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Staci and her boyfriend argued a lot. He complained that she wouldn’t be a good, well-behaved slut for him, and she complained that he wasn’t romantic. In the end, she agreed to go to “couples counselling” with a therapist he recommended.
“So what you want,” said the counsellor to Staci, “is for him to give you flowers once in a while, and tell you that he appreciates you.” She agreed that was correct.
“And what you want,” he said to her boyfriend, “is for Staci to give you oral sex, to dress sexier, to be more deferential, and to let you know where she is if she’s gone for a long time?” Her boyfriend agreed that was correct also.
“Well, if you’ll agree to do those things for each other, I think you’ll get along better. Staci, will you agree to seal the deal with a little hypnosis session, to help you stick to the agreement?”
Reluctantly, she said she would, and allowed the counsellor to hypnotise her – which was, of course, an enormous mistake. Once she was under, the counsellor – a close friend of her boyfriend – told her to strip, and they watched and laughed as she slowly removed her clothes and exposed her tits and cunt. Once she was nude they took turns holding her down while the other fucked her, and when they were done they told her to forget it had happened.
As she lay there, stunned, but still in a trance, the counsellor proceeded to give her the hypnotic suggestions she’d already agreed to – give oral sex when she was given roses, dress sexier, be submissive, notify her whereabouts to her boyfriend. Then they told her to share her sexual fantasies with them – she had some surprisingly vivid ideas about having lesbian sex with her sister, being raped by a police officer, and being made to expose herself at work. The counsellor videoed it all for the boyfriend’s later enjoyment, before making her dress herself and then slowly bringing her out of the trance.
Almost immediately after the session, Staci found herself dressing differently. The outfits she was picking for herself were barely appropriate for around the house, let alone going out in. Sometimes she could force herself to dress properly, and make it to work, but it was an effort, and she found herself disrobing when her mind wandered.
She blamed her boyfriend, and his counselling session. They argued, and they broke up. Staci told him never to come back. He shouted back that one of the suggestions they’d given her was to never seek help to undo what they’d done, so he hoped she liked how she was dressing, because that was her signature look now.
He didn’t stop there. He uploaded the video of her hypnosis session to the internet, with her full name, workplace and home address attached.
She got her first visitor the very next day. A man she had never seen before turned up, holding roses. He passed the roses to her, and said, “These are for you, Staci. I love you.” Then, without pause, he unzipped his pants and got out his cock.
Her response was immediate and irresistible. She dropped to her knees, and started sucking. It was the deal – he had given her roses and affection, now she had to suck his cock. She didn’t want to – she didn’t know this man, and didn’t know where he’d been – but she had no choice. She sucked until he filled her mouth with cum, and she swallowed and thanked him. He laughed, and gave her his phone number, and left.
Another one came later the same day, again with roses, and again she was compelled to suck his dick. From that point on, there were maybe four or five a day, increasing in number as satisfied customers went online and re-shared the video, certifying that it was for real. At any given time there were three or four loads of semen in her belly.
Some of her visitors got more creative. A police officer in full uniform visited. At first she was overcome with relief – finally someone would save her from this hell – but instead he just pushed her into her bedroom and raped her. She orgasmed twice even as she begged him to stop. Afterwards, he brought his partner in – a woman – to verify that she had consented. She tried to say she hadn’t consented, but then the officer gave her roses, and suddenly she had to suck the cock which had just raped her. He pushed her away a couple of times before he let her suck, just to prove how much of everything that had happened was her own slutty idea.
Her sister came one day – pretty blonde Freya – and told her she was about to do something she didn’t want to do, that her boyfriend had seen a video online and was forcing her to do this. Staci assured her sister that she would help her – but then her sister, trembling, gave her roses and told Staci that she loved her, and Staci had no choice then but to hold her sister down and lick her pussy until Freya orgasmed. It took a while, because Freya was crying at first, but eventually she accepted what was happening and relaxed and eventually Staci felt Freya orgasm and squirt into her mouth. Freya came back regularly after that, always with roses, and she never mentioned again whether she was being forced to.
Eventually Staci tried to move house, so the men couldn’t find her anymore. And she had just completed the move, and settled into her new apartment, when she realised she had to let all her partners know where she was, because she’d been gone so long, so, shaking with defeat and humiliation, she dug out the numbers of every man who had used her, one by one, and sent them her new address, along with an invitation to come visit…
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