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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, F/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Additional Tags:
      Extremely_Underage, Mind_Control, Parent/Child_Incest, Oral_Sex, Incest,
      Rimming, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Vaginal_Sex
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      Published: 2016-12-04 Words: 2537
****** Appropriateness ******
by Shadowstrider
Summary
     He had tricked them into giving him therapy and now he was going to
     use his therapy session for his own perverted pleasures.
Notes
     The author neither advocates nor encourages inappropriate sexual
     contact with minors. This work is a piece of fantasy representing
     neither real people or events.
See the end of the work for more notes
Rolf Dreyer relaxed comfortably on the black leather couch, his hands
interlocked behind his head. His black hair was neatly cut and combed, framing
a strong face with intense blue eyes. He was dressed formally in a light blue
long-sleeved collared shirt with a red tie, his black shoes and trousers
completing the picture.
Across from him, on an identical couch, sat his therapist and her daughter. Dr.
Stella Addams had just turned 30 years old the previous winter, but was a
dedicated and experienced practitioner in the field of social behaviour
therapy. She was dressed in a white blouse and knee-length grey skirt, her feet
resting in grey heels.
Lucy Addams sat next to her mother, her slight 6 year old body dressed in a
dark blue T-shirt and a denim skirt, her white sneaker clad feet resting
against the front of the couch. Both mother and daughter had long loose blonde
hair, soft pink lips and kind, perky faces. Both sets of eyes were closed,
their bodies relaxed as their minds were caught in Rolf’s trance.
*
Rolf had the ability to put people into a trance, which he could then use to
program them as he wanted. But his power was not absolute. A limited number of
people could resist his trance completely and as they were aware of what he was
attempting, they would usually resist violently. Another subset of people would
fall under the trance, but due to factors he had not been able to establish,
would snap out of it.
This obviously caused him difficulties, especially when people reported him to
law enforcement. Due to this, he had learnt to act cautiously, only using his
puppets for perverse or illegal actions when he was sure that they couldn’t
resist him. But his past had come back to haunt him in the form of a very
dedicated officer, who had tracked him and his activities across the country,
fuelled by humiliation Rolf had caused to his fiancée and her family.
The stress of his arrest and the number of minds that he would need to control
had meant that he couldn’t just walk out of trouble. But by putting certain
people who were part of his prosecution in a trance and doing very quick
programming, he had managed to walk away with only a conviction of sexual
harassment and inappropriate contact with children and had been ordered to see
a court appointed therapist for rehabilitation.
The situation was bad, but using his power he would be able to reverse it. He
had taken careful notice of who was involved with what during his prosecution.
As soon as he could get to them one-on-one, he would be able to free himself
with a little bit of programming.
He had wanted to do this as quickly as possible, but upon meeting Dr. Addams,
he had decided to have some fun first. She was a kind-hearted woman with a very
open mind, driven to help people with personality problems, no matter their
offences. In other words, she was a perfect victim.
*
Rolf smiled as he programmed his puppets for today’s session: “Stella and Lucy,
when I snap my fingers, you will wake up and continue with the session as
normal. When you wake up, you will obey every command that starts with the word
‘please’. You will obey, but you will not be aware that you are obeying. No
matter how appropriate or inappropriate the events during the session are, you
will not be aware if anything is out of the ordinary. No matter how I act, you
will feel that the session is going great. You will not remember that I placed
you into this trance. Is that clear?”
“Yes, master,” answered his puppets.
Rolf snapped his fingers. Instantly both females awoke, Stella’s green eyes and
Lucy’s blue eyes revealed as their eyes opened.
“Mr. Dreyer, I thought that as you seem to have trouble communicating
appropriately with both women and girls, it would be best for you to learn by
interacting with an example of each,” continued Dr. Addams as if there had been
no interruption to the session.
It had been Rolf’s idea, but he saw no need to remind her of something he had
programmed her to forget.
Keeping his face calm, he inquired: “What do you want me to do, doctor?”
“I want to help you to learn to distinguish between appropriate and
inappropriate things to say to women and girls. So, I want you to talk with us,
as you think is appropriate. If you say anything inappropriate, I will correct
you and tell you why your particular statement is inappropriate.”
“Ok, doctor, I think I understand.”
“Then we can begin whenever you are ready.”
“Lucy, that is a pretty shirt,” he started.
The little girl smiled as her mother replied: “That is an appropriate comment.”
“Please Lucy, take of your shirt.”
“That is inappropriate. You can’t ask girls to take off their shirts, as they
would then be exposing the private parts of their body to you.” As her mother
answered, Lucy gripped the hem of her shirt with her hands and removed her
shirt. In doing so, she revealed her pale skin, her flat chest adorned by small
pink nipples, rigorous gymnastics class having gifted her with a flat stomach.
“Oh, ok. So it also wouldn’t be appropriate if I said: ‘Please Stella, take of
your blouse’?”
“No, asking any female, women or child, to do that is inappropriate as they
would be exposing themselves.” Dr. Addams’s fingers nimbly unbuttoned her
blouse as she answered. Soon the blouse was removed, revealing her toned
abdomen from running, her skin slightly darker than her daughters and her
breasts hidden inside a frilly white bra.
“Ah. So asking them to remove clothes themselves isn’t appropriate?”
“Yes.”
“Ok, Please Lucy, remove your mother’s bra.”
“That is also inappropriate, especially asking a child to remove a family
member’s clothes.” The little girl unclipped the garment and slid it off of her
mother’s shoulders and arms, leaving both of them topless. Dr. Addams’s breasts
were just about the right size to be a handful, perky creamy orbs with nipples
darker than those of her daughter.
“I see. Thank you doctor, I think I understand a bit more now.”
“No need to thank me, I am glad that this is helping.”
“Ok, let’s see...Hmm... Ah, ok... Please Lucy, stand up and lift up your
skirt.”
“That’s inappropriate; you cannot ask a child to expose their underwear to
you.” Lucy lifted the hem of her skirt up, revealing her white panties tightly
wrapped around her immature flower.
“Hmm, ok. Please Stella, stand up. Please Lucy, lift up your mother’s skirt.”
“Asking someone to expose someone else’s underwear is even more inappropriate,”
explained Dr. Addams as she stood up so that her daughter could lift the gray
skirt up, revealing that the doctor wore frilly black panties.
Rolf’s face transmitted a sense of confusion that he didn’t feel. Everything
was progressing nicely. “I don’t quite understand. Please Lucy, remove your
panties and then lift up your skirt.”
With no reaction on her face, the little girl’s hands left her mother’s skirt,
slipped in beneath her own skirt and tugged her panties downwards, where they
came to rest on the floor after she had stepped out of them. Unceremoniously,
she lifted her skirt up again, revealing her immature slit, completely hairless
and smooth. “Having a girl lift up her skirt without having panties on doesn’t
make the question more appropriate,” added her mother.
“Strange... This is very complicated. Please Stella, remove your panties.
Please Lucy, hold her skirt up.”
“That is also inappropriate. The issue is asking someone to lift up their own
or another person’s skirt, whether the person is wearing panties or not, as in
both cases they would be exposing themselves.” Stella slipped her own panties
off and stepped out of them, causing her neatly trimmed darker blond bush to be
revealed as her daughter lifted her skirt up.
“Ah, now I see. I’m glad I have an expert here to walk me through this.”
“Don’t worry, Mr. Dreyer, you’ll soon master appropriate interactions. Are you
ready to continue?”
Nodding, he continued: “Please Stella and Lucy, get on all fours on the floor
facing away from me.”
“That’s a tough one, Mr. Dreyer. I don’t quite know how appropriate that is.”
The uncertainty in her voice was in contrast to the certainty of her actions as
she and her daughter both dropped to all fours, their skirt covered rears aimed
towards Rolf.
“On to the next one then, I suppose. Please Stella and Lucy, flip your skirts
up and then use your hands to spread your bum cheeks open as far as you can.”
Using a less explicit term so that the child could understand, he was fairly
certain that his therapist wouldn’t be confused about the appropriateness of
his latest command.
Dr. Addams didn’t disappoint. “That is very inappropriate. You cannot ask
someone to expose their private parts, especially not in if they’re part of a
group.” Rolf sucked in his breath as he saw mother and child flip their skirts
up onto their backs and then reach back with their hands and spread themselves
open to his gaze as he moved forwards to see better. Stella’s ass was more
rounded than Lucy’s, which still resembled that of a boy. But the difference
between her and a boy was unmistakable in the pink coral of her spread cunny,
the tiny pearl of her clitoris hidden. Her small brown anus winked at him,
smaller then her mother’s winking pucker. Her mother’s snatch was a darker,
more mature structure, her bigger bundle of nerves also still hidden.
The sight of mother and daughter next to each other, their sexes spread open so
obscenely, was becoming too much for him. His release would come whether he
liked it or not, so he needed to act quickly in order to not waste it. As he
had special plans for Lucy, he decided that he should scratch fucking his
therapist off of his bucket-list.
Moving in haste, he stripped himself of his shoes, trousers and black briefs,
before again taking his place on the couch. Dark pubic hair surrounded his
erect penis, the purple head slimy with fluids. Wasting no time, he commanded:
“Please Stella, fuck me vaginally until I cum inside of you.”
“That’s seriously inappropriate, Mr. Dreyer. That could constitute forcing
someone into sex.” Both of them groaned as she sank down on his cock, the
velvety warmth of her cunt exquisite as she started to fuck him. Soon both of
them were moaning, the wet slapping of flesh echoing in the otherwise silent
room. But his release would not be denied and soon he erupted, his warm semen
soon flowing into her womb. Obeying his command, Dr. Addams stopped as soon as
she felt the flood inside of her pelvis, coming to rest with his wilting penis
still inside of her.
*
His energy was sapped, but he wasn’t finished with his therapy. Reclining on
the couch, his groin sticky with the evidence of his recent activity, he
decided that he was in need of stimulation. Looking over at his two puppets
sitting on the couch, he said: “Doctor, I’m ready to continue.”
“Very well, Mr. Dreyer.”
“Please Lucy, lie on your back on the floor and allow your mother to play with
you. Please Stella, lick your daughter’s cunt and asshole until you cum from
fingering yourself.”
“In no possible way is that appropriate. You cannot expect a ...” the rest of
the good doctor’s words were lost as her tongue was busy between her daughter’s
spread legs, driving mewling moans from the youngster’s lips. The semen still
dripping out from her womb soon made the doctor’s hand sticky as she started to
pleasure herself.
Rolf felt the excitement building anew in him as he listened to Lucy’s childish
moans. The sight before his eyes were a real treat, watching the absolute focus
his therapist put into pleasuring herself and her daughter. A second hand soon
started to assault her now revealed clitoris as her tongue launched its own
attack on her child’s own pearl. Soon the child was buckling and screeching,
her mother soon joining her as orgasm swept over them.
The stimulation had been enough for Rolf to regain his vigour. “Please Lucy,
allow me to play with you.”
“You shouldn’t force a child to play with you if they don’t want to, but the
comment itself isn’t inappropriate.”
Grinning at the absurdity of situation, Rolf gently guided her daughter back on
all fours and moved her skirt up so that it covered her middle and left her
nethers uncovered. Nestling his penis against her immature saliva covered slit,
he answered: “Thank you doctor.” Without further ado, he thrust through her
hymen, her virgin blood mixing with her mother’s saliva as his manhood
stretched her walls. The lubricating fluids her mother’s actions had created
helped to keep the damage to her immature vagina to a minimum, but she was
still being fucked way too soon.
In Rolf’s experience, virgin child cunt was the best and considering the
sensations currently coursing through his veins, he didn’t think that would
soon change. Her vagina was like a vice, the incredible heat and tightness
driving him mad as he pummelled into her. The air was filled with his loud
moans and her softer mewls, the sounds of flesh meting flesh echoing as beads
of sweat ran down their bodies. Slipping a finger into her well-lubricated
winking anus, he grinned as he felt her cervix give way to him.
Looking over at his therapist, seeing her utter lack of reaction at him fucking
her little girl as his semen still dripped out of her, he groaned as he blasted
away at the child’s womb. The orgasm ripped through his mind, setting his
nerves on fire as nirvana flooded his entire being.
*
Rolf was back on the couch, his groin a greater mess from Lucy’s deflowering.
He was exhausted, even as his skin still tingled from the extreme pleasure. His
puppets were again seated on their couch, semen having pooled on it as it
flowed out of them. There was still much pleasure to be got from them, but he
decided that he had had his fill for the day.
“So, I cannot ask people to strip themselves or others, ask them to expose
themselves or others to me, ask them to do sexual actions by themselves or with
others, including me; but I can ask to play with them?”
“If it is an appropriate context, yes.”
“Of course. Well doctor, do you feel I made progress?”
“You made enormous progress, Mr. Dreyer.” The doctor gave a brilliant smile at
the success of the session. He gave a brilliant smile at her sitting there with
her daughter, both only wearing skirts and socks, their asses resting in pools
of his semen.
This therapy had been born from a very unfortunate situation, but he had
managed to turn it to his advantage. He was looking forward to future sessions.
END
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