"Rachel's Therapy Session « on: Today at 01:04:09 pm » Quote" By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu) URL: https://pastebin.com/2PKRfMc3 Created on: Wednesday 29th of November 2017 06:40:33 PM CDT Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:17:10 AM UTC Rachel's Therapy Session « on: Today at 01:04:09 pm » Quote Rachel sat on the bed crying as her aunt Sally sat next to her, a consoling arm around the girl’s shoulder, while in her other hand she held a notebook that contained her niece’s detailed accounts of her darkest fantasies, all having to do with being hanged to death. “Rachel, it’s all right! I don’t think any less of you because you have these feelings. The way I look at it, there’s something in your past that triggered something in you to think about these kinds of things the way you do,” Sally quietly and reassuringly told her. “To be quite honest, I found this notebook quite some time ago when you first came to live with me after your parents had been killed in that terrible accident. I didn’t say anything then because I too had thoughts like these when I was young like you were then and I just waited to see if you would grow out of them as you matured, “she added. “When I realized that wasn’t going to be the case, as your legal guardian, I felt it was my obligation to seek advice from people who know about these kinds of things, but I wasn’t ready to approach you about it. Now that you’ve turned 18, I think you’re ready to see someone who can help you resolve your issues. I have the name of a wonderful woman who has dealt with all sorts of things like this and you should think about going to see her as soon as possible to talk candidly about them without any fear of rejection.” As Sally talked, Rachel gradually began to stop sobbing and realized that perhaps her aunt was right and there was some help for her after all. “Aunt Sally, “the girl said in between sniffles, “would you mind giving this woman a call and arrange for me to see her sometime soon?” The older woman smiled and gave Rachel a hug. “Of course, dear. In fact, I’ll go and call her right now and make an appointment for the earliest possible opening she has.” With that, her aunt left the room and Rachel heard her talking on the phone in the hall. “Yes, Rachel has decided she would like your help. When could we possibly come for a visit? Oh, tomorrow afternoon? That would be wonderful. Rachel will be so relieved to finally begin to try and resolve this unfortunate issue. Thank you very much. See you then.” Sally reentered the room and reiterated the good news she knew the girl could plainly have heard. She told her that the appointment was for 1 PM the next afternoon and that she would drive Rachel herself to give her support. The next afternoon the two of them got into the car. Sally had told Rachel that the woman had specifically asked for her to bring the notebook so she could look at it and get a good understanding of the feelings she had been secretly keeping locked inside of her. It was a long drive and Sally made it a point to reassure her niece that she had made the right decision. During the time in the car, Rachel occasionally would burst into short bouts of tears. Her aunt simply put her hand on the girl’s knee and patted it softly, telling her it would soon be alright and that all that was troubling her would soon be taken care of. When they finally arrived at the woman’s home where Sally had told her she used to see clients, the two got out of the car, Rachel clutching the notebook tightly to her breasts and headed up the walk. Before they reached the door, it opened and they were met by a kindly looking very tall mature woman who smiled. “Hello,” she said in a soothing voice. “You must be Rachel. I’m so glad to meet you.” The woman welcomed them in and asked Sally to have a seat in the living room as she ushered Rachel into her sitting room and closed the door. The woman began by asking the girl to try and tell her about herself first, how she was feeling, what kind of childhood did she have and when had she first begun having these urges, or fantasies. As Rachel talked more she became more at ease. When the woman felt the time was right she asked Rachel if she would mind letting her see the notebook so she could best ascertain the nature and extent of her struggles within herself. The woman started at the beginning of the notebook and silently read through the entire thing. Putting it down she suggested that they take a break and she would bring in some tea and they could just chat and give Rachel a chance to feel more at ease now that she had shared the thing that made her feel so ashamed and yet aroused by. The woman came back with the tea, including a few cookies. She handed Rachel her cup and taking hers sat on the sofa next to the girl and began to make small talk at first. Rachel noticed a slightly bitter taste to the tea but didn’t want to complain because the woman just seemed so very nice and kind. The more Rachel had of the tea the more she began to feel a wave of relaxation washing over her she had never felt before. In fact, she was so relaxed she fell back on the backrest of the sofa. As she did, the woman gently took the empty tea cup from her and put it down. Very soon it was apparent that Rachel had completely passed out. When Rachel finally awoke, she was startled to find herself in the living room in which were also seated her aunt Sally, the woman she had been talking to along with three other women of various ages, though none of them young. Then she realized to her shock that she was completely naked and her hands were bound tightly behind her back. Her aunt came and sat down beside her and put a firm hand on her thigh and brushed the hair away from her forehead with the other. Then the woman she had been speaking to earlier spoke. “Rachel, my dear,” she said in a serious but soft tone. “I’m afraid that you have been misled. When your aunt first found your notebook with all your fantasies written down she did phone me. But it was not for the purposes of seeking the kind of help you finally decided to seek out. No. In fact it was just the opposite. You see, just as much as you find yourself aroused by the thought of being hanged, we all are aroused by seeing someone, especially as young as you are, hanged for our entertainment.” Rachel stared at the woman, hearing her words but not quite sure she was understanding them until she realized with wide-eyed terror what the meaning of what the woman was intimating exactly was. Rachel gasped, her breathing became shallow, she felt her heart pounding in her chest. In a shocked voice she loudly said. “You can’t mean you’re all planning on actually hanging me like in my stories? No, this is some part of the therapy. A way to frighten me out of my deepest feelings.” To this she was met by five pairs of eyes all with the same look of intent and silence for a moment. “No! You can’t be serious. That’s murder!” she blurted out. “You can’t do this!” “Ah, yes, but we can and are going to do it.” Her aunt retorted. “It’s all been carefully planned out. Earlier this morning your cousin who bears a striking resemblance to you took the liberty, while you were still asleep and stole your wallet and made sure she was seen buying a ticket for New York on a bus. She even got on the bus and at the first place it stopped for any length of time, quietly slipped into the crowd and disappeared and taking a car that had been left in that town and simply drove away. So, you see, for all intents and purposes you, Rachel, have clandestinely left home. Never to be seen or heard of again.” “Oh, of course after a day or two I’ll phone the police and file a missing person’s report but all that will turn up nothing. After you’re dead you’ll be buried in a deep grave we’ve spent weeks digging and that will be the end of it.” Rachel was stunned at first by what she heard all about how it had all been planned for such a long time. Then she began to cry, begging them in between her sobs to please not kill her. After a few minutes her aunt and the woman she had talked to rose from their seats and each of them took Rachel by her arms and lifted her to her feet and half carried and walked her to a hallway to a door that led down into the basement. The hardest part was navigating the stairs at three abreast. When they finally reached the bottom, one of the other women switched on a light and there in the middle of the floor stood a low stool. Directly above it, secured to an overhead beam was a rope at the end of which was a perfectly tied hangman’s noose. At seeing this, Rachel began to struggle against being held, but her aunt and the woman holding her were strong and held on tightly, slowly moving the girl inexorably toward the stool. She was lifted up and with the help of two of the other women her feet were placed on the stool and she was held up, while another calmly slipped the noose over her head and made the knot snug around her neck. She wasn’t going anywhere now except a short drop. There were cushioned chairs set around the outside in a circle and all of the women took a seat to watch. It was her aunt who approached her. Staring up into Rachel’s tearing eyes she told her she was sorry, but in the end, everyone there, especially Rachel, was going to have the chance to live out their fantasies. “Goodbye, Rachel.” Was all her aunt said as she kicked the stool out from underneath the bound, noosed and naked girl and then took her own seat to watch from. At first the very short drop elicited a gasping moan as the stretched rope brought her up with a slight jolt. For a second or two Rachel just hung there swaying slightly. Then as the noose tightened and the horror of it all began to sink in, she began to flail her legs this way and that attempting to find something to safe herself with. Her gyrations only served to make the noose close more quickly around her neck. She tried to bring her hands around from behind her in a vain attempt to get at the rope. When that did no good she brought her knees up as high as she could then dropped them and actually looked like she was dancing. Small gurgling sounds escaped her mouth. Her face began to turn red and gradually darkened. Her tongue began to swell and pushed its way out of her mouth making her look almost comical. A small laugh went around those watching as her eyes began to roll back into her head. She was a young and healthy girl and so her struggle lasted a long time—at one point her hips pumped out as if she were humping the air and it was obvious that in spite of herself she was experiencing an orgasm. Finally, after a little short of ten minutes she seemed to go limp. Her body shuddered once or twice, then she went into a convulsion, shaking wildly then calmed again and the only sign of any life left in her at all were the slight twitches the dying synapses in her brain were firing to her muscles and her neck stretched out somewhat with her head bent at an odd angle, her face a deep bluish/black. All that was left then was her swaying back and forth slightly and then the sound of her urine being released from her uncontrolled bladder hitting the floor below her and pooling there. It was all over. The five women all agreed it had been a very arousing and satisfying hanging. After running their hands over her cooling body, they retired upstairs to wait for the cover of darkness to move the body out to the grave they had dug. Then they went their separate ways until the next time.