
Doctor Boone surrender to temptation.

   "Sara," Boone whispered as he began undoing his trousers.  "I just have
one more thing to ask you."

   Sara waited for the question that she felt was coming.

   "Do you find me sexually attractive?" He asked pulling his cock out of
his trousers.

   Sara hesitated, her mind clouded from coming so much.  She knew Doctor
Boone was about to rape her, and if she was truthful about finding her
therapist attractive, there was nothing she could do to stop it.

   Trembling with anticipation, Sara moistened her quivering lips, and
nodded.

   "Yes," she said with a pouty voice.

   "I thought as much," the therapist said mounting his gorgeous patient,
lining up his cock with the entrance to her sopping wet pussy.

   "Doctor Boone!" Sara cried out as she felt the head of his cock press
between her pussy lips.  "What are you doing!?!?!?  NO!!"

   The walls of Sara's pussy gave way as Boone's shaft entered her.

   "OH NO!!  PLEASE NO!!" Sara's entire body thrashed about as her cunt was
being violated.  Her over sensitive clit was pulsating, her nipples were
beautifully erect, and her tussled hair flew about her bare shoulders.

   Finally, Doctor Boone's cock came to rest fully inside his patient's wet
depths.

   "Please..." Sara begged in desperation.  "Please, don't rape me."

   Doctor Boone didn't answer, he simply started fucking.

   "NO!!" Sara cried out.  "NO!!  PLEASE!!  DON'T RAPE ME...PLEASE!!"

   With every "no" from Sara, her pussy contracted around Doctor Boone's
cock, sending massive jolts of pleasure through both of them.

   "OH FUCK!!  NO!!  NO!!  NO PLEASE!!" To Sara's astonishment, she
realized that her protests were what was causing this amazing flood of
sexual ecstasy.  The treatment had worked.  Doctor Boone had successfully
conditioned Sara to enjoy her rape.

   "OHGOD!!  OH FUCK!!  I'M COMING SO HARD!!" Sara cried out to the ceiling
as her pussy began to squirt again with each contraction of her cunt.  Her
g-spot was so sensitive that every stroke across it sent the young woman
into another climax.

   "It's time to come inside you, Sara." Doctor Boone took hold of Sara's
perky breasts and squeezed them tight as his cock began pumping her at full
speed.

   "OHGOD!!  NO!!  PLEASE STOP!!  AAHHHHH!!  NO!!" Sara's hips began
pumping back and forth on their own, fucking her rapist as liquid began
gushing from her pussy again.

   As Boone hammered his patient with his powerful shaft, he felt Sara's
gorgeous dancer's legs wrapping around his back and pulling him towards
her, slamming his cock deep into her pussy.

   When Sara's cunt clamped down on Boone's cock like a vice, they both
screamed.

   "AAAAAHHHHHHH!!" Sara's powerful legs held Boone's pulsating member
inside her as it unloaded deep in her womb.

   "OHGOD!!  OHGOD!!" Sara cried out as her pussy accepted his liquid, the
young woman's gorgeous body being defiled by her own therapist.

   "OOHHH!!  OOOHHHH!!  OOOOHHHHH!!" Sara's entire body trembled and
twitched as the little earthquakes of pleasure overwhelmed her.

   Doctor Boone leaned in to kiss Sara hard and deep.

   "Uuuuummmmm!!" Sara sighed in pleasure through their embrace as she
shamelessly kissed her therapist back, her hips giving little pumps as if
she were trying to squeeze every last remnant of pleasure out of him.

   Out of the corner of her eye, Sara saw the nameplate on Boone's desk
that read: "Doctor Boone, therapist."

   For a moment, she could have sworn that it read: "Doctor Boone, the
rapist".

   "Ohgod," Sara finally broke their kiss and whispered into Boone's ear.
"I've never come that hard before.  It was unbelievable.  Please...make me
feel that way again."

   "You will, Sara," Boone replied, standing up as he began to untie Sara's
wrists.  "Every time someone you find attractive tries to force you to
fuck."

   Sara swallowed hard.

   When Doctor Boone untied the cloth belt binding Sara's wrists above her,
she collapsed onto the couch in a withering heap, completely unable to will
herself to move.

   Her hair tussled and her body sore from the forced fucking, Sara finally
managed to raise her head, her beautiful blue eyes welling up as she looked
submissively at her therapist.

   "Thank you."

   ***

   Sara's Sexual Conditioning Pt.  03

   Sara is forcefully taken by her dance partner.

   The winter season was quickly approaching, and for Sara, that meant
ballet rehearsals.

   Lots of them.

   Sara had always been involved with dancing, and, as a performing arts
student in college, she took part in several productions.  Now, even though
her career was in digital marketing, Sara always took part in community
ballet and dance companies.

   This winter, Sara was dancing for the local company's production of
Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker ballet.  She always loved doing this particular
ballet, because it meant she got to work with Mark.

   Mark was tall, slim, and very toned with piercing blue eyes that could
make girls melt with one glance.  In addition, he was a heck of a dancer,
able to be graceful but still very masculine.

   Sara particularly loved the duets that she and Mark did together during
the ballet.  There were so many times that he had his soft hands on her
hips or around her waist.  She could feel his touch through her thin,
form-fitting costume, and it always made her tingle.

   Then there were the lifts.

   Sara loved to be lifted by Mark.  She felt like she was flying with his
strong hands supporting her.  She got lost in the sensation of being swept
away by this strong, handsome, artistic man.

   Whenever they made eye contact, Sara would always give Mark a slight
smile while trying to communicate with her pleading blue eyes just how much
she wanted to be more than friends.

   Sara hadn't told Doctor Boone about Mark, and she certainly didn't tell
Mark about her rape fantasies or her sexual conditioning.  It was just too
risky.  She did, however, promise herself that she would tell Mark how she
felt about him, and opening night was as good a time as any.

   Sara had agreed to meet Mark at the theatre earlier that afternoon to go
over a few last minute details of their routines.  Sara was in the
rehearsal studio room tying her ballet shoes.  The winter theme of the
program meant that Sara was dressed in mostly white, her outfit perfectly
designed to accentuate her feminine features.  The top was shimmery white
satin with a light blue and silver sequin design on the front that
resembled snowflakes.  Her arms were bare except for the thin straps on her
shoulders.  The tutu was also white with light blue and silver trim, and
her shapely dancer's legs looked amazing in her smooth white hose.  Her
shimmery white ballet slippers completed the costume and made Sara look as
pure as the winter snow.

   As Mark approached the door to the studio, he saw Sara perched on a desk
in her full costume lacing up her ballet shoes.  Her legs looked
unbelievably sexy in the all white hose and short tutu which revealed her
toned dancer's legs all the way up to her cute rear.

   Mark had not seen Sara in full costume during rehearsals, and the sight
of his dance partner in her figure-hugging outfit made him stop in his
tracks.

   "W-wow..." Mark whispered to himself.

   Sara hopped off the desk and walked over to the ballet barre to begin
her stretching routine.  Mark almost knocked to ask if Sara was ready, but
realizing that she didn't see him looking through the small window on the
door, he decided to watch discretely.

   Sara was facing away from the door and was totally oblivious to Mark's
presence outside.  Placing her shapely legs one at a time on the barre,
Sara leaned over to stretch her gorgeously toned dancer's legs.  The
position gave Mark a wonderful view of Sara's amazing rear under her tutu
as the bottom of her costume rode up her ass.  He wanted nothing more right
then than to bend Sara over his lap and spank her full firm rear while he
listened to her high pitched yelps, her legs giving little kicks in her
ballet shoes as she struggled.

   Mark put his little fantasy on pause as he saw Sara finish stretching on
the barre and lie down on her back.  Lifting her legs straight up into a
vertical position, Sara spread her legs wide into a full split, grabbing
the bottom of her ballet shoes with her hands and pumping her hips in
little tiny thrusts to stretch her leg muscles.

   "Oh...my...god..." Mark whispered to himself as he watched.  Although,
Sara was facing away from him, he could see her reflection in the
full-length mirror on the wall.  There before him, was his gorgeous partner
with her legs spread wide, her eyes closed, and her hips pumping the air.
The outline of Sara's pussy showed through the thin white fabric, and Mark
noticed his cock was as hard as steel.  Oh how he wanted to fuck that
little pussy of hers.

   (KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK)

   Mark tapped on the studio entrance.  "Sara?  You ready?"

   "Come in," came a cute voice behind the door.

   Sara closed her legs and got up off the floor as Mark opened the door.

   Flashing a cute smile, Sara cocked her head to one side and placed her
hands on her hips.

   "How do I look?" she asked.

   Mark walked over to her and placed his hands gently around Sara's waist.

   "Like a princess.  Are you ready to rehearse?"

   Sara looked up at Mark with her gorgeous blue eyes and moistened her
soft lips.

   "Mark..." Sara spoke timidly.  "I...need to tell you something first."

   The dance couple were inches from each other.  They had been this close
many times while dancing, but this was different.  Sara's heart was racing,
her breasts heaving from her deep breaths.

   Now or never.

   "I...want..." Sara was almost whispering, her eyes watering.  "I...need
you to kiss me."

   Mark blinked, not sure if he had heard her correctly.

   "Sara..."

   "Shhh," Sara placed her hand gently on Mark's lips.  "Don't say
anything...just kiss me...please."

   Sara closed her eyes and trembled as Mark leaned in to touch her soft
lips with his.  The kiss was long, gentle, and loving.  Sara felt tingles
throughout her entire body as the first kiss melded into the second, and
the second quickly became the third...

   "Mmmmmm," Sara exhaled with contentment as the two dancers enjoyed the
sensuality between them, their bottled up feelings towards each other
beginning to escape.

   Mark glided his hands up and down Sara's beautiful curves, the thin
satin material of her form-fitting costume allowed the young woman to feel
her partner's touch more intensely.

   "Mark..." Sara's voice trembled as she felt him blow gently into her ear
between kisses.  "I've wanted you to lovingly hold me in your arms for so
long."

   "Oh, Sara," Mark replied, kissing his partner more aggressively.  "I've
always hoped I would someday hear those words from you."

   Sara closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Mark's neck.

   "This is so wonderful," Sara thought to herself.  "Maybe after the
performance tonight, we can drive to the lake and look at the stars
together..."

   Sara's innocent mind didn't allow her to recognize it, but Mark's
intentions were much more immediate.

   Reaching behind Sara's right knee, Mark lifted her gorgeously toned
dancer's leg up high and placed her ankle onto the ballet barre.

   "I've wanted this for a long time, Sara," Mark whispered between kisses,
"and now I know you want me to give this to you."

   "Mark..." the alarm went off in Sara's head when she felt him place his
hand on her raised leg and begin gliding it up her inner thigh, moving ever
closer to her innocent pussy.

   This was all moving too fast.

   "Mark, what are you doing?" Sara went from holding Mark to trying to
push him away.

   The strong masculine dancer held Sara firm with one arm while his other
hand disappeared under the young woman's tutu.  Moving between her legs in
search of Sara's most intimate area, Mark's talented fingers quickly found
her pussy and began stroking her through the fabric.

   "OH!!" Sara gave a high-pitched yelp as Mark reached around with his arm
and grabbed Sara's firm ass while his other hand continued its stroking of
her young pussy.

   "Mark, no!!" Sara struggled to get away.

   It was too late.

   Sara's conditioning had been activated.

   Immediately, Sara's clit was erect and quadrupled in sensitivity.  Her
nipples became extremely firm and began showing themselves through the thin
satin fabric of her top.

   Mark glanced down at Sara's breasts.

   "Oh no!" Sara thought to herself, "he can see how hard my nipples are."

   Continuing to methodically stroke Sara's pussy through her outfit, Mark
locked his gaze on his partner as if he were a wild animal that had just
cornered it's mate.

   Sara's timid blue eyes looked up submissively at his, recognizing this
man's dominance over her.

   Mark smiled slightly, noticing Sara trying to control her nervous
breathing so that her breasts wouldn't rise and fall so tantalizingly, her
nipples saying hello to the world.

   "OH!!" Sara gasped as she felt Mark slip his hand into her costume.

   "No, please...please don't touch me there..." Sara whimpered as she felt
his fingers parting the lips of her smooth quivering pussy.

   "AH!!" Sara jumped as Mark's experienced hand found her over-sensitive
pleasure nub and began stroking it again and again.

   "OH!!  OH!!  OH!!" Sara cried out as each touch sent a mini-orgasm
jolting through her, the dancer's beautiful body giving little involuntary
jumps as each stroke of her clitoris felt like an intense bolt of pleasure.

   Mark could actually feel Sara's clitoris throbbing as he stroked it, and
Sara trembled in his arms with every torturous touch.

   "OH!!  OH!!  OHGOD!!  OHHHHH!!" Sara's beautiful childlike voice gave
little high-pitched yelps of delight as the most sensitive place on her
body was continuously on a hair trigger.

   "OH!!  Mark!  No!  OH NO!!  Please don't!" Sara panicked as she felt
Mark glide one of the straps of her costume down off of her now bare
shoulder.

   "Ohmygod!" Sara screamed in her mind.  "He's going to rape me!"

   "Mark, stop!  OH!!" Sara's perky breasts spilled out of her outfit as
Mark lowered the other shoulder strap and tugged her top down to her waist.

   Sara's breasts were as perfect as Mark had imagined.  Seeing those
wonderful mounds in their full glory with Sara's nipples as erect as her
clit, overpowered Mark's sense of decency and unleashed his primal urge to
fuck her.

   "Please, Mark!" Sara begged with her eyes as her partner lifted her by
the waist off the barre and forced her up against the wall.  Sara had been
lifted by Mark many times during practices and performances.  This was
different though...this wasn't the artistic lift of a ballet dancer, it was
an indication of dominance as Mark positioned his partner to suit his
needs.

   His need to fuck her.

   Mark took Sara's leg and placed her ankle on his left shoulder,
spreading Sara's flexible legs wide into a standing split to get better
access to her pussy.

   "Don't fight it, Sara," Mark said taking her by the wrists and holding
them against the wall above her head.  "You know you want this."

   Sara did want this, but not here...not this soon, and certainly not this
rough.  She realized though, that she wasn't going to get a choice.  He was
taking her, with or without her permission.

   Sara shivered in pleasure.  Just the thought of being raped by this
gorgeous man as he held her down, his primal urges overpowering his reason,
was so intense it began to overwhelm Sara's better judgment and weaken her
resolve.

   "Ohmygod!" Sara thought to herself.  "Do I really want him to do this to
me?"

   Sara noticed the bulge in Mark's outfit, and knew that she was about to
be violated by that cock.  It was going inside her whether she wanted it or
not.  Even worse, Sara remembered that once that cock entered her pussy,
her conditioning would cause her to remain unbelievably horny until he came
inside her.  She'd have to stop this now.

   "Please, please don't fuck me." Sara's voice trembled as she watched
Mark pull his shaft out of his costume.

   Without answering, Mark moved the material covering Sara's pussy to one
side, revealing her innocence for him to take.

   "Please!  Mark, don't rape me!  Please!"

   Mark found it interesting that as he began lining his cock up against
Sara's pussy, she had kept her arms above her head as if he were still
holding them down.

   "She DOES want this," Mark thought to himself.  "Even if it's only her
subconscious that knows it."

   "Ohgod!!  No!!" Sara closed her eyes as she felt the head of his cock
push into the entrance of her womb.

   "Oh no!!  It's too late!" Sara gasped as the walls of her young wet
pussy parted to accept the large shaft that was tunneling inside her.

   "AAHH!!" Sara cried out, her eyes going wide as she felt every inch of
Mark's rock hard cock entering her most intimate opening.  The invasive
tool filled the young dancer's pussy completely, forcing it to stretch and
expand to accommodate his impressive size.

   The moment Mark's cock came to rest fully inside Sara's depths, her
entire body was overcome by waves and waves of unrelenting desire.

   It was a desire to be fucked.

   A desire to be raped.

   Mark placed his hands over Sara's wrists again, looking into her
gorgeous blue eyes as he began fucking her pussy slowly with long deep
strokes.

   "OHGOD!!  MARK!!  NO!!  MMMMMMM!!" Sara's cries were interrupted as Mark
kissed her hard.

   "MMMMMM!!  MMMMMMMM!!" Sara's beautiful blue eyes opened wide as she
felt his cock plowing deep into her cunt...further inside her than she had
ever thought possible.

   It felt amazing.  This gorgeous man was inside her, using her body to
satisfy his primal lust.  Sara was being fucked into submission.  Her pussy
was being taken without permission, and it...felt...so...fucking...good.

   Mark's thrusts pounded Sara so hard that her entire body lifted a few
inches off the floor with each stroke.

   "UHHH!!  UHHHH!!  UHHHHH!!" Sara tossed her head back and cried out at
the ceiling as each massive thrust of Mark's cock went deeper and deeper
into her womb.  The fabric of Sara's tutu made a swishing sound with each
intense penetration, and her breasts slammed up and down with every
violation of her pussy.

   "OH FUCK!!  YES THERE!!  THERE!!  FUCK!!" Sara screamed as her massively
oversensitive g-spot was stroked over and over again by Mark's thick shaft.

   "Wait..." Mark thought to himself.  "Did she just say 'yes'?"

   "OHGOD!!  OHGOD!!  MARK STOP!!  PLEASE!!  OHGOD!!"

   "I'm not stopping," Mark replied as his cock did amazing things to
Sara's pussy, "you want this."

   Sara gasped for every word as she fought for control of her own body. 
Control she no longer had.

   "I...OOOHHHH...DON'T...WANT...AAAHHHH...THIS...OHHHGOD!!"

   Mark pounded Sara's cunt with unbelievable force, pulling high-pitched
squeals of immense pleasure out of her with every plunge of his manhood.

   "Then why are you enjoying it so much?" Mark asked, continuing his all
out assault on his dance partner's pussy.

   "OOOHHHH!!" Sara cried out as another massive wave of pleasure rocked
the young woman to her core.  She WAS enjoying it.  Doctor Boone had
conditioned her to enjoy it, and with every protest, Sara's pleasure grew
stronger.

   "NOOOOO," Sara was being violated.  Her gorgeous body had become an
object to be used and fucked.  There were no feelings of shame or
embarrassment, only forced pleasure.

   Pleasure at being taken against her will.

   Pleasure from being raped.

   "I...can't...believe...this...is...happening...OHGOD!!" Sara
breathlessly forced each word out as her back hit the wall to which she was
being pinned down.

   Pinned with her arms above her head...just like in Doctor Boone's
office...just like back in college...

   Was there some part of Sara's subconscious that wanted to relive that
experience?

   Mark's voice brought Sara back to the present.

   "All right you twisted little girl," Mark said pulling out of Sara's
pussy, grabbing her hair, and tossing her to the floor as he knelt down
behind her.  "I'll show you that this is really happening."

   "OH!" Sara gasped when she felt Mark's firm hands take hold of her
gorgeously toned legs.

   Mark's strong arms spread Sara's legs wide into a full split on the
smooth surface, her flexible body easy to manipulate into whatever position
he wanted her.  Sara's tutu bunched up between her hips and the floor,
lifting her ass and pussy several inches.  It gave Mark the perfect angle
to fuck her.

   Sara didn't resist.  She knew she couldn't prevent her pussy being
invaded again by his staff.

   "Watch yourself," Mark grabbed Sara by her hair and forced her to look
at the full-length mirror on the wall in front of them.  "Watch yourself
getting fucked."

   "Ohgod no..." Sara gasped as she felt Mark's cock press against her
pussy lips again.

   In one quick hard thrust, Mark violated Sara's pussy a second time as
the entire length of his shaft disappeared into her warm wet depths.

   "OH!!" Sara's eyes went wide, her mouth open in a scream with no sound,
as she felt her partner's rod infiltrate her all at once.  Moments later,
her eyes glazed over in pleasure when he started slowly fucking her again.

   "Ohhhhhh...mygod...not again..." Sara panted as she stared at her
reflection in the mirror, essentially watching herself being raped as Mark
pumped his cock into his dance partner's wet pussy.

   It was almost surreal for Sara to see herself being fucked from behind,
her perky breasts hanging down, her nipples erect, and her hair being
pulled, forcing her to watch as she was being defiled.

   "Oh!  OH!!  OHHH!!  OHHH!!" Sara cried out in pleasure each time he
slammed into her.

   (SMACK)

   "OH!" Sara yelped as Mark's hand came down hard on his partner's ass.

   "Ohgod!  How is this happening?" Sara thought to herself as her body was
pounded by Mark's hard, deep thrusts.

   (SMACK)

   "OH!!" Another high-pitched yelp from Sara as her ass was spanked again,
her breasts bouncing beautifully every time her partner's cock slammed into
her.

   Then Mark noticed Sara's entire body begin to shake uncontrollably.

   "OHGOD I'M COMING!!  OHHHHH I'M FUCKING COMING!!" Sara cried out, her
gorgeous body locking in tension as a massive wave of orgasm overwhelmed
her.

   "AAAHHHHH!!" Sara screamed as she felt Mark's cock slide across her
overly sensitive g-spot again and again, each time sending Sara into
another climax.

   "YES THERE!!  OHGODYES!!  THERE!!" Sara tried desperately to survive the
onslaught of pleasure, her g-spot so sensitive that every stroke across it
made her cry out with an agony of orgasmic bliss.

   "Oh fuck, Sara!" Mark commented as he pounded into her with increasing
speed.  "This pussy is unbelievable."

   Sara was hanging on for dear life as Mark fucked her pussy, holding onto
Sara's tussled hair as he forced her to watch her own rape.

   "AAAHHHH!!  AAAAHHHHH!!" Sara's words became an incoherent mixture of
yelps, moans, and cries as her pussy was being defiled by this man's shaft.

   Mark could feel Sara's pussy muscles contracting around his cock, her
body trying to hold his member inside her until he delivered his load into
her womb.

   Sara could feel Mark's body lock in tension as his cock seemed to double
in size, preparing to explode inside her.

   "OHGOD!!" Sara's eyes went wide as she realized what was about to
happen. "MARK...PLEASE...DON'T...COME...IN...SIDE...MEEEE!!"

   Ignoring his partner's pleas, Mark gently placed one of his hands over
Sara's nose and mouth.

   "MMMMMM!!" Sara screamed when she felt her breathing being stifled, the
massive cock pounding into her so hard that Sara's hips lifted off the
floor with every thrust and then slammed back down into her full split
again.  Her soft ballet shoes slid on the smooth floor, preventing Sara
from using her legs to maneuver out of her obscene fucking position.

   "MMMMM!!  MMMMM!!" Sara struggled in desperation as she began to feel
lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, her entire body convulsing as another
powerful orgasm hit.

   "Oh fuck yes, Sara!" Mark gasped as he felt his dance partner's pussy
clinch down hard on his cock from all directions.

   "MMMMMMM!!" Sara screamed as she felt Mark's cock explode inside her,
firing massive amounts of liquid into her womb.  Sara's cunt responded, her
own fluids splashing onto the floor below them.

   Interestingly, Sara continued to watch herself in the mirror as she was
being filled...struggling to breathe...her cunt defiled...her body raped.
There were no feelings of shame, only unbelievably intense forced pleasure
at being taken against her will.

   "OOOHHHHH!!" Sara gasped for air as Mark uncovered her mouth, allowing
her to breathe, just seconds before she would have lost consciousness.

   "Yes..." Mark said softly, his hard thrusts turning into slow strokes
inside Sara's defiled pussy.  The young girl's hips began pumping in time
with Mark's now empty cock as each stroke inside her became more gentle.

   "Good girl, good girl, Sara." Mark went from pulling on Sara's hair to
stroking it lovingly.

   Still holding her splits, Sara leaned forward and rested her upper body
on the floor, placing her hands in front of her.  The cold surface felt so
soothing on her nipples as her breasts squished into the smooth surface.

   "Ooooooohhhhh ggooooooooddd..." Sara moaned, too exhausted to move.  Her
body's arousal level and heightened sensitivity to pleasure returned slowly
to normal now that Mark had come inside her.  Doctor Boone's conditioning
had worked perfectly from start to finish.

   "Oooohhhhh..." Sara whimpered as she felt the cock that had just raped
her slowly pull out of her now well-fucked pussy.  She could feel Mark's
liquid inside her, a sense of warmth and fullness spreading through her
entire body.

   Mark moved around in front of his dance partner and began caressing her
face with his soft hand.

   "There there, Sara," Mark stroked her tussled hair gently.

   Sara lifted her head weakly, her perfect blue eyes welling up as she
looked at the man who had just come inside her.

   "I...can't believe you just...did that to me..."

   "Are you angry?" Mark asked.

   Sara's eyes were watery.  "Yes."

   "Did it feel good being taken against your will?"

   Sara's voice was much softer now.

   "Yes," she confessed.

   "I could tell," Mark said, standing up and adjusting his outfit.

   Sara looked up submissively with her beautiful blue eyes.

   "What do we do now?" Her voice was quivering.

   "You're a hot mess, Sara," Mark commented dryly as he headed for the
exit.  "You should probably get yourself ready for the performance."

   Mark walked out the door, closing it behind him.

   Still recovering from her ordeal, Sara looked at herself in the mirror,
barely recognizing the woman staring back at her.  Her perfect legs had
been holding a split for so long, she knew getting out of that position was
going to be uncomfortable.  Her silky hair was a tussled mess, and her
beautiful costume was pushed down to her waist, exposing her marvelous
tits.

   Most of all, Sara's pussy had been fucked...violated against her will.
She had been raped and had felt unbelievable pleasure while it was
happening to her.  It was just like the experience she had back in college.
As she felt her pussy being invaded by a man's cock thrusting into her,
Sara realized just how amazing it felt to be totally helpless while a man
raped her.  The difference was that this time, thanks to Doctor Boone,
there were no feelings of guilt or shame, only sexual submission, a
wonderful loss of control, and unbelievable forced pleasure.

   As Sara slowly gained the energy to move, she thought what it would feel
like tonight to dance with the man who had just raped her pussy.  How would
it feel when Mark lifted her into the air knowing that his liquid was deep
inside her womb?  What would she think when he looked into her eyes knowing
that she had been fucked by him just a few hours earlier?

   Most of all, what will he think of her when she asks him to do it again?

   ***

   Sara's Sexual Conditioning Pt.  04

   Sara's college lecture leads to being taken...twice.

   *

   (click)

   Sara felt her right wrist being locked into manacles above her head.

   "Ohgod!  No please!"

   The room was so dimly lit that she couldn't even tell who was chaining
her up.

   (click)

   Sara waited helplessly as her left wrist was now also secured in
restraints.

   "Please, no!  Don't do this to me!"

   Completely powerless to prevent what was getting ready to happen, Sara's
eyes went wide as a ball gag was being placed around her mouth from someone
behind her.

   "MMMMMM!!!!!" Sara struggled uselessly, shaking her head 'no' as her
lovely child-like voice was muffled.

   "MMMMMMMM!!!!!!!" Sara screamed through her gag as a soft cloth was
placed around her head, covering those gorgeous blue eyes.

   "Ohgod, no!" Sara's mind cried out.  "I'm going to be raped!  Please,
not again!"

   Before she finished her thought, Sara felt several pairs of soft hands
begin to touch her body all over.

   "Ohmygod!" Sara yanked on the manacle chains in a futile attempt to
break free.  She couldn't see who was molesting her, or how many people
were there, but she could definitely feel their hands roaming all over her
clothes, undoing a button, pulling down a zipper, tugging her skirt,
unhooking her bra.

   "No, oh please no," Sara whimpered to herself as she was being stripped,
her clothes discarded as the roaming hands caressed her gorgeous trembling
body.

   As she felt her soft lace panties slide down her legs and disappear,
Sara could feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter in anticipation of what
she knew was coming.

   "No," Sara struggled as the soft unknown hands began to explore her most
intimate places.  "This can't be happening."

   Sara shivered as roaming hands reached around from behind her back and
took hold of her perky tits, massaging them while gently pinching her
sensitive erect nipples.

   "MMMMMMM!!!!!" Sara squealed as she felt another hand glide between her
legs and begin stroking her clit in small circular motions.

   Sara's little pleasure nub was throbbing with desire for attention,
sensitive to the slightest touch, and right now, some unknown person was
torturing it with every tiny circular movement of his...or
her...fingertips. Who was touching the most intimate part of her body?  How
many other people were there watching?  How far was this going to go?

   Then, two pairs of hands each took one of Sara's ankles and spread her
toned dancer's legs as wide as they would go, holding them apart in a full
split, suspending the young lady in mid-air with her arms chained above her
head.

   "Ohmygod..." Sara's mind raced with thoughts of what these unknown
people were going to do to her, the circular motions on her clit a constant
reminder that she was being sexually defeated.  Restrained with her legs
held wide open, Sara's pussy was completely on display, and vulnerable. 
She shivered as another unknown person parted Sara's labia and slid two
fingers inside her pussy.

   "MMMMMMM!!!!!!!" Sara screamed through her gag as the fingers inside her
began to jackhammer her young wet pussy, all while her clit was still being
relentlessly tortured.

   "MMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!  MMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!" The sound of Sara's muffled
screams nearly drowned out the squelching noises from her soaked cunt.

   "MMMMM!!!!!!!!  MMMMM!!!!!!!!!  MMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!" It was too much for
the young dancer.  Sara could feel the walls of her pussy contracting as a
series of rolling orgasms began to overtake her.  She felt the liquid
desperately trying to escape her twitching and trembling body.

   "OOOHHHHHH!!!!!  FFFUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!!!!!!" Sara's muffled voice screamed
as she came hard, her pussy exploding with liquid that squirted everywhere.

   With her legs being held wide open in a split position, and her wrists
in manacles above her head, Sara's pussy was completely available to anyone
who wanted to rape her...and that thought turned her on more than anything
else.

   "Ohmygod!  No...please no!" Sara's mind raced as she felt a pair of
hands take hold of her hips and guide her soaked pussy towards something
that felt very, very hard.

   "Ohgod, this is it!" Sara panicked as she felt what could only be the
tip of a massive, rock hard cock touching the entrance to her love canal.

   "OH NO!  HE'S RAPING MEEEEEEE..." The swollen lips of Sara's young pussy
opened beautifully as the entire length of the large cock slid perfectly
into her.  Sara's womb welcomed the eager shaft that was going to defile
her.  The wetness of Sara's cunt was going to make her easy to fuck, and as
she felt the unknown man begin to thrust back and forth into her, she
realized that her latest rape had just begun...

   ...and that is when Sara woke up.

   Bolting upright in her bed, Sara's breasts rose and fell with her deep
breathing as the image in her mind began to fade.

   The young woman placed her hand on her forehead.

   "Mygod, that was intense," she said to no one in particular, looking
around her bedroom to reassure herself of where she was.

   "I wonder what Doctor Boone would say to me about having a dream like
that..."

   Noticing the time, Sara got out from under the soft silk sheets of her
bed and headed for the shower, trying to clear her mind for the lecture she
was scheduled to do today.

   The local university occasionally asked Sara to guest lecture their
digital marketing and web design classes.  It was something Sara really
enjoyed doing and was flattered when her supervisor selected her.

   Angie was a great person to work for at the company.  She was assertive,
confident, and a lot of fun to be around.  Sara's working relationship with
Angie was fairly casual, and the two of them would have lunch or coffee
together often...sometimes a glass of wine after a long week.

   Not to mention, Angie was beautiful.  With long, fiery red hair that
curled naturally, lovely blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile, she was a
knockout.  Heads literally turned when she walked by.

   Angie had always shown confidence in her employee, and Sara didn't ever
want to disappoint her.

   The sound of the shower being turned on brought Sara back to where she
was.

   "Come on girl," Sara reminded herself as she got into the shower.  "I
need to focus on this university presentation."

   As the warm water of the shower cascaded over Sara's beautiful body
however, her thoughts kept going back to the intense dream she had just
experienced.

   "Why am I having dreams about being raped?" Sara questioned in her mind.

   It was more than that though.

   "Why am I getting so turned on at the thought of being raped?"

   Sara didn't realize it, but her right hand had subconsciously moved
between her legs.  Her mind began replaying the dream in her thoughts...the
restraints, the ball gag, the blindfold...

   ...the helplessness...

   Sara thought about all of those unknown hands stripping her, caressing
her, violating her.

   She couldn't stop herself.

   Parting the soft lips of her young pussy, Sara found her clit and began
stroking it in tiny little circles.

   "Um!" Sara gasped in pleasure, gently biting her lower lip in tension as
she masturbated herself.

   "Ohgod...this...is...so...wrong..." Sara tossed her head back in
tension, thrusting her gorgeous perky tits out as water cascaded over her
sensitive, erect nipples.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" Sara gave adorably cute yelps with each circular
movement on her pleasure nub.  She leaned up against the side of the shower
stall for balance, her hips beginning to give little tiny pumps as if she
had just switched on a motor.

   Her mind went instantly to the climax of the dream.  Her arms restrained
above her head, her legs being spread wide, and her pussy being raped by an
unknown cock.

   "Fuck me..." Sara whispered out loud, lost in her fantasies.  "Ohgod
fuck me..."

   Sara's hand went into overdrive, wanking her clit at full speed as her
other hand thrust two fingers into her pussy and finger blasted her own
g-spot.

   "OHGOD!!!  FUCK ME!!!!  FUCK MEEEEEE!!!!!!!"

   Sara squealed with orgasmic bliss as she came hard, liquid squirting
from her cunt.

   "OHGOD!!!!  OHGOD!!!!  OHGOD!!!!!" Sara didn't let up, frigging her clit
and her g-spot at the same time...just as the two unknown hands in her
dream had done.

   "OOOHHHH!!!!!!" Sara squealed in pleasure as a second, more powerful
orgasm hit.  Her legs involuntarily squeezed together, her pussy muscles
contracting as more liquid squirted from her depths.

   "OH FUCK YES!!!!  RAPE ME!!!!  OHGOD RAPE ME!!!!"

   A massive orgasmic wave of pleasure crashed down on Sara, ripples
spreading rapidly through her entire body as the dancer's young pussy
seemed to suckle on her own fingers.

   "OOOHHH!!!!  OOOHHHH!!!!!  AAAHHHH!!!!" Sara's entire body began shaking
as the second orgasm had its way with her, the high-pitched cries of
release practically going ultrasonic before she finally collapsed.

   Exhausted, Sara stopped her self-pleasuring torture and leaned against
the side of the shower.

   "Ohmygod..." Sara panted over and over, trying to catch her breath while
letting the warm shower water soothe her for several minutes.

   As the orgasmic haze began to fade, Sara began to wonder what had just
happened to make her come so hard...twice.

   "Before being conditioned by Doctor Boone," Sara thought to herself,
"those were two of the most intense orgasms I've had since...well since I
was raped in college."

   Sara continued to ponder as she showered.

   "Those orgasms I just had weren't part of my conditioning...I gave them
to myself.  Why were they so strong?"

   Was it the intensity of the dream?

   "I've had rape fantasies before, but I've never had a dream where I was
actually being raped."

   What did it all mean?

   Sara caught herself gently stroking her clit once again.

   "Stop it Sara," she actually said out loud to herself.  "You're going to
be late for your lecture."

   Sara took the showerhead by the handle and pulled it out of its holster,
rinsing herself with the gentle warm water.

   "Ummm," she sighed and laid her head back as she guided the shower head
between her legs, the water making her pussy tingle again.

   Gently biting her lip in tension, Sara's mind went back into her
dream...

   ...her dream of being raped...

   In desperation, Sara quickly changed the setting on the shower head to
water jets.

   "Screw it," Sara said to herself, "I'll be late."

   Sara held the showerhead between her legs, the pressure of the water
jets hitting directly on her clit.

   "OH FUCK!!!!" Sara began screaming immediately, her body trembling as it
prepared for another mind-blowing orgasm.

   ***

   "I'm here!  I'm here!" Sara rushed into the lecture room at the
university just as the clock hit 9:01am.  The full room of students smiled
politely at their guest lecturer's last minute arrival.  Sara's
professional clothes and laptop bag coupled with her frantic entrance and
high-pitched voice were both funny and adorably cute.

   Little did the students know that she had spent the past hour making
herself come screaming over and over.

   Sara had gone with the classy all-black look with a lovely blouse,
skirt, and high heels.  She chose her black-framed glasses as well and it
really made her lovely blue eyes and sandy blonde hair stand out.

   "Okay," Sara tried to appear as professional as possible as she set up
her laptop.  "Thank you for having me today.  Let's talk about digital
marketing strategies."

   Sara's dance background had made her a great presenter.  Her posture and
poise were the result of a lot of training, and her stage presence was very
confident as she went through her lecture.

   Throughout the presentation, however, Sara couldn't help but notice one
of the college students staring at her much more than at his notes.  He had
to be around 20 years old, with dark hair and deep brown eyes that seemed
almost hypnotic.  His clothes were trendy but artistic...almost Bohemian.
Back in college, he was just the type of guy Sara would have gone
for...quiet and slightly mysterious.  Now, with several years distance
between them, Sara simply saw the student as cute and barely out of high
school.

   What Sara did notice, however, was how vulnerable she felt.  She knew he
was undressing her with his hypnotic eyes.  She knew he hadn't paid
attention to a word of her presentation because he was too busy fucking her
in his mind.  Once or twice during the presentation, Sara's eyes locked on
his and she actually lost track of where she was in her lecture, something
that made the student smile to himself.

   Maybe it was the dream she had just experienced, or maybe she was still
horny from masturbating so much in the shower, but Sara's naughty side
decided to seize some control over the situation and show this little
college kid how way out of his league she was.

   Taking the remote to her slide presentation and walking around to the
front of the faculty desk, Sara hopped onto the table and perched there,
crossing her toned dancer's legs directly in front of the student.  Sara's
little knee-length skirt rode up and exposed her gorgeous thighs as her
legs dangled several inches above the floor.  She even gave a cute little
hair flip, flashing a smile in the student's direction.

   The student knew EXACTLY what Sara was doing.  His eyes ran up and down
over her entire figure as she straightened her posture, her arched back
presenting her breasts for him to admire.

   Sara continued her presentation, gently bouncing her right leg on her
left as she talked.  She knew she was driving the student insane, and Sara
realized the she was rather enjoying it.

   REALLY enjoying it.

   Sara discovered that her bouncing was causing her thighs to squeeze
together and put pressure on her pussy muscles.

   "Oooooo," Sara thought to herself as she shifted her hips, "if I could
find just the right spot...OH!!!  YES!!!  There it is!"

   Sara's voice cracked mid-sentence as she found the exact way to put
pressure on her clit.

   "Ohgod yes!  That's it right there!!!" Sara cried out in her mind as she
began bouncing her leg faster, her beautiful blue eyes beginning to glaze
over.

   Sara continued her presentation as she discretely masturbated herself in
front of the class, her voice now beginning to get a little shaky as the
wonderful little jolts of pleasure spread throughout her body.

   The student smiled knowingly, watching as the hot-as-fuck guest speaker
was perched on the desk in a short skirt quietly pleasuring herself
directly in front of him.

   In between sentences, Sara caught his stare, and gave the student a
flirty wink to let him know that SHE knew he had discovered what she was
doing.

   Faster and faster Sara bounced her leg, making the pressure on her clit
come and go more rapidly as she wanked herself to the brink of orgasm.

   "Don't squirt, Sara," she thought to herself as she felt her pussy
contracting.  "Ohgod, please don't squirt."

   The student realized what was happening and quickly thought of a
complicated question to ask, taking the attention off of Sara so she could
quietly orgasm while he talked.

   "Oh fuck!  I'm coming!!!" Sara cried out in her mind.

   Immediately, Sara's entire body began to shake as orgasm took her. 
Shivers of pleasure went up and down her spine as she tried to hold it in
without screaming in ecstasy.

   Finally, the waves of Sara's wonderful private orgasm subsided. 
Realizing that she didn't hear the question from the student, Sara looked
at the clock.

   "Oh my goodness, we're out of time.  Sorry I can't get to your
question."

   Sara decided to give a final tease to the student.  With one hand she
lowered her black-rimmed glasses a few inches and peered at the student
over the frames.

   "Thank you for allowing me to...come," Sara said in her most breathy
voice, "...have a lovely afternoon everyone."

   The student actually shivered, and Sara smiled cutely as the rest of the
class politely applauded her lecture.

   Uncrossing her legs and hopping off the desk, Sara walked back around to
her laptop and began breaking down her presentation, her black high heels
clicking on the hard classroom floor.

   Students began filing out of the room...all except one.

   Sara zipped up her laptop bag and whipped around in time to see the
student she had been teasing standing a few feet away.

   "Oh..." Sara stuttered, caught off guard, "hi...um..."

   "Aiden," he finished her sentence.

   Sara took a deep breath.  "Aiden, look...I'm really sorry...but I
shouldn't have led you on like that."

   Aiden shrugged.  "I didn't mind, and you seemed to be enjoying
yourself."

   Sara blushed.  "I REALLY shouldn't have though, it was very
unprofessional of me."

   Aiden took a step towards Sara.  "That's why I enjoyed it so much."

   "Aiden..." Sara said, taking a cautious step backwards as she began to
sense trouble, "I don't even know you."

   "No, but I know you," Aiden said with confidence.

   Sara froze.  "What do you mean by that?"

   "Or rather, I know all about you," Aiden corrected himself.  "Look, I'll
show you."

   Aiden led Sara into an adjacent room, closing the door behind them.  It
was a small computer lab, the only door being the one they came through. 
The overhead lights were off, and there were no windows, meaning that the
back half of the room was completely dark and the only light in the room
came from the soft glow of the various computer monitors near the door.

   Aiden went over to one of the screens and began typing.  Sara looked
curiously over his shoulder as he seemed to be bypassing several firewalls
and logging into various networks.

   "Wait a minute," Sara said as she saw something she recognized.  "That's
my therapist's website."

   "Yes," Aiden confirmed, "I'm actually doing an internship in Doctor
Boone's office."

   Aiden gained access to a few more folders and opened a protected file.

   "Now, Sara," he stood up and gestured for the young woman to take his
seat, "have a look at this."

   Sara sat down and began reading.

   "Ohmygod!" Sara's mouth fell open.  "This is my confidential file from
Doctor Boone's office!  How did you get access to that?!?"

   "I told you," Aiden explained to a stunned Sara, "I intern with Doctor
Boone.  He may be a great therapist but he's an idiot when it comes to
creating passwords on patient files...as if "sara123" would be hard to
guess.  I knew you were coming here to lecture, so I did a little research
on you...and why you have been seeing Dr.  Boone."

   Sara stood up, furious.  "You have no right to know what is in that
file!"

   "You're right," Aiden admitted, "but since I HAVE read it, I don't see
why I shouldn't take full advantage of the information."

   "Oh no you don't," Sara said backing away slowly, her high heels
clicking softly with each step.

   "Don't try to deny it, Sara," Aiden said with confidence, "we know that
deep down, you want what we're going to do to you, and we know you've been
conditioned by Doctor Boone to enjoy it."

   "Ohgod, is he going to try to rape me?!?" Sara panicked in her mind, and
then she realized what Aiden had just said.

   "We?" Sara asked hesitantly.

   The first moment Sara realized there was a third person hiding in the
dark corner of the room was when she felt a hand suddenly cover her mouth.

   "MMMM!!!!  MMMMM!!!!!" Sara gave a muffled scream.  Quickly, the unknown
man pinned Sara's arms behind her back, holding them in place by sliding
his entire arm through the gap between Sara's back and her elbows.

   "MMMMMMM!!!!!" Sara struggled with all the strength she could manage,
but his hold was just too strong for her.

   "Sara," Aiden explained, "meet my friend, Lucas."

   Sara continued to struggle, her muffled screams and high heels clicking
on the floor were the only other sounds in the room.

   "Now," said Aiden walking slowly towards Sara, "according to your file,
all I have to do to activate your sexual conditioning is to grope you
without your permission."

   "MMMMM!!!!!  MMMMMM!!!!!" Sara shook her head no as Aiden grabbed the
front of the young woman's top and ripped it apart in one quick motion."

   "UM!!!" Sara gave a high-pitched yelp as her firm breasts pushed
forward, being held snugly in place by a black lace bra.

   "Nice, Sara," Aiden said looking her over.  "Shall we go for tits then?"

   "MMMMM!!!!" Sara shook her head again as Aiden carefully unhooked the
front closure of her bra, unwrapping her like a present as Sara's beautiful
perky mounds were released from their confinement.

   Sara timidly glanced down at her rack, and then up at Aiden again, her
eyes beginning to water.

   Lucas could feel Sara's mouth attempting to speak from under his hand.

   "I think she's trying to ask something."

   Sara nodded.

   "What is it, Sara?  What are we going to do to you?" Aiden deduced.  "Is
that what you want to know?"

   "Mmm hmm." Sara nodded.

   "I thought that was obvious," Aiden replied.  "According to your file,
you were raped by two guys in college and felt ashamed for enjoying it. 
Basically, you get off on being raped, so you agreed to be sexually
conditioned to enjoy it without feeling shame or guilt."

   Sara was afraid of what he was getting ready to say next, and yet she
felt her pussy flood itself in anticipation.

   "So, we're going to rape you," Aiden said, gently placing his hand under
Sara's chin, "...and you're going to come so hard while being taken."

   "MMMMMMM!!!!!!!" Sara screamed, shaking her head no again as Aiden
firmly took hold of Sara's cute perky breasts with both hands.

   "MMMMMMM!!!!!!!" Sara tossed her head back as she felt her sexual
conditioning activate.  Instantly, the young lady's nipples and clitoris
were erect and quadrupled in sensitivity.

   Sara's eyes rolled back in her head as Aiden firmly massaged her
breasts, giving special attention to her now hard and overly sensitive
tits.

   Lucas, seeing that Sara was lost in her pleasure, removed his hand from
covering the guest speaker's mouth and pushed her little skirt down off of
her hips.

   "Oh!" Sara gave a girly yelp as she felt her skirt gently fall to the
floor, revealing the very sexy black lace panties she had worn today.

   "Nooooo," Sara whimpered as she felt Lucas' hands begin to explore her
beautiful dancer's body, "please don't do this to meeeee...OOOHHHH!!!!!!."

   Sara yiped as she felt Lucas slide his hand into the front of her
panties in search of her most sensitive pleasure spot.  To tease her more,
Lucas began gently blowing into Sara's ear, all while Aiden continued to
drive her insane with his hands squeezing and kneading her perky breasts.

   When Lucas spread the lips of Sara's labia and touched her overly
sensitive clit, her knees buckled.

   "OH FUCK!!!!!" Sara threw her head back and cried out at the ceiling as
her tormentors relentlessly teased the most intimate places on her gorgeous
trembling body.

   "Damn Aiden," Lucas said as Sara pouted and whimpered in protest of her
forced pleasure, "her clit is literally throbbing!"

   "Yeah," Aiden replied, "and her nipples are as hard as drill bits.  I'd
say she's ready for a good fucking."

   Hearing the words snapped Sara back to what was happening.

   "No!  No please!!!" Sara struggled as Aiden removed what was left of the
presenter's top and bra while Lucas placed his hands on Sara's hips and
slid her black lace panties down those gorgeous legs of hers.

   "Ohgod, this isn't happening..." Sara tried to convince herself she was
in another dream as she was stripped.

   Now completely naked except for her black heels and black-rimmed
glasses, Sara had never looked more desirable...and more vulnerable.

   "On the floor, Sara," Aiden ordered.

   Sara hesitated.

   Lucas grabbed Sara by the hair and shoved her down.

   "He said on the floor, bitch."

   "Ow!  Ow!  Ow!  Okay!!!  Okay!!!" Sara dropped to the ground and looked
back over her shoulder.

   It was her first good look at Lucas.  He seemed about the same age as
Aiden, but had a more preppy look, with his sandy blonde hair and dreamy
eyes.

   "Wow, he's cute," Sara thought to herself.

   Then she realized what that meant.

   "Dammit," Sara actually said out loud to herself, knowing that because
she found him attractive, she would be powerless to stop him from raping
her as well.

   By the time she had figured it out, both guys had unzipped their
trousers.

   "Guys, please," Sara begged shamelessly, "please don't fuck me.  I don't
want to be raped again."

   Aiden wasn't having any of it.

   "Yes you do," he said placing his rock hard shaft up to Sara's soft
lips. "You want it more than anything else in the world.  Now suck on
this."

   "No," Sara's eyes began to water, "please don't make me."

   As soon as she said it, she felt a slap across her face.

   "Ah!!!!!" Sara yelped.  The slap wasn't overly hard, but enough to tell
her that he meant business.

   "We could leave you right now," Aiden threatened.  "Your conditioning
would stay activated though, keeping your tits and clit massively sensitive
and your entire body on the brink of orgasm 24/7 until we came inside you."

   Sara's eyes widened in shock.  That was something she had not considered
before.

   "If that's what you want then say the word and we'll leave right now,"
Aiden said manipulatively.  "Otherwise, get sucking, bitch."

   Tears rolling down her cheeks, Sara slowly opened her mouth and
enveloped Aiden's cock, looking up at him for approval.

   "There's a good girl," Aiden said as he lowered Sara's glasses about an
inch so that her misty blue eyes were looking submissively up over the
frames into his.

   For several minutes, Sara and Aiden had their eyes locked on each other
as she bobbed her head back and forth on his shaft, her warm moist mouth
being raped by Aiden's cock.

   Then...

   "MMMMMM!!!!!!!" Sara's eyes went wide as she felt another cock behind
her being placed at the entrance to her pussy.

   "Ohgod!" Sara cried out in her mind as she felt a very hard member begin
tunneling into her pussy.  "Lucas is raping me too!!!"

   As the walls of Sara's pussy parted to make room for the shaft that was
violating her, Sara realized that this was going to be intense.  In
college, when she had been raped by the two fraternity guys, it was one at
a time.  She'd never had two cocks inside her simultaneously before.

   Sara froze as she felt the cock inside her pussy going slowly deeper and
deeper into her womb.

   "MMMMMM!" Sara's eyes went wide as she screamed.

   Deeper...

   "Ohmygod!!!" she thought to herself, "just how big IS this cock?"

   Deeper...

   "Oh shit!  That's so far inside me!" Sara cried out in her mind as the
long thick shaft finally came to rest within her depths.

   Tears rolled down Sara's cheeks as she contemplated her fate.

   "Mygod, how is my pussy going to survive being raped by this massive
shaft?!?"

   It was then she realized she hadn't been bobbing her head on Aiden's
cock.

   "I didn't tell you to stop, cunt," Aiden said grabbing Sara's tussled
hair and forcing his dick down the guest presenter's throat.

   "MMMMMM!!!!!  MMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!" Sara screamed and choked as Aiden fucked
her face with deep rapid thrusts.

   It was then that Lucas began slamming the full length of his shaft into
Sara, pounding her pussy hard from behind.

   "MMMM!!!  MMMMM!!!!  MMMMMMM!!!!!!!" Sara was holding on for dear life
as her gorgeous body was being raped from both ends by the two massive
cocks inside her.

   Yet, as Sara was being violated by two college students she had met only
an hour ago, she felt no shame at being forced to fuck against her will.

   "Ohhhh, dammit this feels so GOOD!!!!!" Sara cried out in her mind. 
"Why does it feel so good?  Do I want to be raped?  Yes!!!  Ohgod, it feels
amazing!!!  I love being forced!  I love being taken!!  OH FUCK YES!!! 
RAPE ME!!!!!"

   The orgasmic fireworks exploded as Sara came hard, her pussy beginning
to squirt as the pounding continued.

   "MMMMMMM!!!!!  MMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!" Sara's muffled screams turned into
high-pitched squeals that coincided with each squirt of her pussy.

   "Damn, Sara," Aiden observed, "you're really into this."

   "MMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!" Sara screamed as she came again.

   "Fuck," Lucas said to no one in particular, "I can FEEL her pussy's
contractions all around my shaft."

   Sara's muffled cries of orgasmic pleasure were soon joined by intense
grunts from the two guys fucking her.

   Sara could feel both cocks within her depths getting bigger, about to
explode.

   "MMMMMM!!!!!!  MMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!" Sara panicked and shook her head no. 
With all her strength, she tried desperately to break free in order to keep
the two students from coming inside her.

   "Oh no you don't," Aiden said pulling tighter on Sara's hair, forcing
her to continue sucking him off whether she wanted to or not.

   Lucas felt Sara's hips buck like a pony trying to throw its rider.

   "Stop struggling, cunt," Lucas ordered, bringing his hand down hard to
spank Sara's gorgeous ass.

   (SMACK)

   "UMM!!!" Sara yiped as she felt the slap.

   "Here is comes, Sara," Aiden said, pumping his cock into her mouth as
fast as he could.

   "OHGOD THIS IS IT!  THEY'RE GOING TO COME INSIDE ME!" Sara cried out in
her mind as she felt the two cocks throbbing within her.

   As her hair whipped back and forth, Sara's beautiful blue eyes looked up
submissively at Aiden, pleading with him not to do this to her.

   However, to her amazement, in the back of her mind she was screaming...

   "RAPE ME!!!!  OHGODYES!!!!!!!  FUCKING RAPE MEEEEEEE!!!!!!!"

   Sara's pussy clinched down on Lucas from all sides as she seemed to take
Aiden's member half way down her throat.  The two cocks fired immediately
into Sara's body over and over, defiling her simultaneously from both ends.
Sara took it all, screaming and choking as her pussy gushed everywhere, the
overwhelming sensations of her double rape washing away her mind.

   Both students pulled out of Sara at the same time, leaving their now
fucked guest speaker gasping for air and convulsing from the powerful
experience.

   "Ohhhhhmmyyggooodd..." Sara panted, still on all fours.  "I
can't...believe what...you two j-just did to me."

   Aiden placed his hand gently under Sara's chin and lifted her head so
she could look him in the eyes.

   "So," Aiden explained, "according to your file, now that we both just
came inside you, Doctor Boone's conditioning allows your arousal level and
sensitivity to return to normal."

   Tears ran down Sara's cheeks as she nodded.  "Yes."

   "Well now," Aiden said getting down on the floor at eye level with Sara,
"we can't have that, can we?"

   Both Aiden and Sara glanced at her breasts which were hanging down
beautifully like udders.

   "OH!!" Sara yiped in surprise as Aiden placed his hands on Sara's perky
mounds and began drawing down firmly on her tits.

   "OOHHHH!!!  NNOOOOO!!!!" Sara moaned and closed her eyes as she felt her
conditioning activating again.

   Aiden firmly squeezed and pinched Sara's now over-sensitive nipples.

   "Ohhhhh, noooooo, not againnnnnn," Sara bit her lip in tension as she
felt her tits practically being milked by the college student.

   "Oh yes," Aiden said softly, kissing Sara on the top of her head, "It's
my turn to rape your pussy."

   Sara's eyes snapped open upon hearing the words, and then widened when
she noticed Lucas was attaching thick Velcro hand restraints to the top of
the door.

   "Oh no..." Sara whispered to herself when the realization hit that they
weren't finished with her.

   Forcing Sara up off her hands and knees, Aiden pushed her back against
the door.

   "No!  Ohgod, please no!!" Sara struggled as the two college students
took her wrists and raised them above her head, placing each one of them
firmly in the restraints.

   "Ohgod, please don't rape me again," Sara begged.  The exhausted captive
thrashed about in her high heels, her completely naked figure a vision of
helpless beauty.

   Ignoring her protests, Aiden and Lucas each took hold of one of Sara's
legs and lifted them to be parallel to the floor, spreading them wide into
a full split.

   "No, no, please don't do this to me!" Sara implored the two college
students as they secured their guest speaker's right ankle to a shelf that
was cattycorner to the door and her left ankle to a side table on the other
side of the entrance.

   "Now Sara," Aiden explained, "according to your file, this seems to be
your favorite fucking position."

   "Ohgod!  No!" Sara's eyes went wide.

   "Your file also mentioned that, thanks to the conditioning, the more you
say 'no' the more turned on you get.  Isn't that correct?"

   Sara's submissive eyes gave the answer away without saying a word.

   "So, feel free to beg me not to rape you," Aiden said moving to stand
directly in front of the helpless Sara, "because every time you say 'no',
it just means you're getting more and more desperate to be fucked."

   With that he began lining up his cock with the entrance to her pussy.

   "NO!  NO, AIDEN!!" Sara struggled in her restraints as the college
student's cock parted the lips to Sara's pussy and began to enter her love
canal.

   "AIDEN!!  NO!!!  AAHH!!!  AHHH!!!!  NOOOOAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!"

   Sara screamed as she felt the hard shaft invade her warm and very wet
pussy.

   "NOOOOOO!!!" Sara laid her head back against the door and moaned at the
ceiling in defeat...and with every protest, she became ever more desperate
to be fucked.

   This time, though, it wasn't a dream.

   "Ohgod!  This is really happening!" Sara cried out in her mind as Aiden
began thrusting his shaft upwards into her cunt.  "I'm being raped again!
Oh FUCK that dick is going so deep!"

   "UH!!!  UNNHH!!!!!  UNNNHHHHH!!!!" Sara's body slammed against the door
with every powerful thrust of Aiden's cock.

   "Mygod, Sara," Aiden said as he pummeled the guest speaker's pussy over
and over, "you're so getting off on this, aren't you?  You fucking love
being taken."

   Sara's words came out as high-pitched squeals of forced pleasure.

   "NO...I...OHGOD....I...DON"T...GET...OFF...ON...THIS!!!!"

   "We're not buying it, Sara," Lucas said standing a few feet away holding
his phone up.

   (click)

   "OHGOD!!!!  NOOO!!!!  YOU'RE...TAKING...PICTURES OF ME!!!!"

   "Just for Doctor Boone's files," Lucas assured Sara as he photographed
her being fucked out of her mind.  "You're his favorite case study."

   (click)

   "AAAHHH!!!" Sara's eyes went wide as she felt Aiden's cock somehow
manage to penetrate deeper into her womb, her back repeatedly hitting
against the door and her breasts bouncing up and down with every thrust.

   (click)

   "NOOOO!!!" Sara begged shamelessly.  "Please!!!  Don't take pictures of
meeeeaaaaAAAHHHH!!!!"

   Sara was cut off mid-sentence as Aiden grabbed the guest speaker's ass
cheeks with both hands and began pumping Sara's cunt at full speed, his
cock relentlessly stroking her overly sensitive g-spot again and again and
again...

   "OHGOD!!  OHGOD!!!  OHGOD!!!!" Sara screamed over and over as her pussy
began squirting everywhere, her gorgeous body convulsing in her restraints.
Her legs quivering as she was forced to maintain her full split with her
ankles tied down, her hands restrained above her head, her ass groped, and
a massive cock pounding her.

   It was her dream from last night all over again, except this time, it
was really happening.

   Aiden felt Sara's pussy muscles contracting around his cock.

   "Oh fuck, Sara!" Aiden said more to himself than her.  "I can't hold
back anymore..."

   Sara panicked when she felt the cock within her depths begin to pulse.

   "OHGOD!  NOOOO!!!  DON'T...COME...IN...SIDE...MEEE!!!"

   Both of them screamed as Aiden unloaded everything far into Sara's
depths.  She froze, her entire body locking in tension as she felt the
liquid spread inside her womb.

   (click)

   "Nooooo," Sara closed her eyes in defeat as her pussy was defiled again.

   "Yes...oh what a great fuck you are," Aiden said as he started to pump
Sara's twice raped pussy at a slower pace, her body now bobbing up and down
gently in her restraints as the waves began to subside.

   "Oooohhh fuuuuuck," Sara moaned and sighed in total exhaustion as she
felt her conditioning slowly fading away.  Thank goodness she had started
taking birth control recently.  Those two cocks would have easily
impregnated her.

   When Aiden pulled out of Sara, she went completely limp in exhaustion.
She had just been raped twice, her arms restrained, her legs spread, her
pussy defiled, her orgasms forced, and her body used as a fucktoy by these
two college students.

   That's when Sara realized...she WAS trying to relive her experience from
years ago.

   Her next session with Doctor Boone was going to be very interesting.

   Aiden and Lucas slowly began undoing Sara's restraints.  Too exhausted
to do anything else, she was grateful that the two students were gentle as
they took her down, helped her get dressed, and then tidied up the room
while she rested.

   After cleaning the classroom, the two students helped Sara up.  Lucas
carried her laptop and purse while Aiden helped Sara outside to her car.

   "Thank you for...coming, Sara," Aiden said opening the car door for her
while Lucas placed her belongings in the back seat.

   Sara glared angrily at them.

   "I hope you two enjoyed yourselves," she said bluntly as she got into
her car.

   "Absolutely," Lucas answered.

   Aiden spoke softer.  "How was it for you?"

   Sara started the engine to her car, took a deep breath, and confessed to
Aiden.

   "Even better than I dreamed."

   ***

   Angie, Sara's digital marketing supervisor, sat at her desk computer
going through her correspondence when her email dinged indicating a new
message.

   "Now what?" Angie said to herself.  It was Friday afternoon and she was
ready to head out.  Angie was hosting a costume party tonight at her house
for everyone in the company and she needed to get home to change before
setting everything up.

   The email was sent from an address she didn't recognize, and it had two
attachments.  Angie almost ignored the message as spam, but then saw that
Sara's name was on the file.

   "Some sort of medical records..." Angie deduced.

   Opening the document, Angie saw the words "Doctor Boone, therapist" at
the top.

   As she began reading through the file, Angie's jaw dropped.

   "Ohmygod, Sara!"

   After finishing the file in complete disbelief, Angie opened the second
attachment.

   It was a picture...

   ...a picture of Sara wearing only high heels and glasses, her wrists
restrained above her head, her legs in a full split, and being fucked out
of her mind by someone with his back turned to the camera.

   "Oh my..." Angie said in total shock.

   After a few minutes, the ginger girl closed her laptop and sat at her
desk stunned, staring at nothing as she processed what she had just seen.

   "Oh, Sara..." Angie finally said, smiling to herself.  "Have I got plans
for you..."
   ***