1. The Second Place Sister: Ch. 4


    Date: 9/29/2017, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Bondage and restriction, Female Domination, Group Sex, Humiliation, Incest, Masturbation, Non-consensual sex, Reluctance, Author: Hamlin, Rating: 92.5, Source: sexstories.com

    that's the thing, sir,” she tried to explain, “I never actually did any drugs,” Travers frowned, saying, “Now, Tori, your toxicology report was very clear. Your body contained a wide variety of illicit compounds,” he looked at her chart, “Marijuana, cocaine, painkillers, muscle relaxers. If this is going to work, I need you to be honest with me,” He looked at her expectantly, but she didn't know what to say. She was getting upset, and felt hot tears behind her eyes. He thought she was lying. Everyone thought she was lying, and no one would believe her! “I...I don't know. I don't ever remember doing any drugs!” she declared, agitated. “It's alright, dear. Just calm down a bit, now,” he handed her a tissue, “you said you'd never done any drugs, but now you're saying you don't remember?” “I don't. I didn't ever do drugs, and if I did I don't remember doing it!” Travers stroked his chin, looking thoughtful, “It may be possible that this whole experience has been such a trauma,” he posited, “that your mind has suppressed the memories of your drug abuse,” She wiped at her eyes, fighting the urge to cry. Why did she cry so much lately? It was like her hormones were completely out of whack. “Tori,” he said, snapping her back, “I'd like to try a bit of hypnosis, if that's alright. Perhaps we can bring out the repressed memories in your subconscious.” “Does that really work?” “It has varying degrees of success, depending on the person,” “If you think it will help,” “I'd like to try.” ...
    She nodded agreement. Travers had her lay down on the couch, and she heard his voice change. It became more monotone, very even, relaxing, she couldn't really focus on what he was saying. Whatever it was, she was getting sleepy. Soon, she was under, relaxed, oblivious to what was happening on the other side of her eyelids. Travers smiled at the prone teenager. She'd gone under very easily, indicating that she was going to be very open to suggestion. He began by implanting a few false memories. Tori smoking a joint alone, snorting a few lines of cocaine, taking some pills. She didn't have a long history of abuse, given that her downhill slide had been over the course of a single, week, so he didn't need to work on her much. When he'd finished the false memories, he made her more open to sexual advances. She would be more shameless about her masturbation. She would enjoy the depraved things that happened to her, but her mind would still rebel against them, leaving her in a constant state of confusion as her body and her mind warred with one another. He was tempted to go further, but he wanted the behaviors and memories to take root first. Soon, he was bringing her out, and then she was awake. Tori saw the doctor standing over her looking pleased. She felt refreshed, like she hadn't since all this craziness began. “Did it work?” she asked. “Yes it did,” he replied, and sat back in his chair, “Do you remember now, what happened?” She did remember. She could recall a few things. ...