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It’s not mentioned in the actual story but it’s very important for the plot so incase you didn’t read the summary I’m going to say it again lol. He wears a weak dose of fear toxin as his cologne.

“How are you feeling today?” He asked as he walked in and sat down across from you, putting his briefcase at his feet. 

“Better.” You said with a small smile. After only a moment though, your heart started beating harder and faster, and your breathing picked up. You swallowed thickly and cleared your throat before adding, “I- I think.”

“You think?” His voice sent a shiver through your body. You weren’t sure if he was purposely trying to sound threatening, but that’s how you heard it. 

“I…” You couldn’t look at him as your stomach started churning. 

“Please look at me when I'm talking to you.” He sighed, making your gaze snap back to him. “We won’t get anywhere if you continue to overreact to even the simplest questions.” 

“I know— I know. I’m sorry.” You started bouncing your leg incessantly, trying to get rid of some of the nerves you were feeling. “H-how are you?” You asked in return to his original question. 

“Always so polite.” He said with an amused smile. “Why is that?”

“I don’t know… That’s just how I was raised I guess.” You shrugged, not having a better answer for him. 

“It has nothing to do with how terrified you are of upsetting me?” He asked curiously, tilting his head as he looked you up and down. 

“I- I’m not…” You cleared your throat and wiped your sweaty palms on your pants. “I was just… taught to respect people with more authority than me.” You said nervously. But it was true. You were always taught to show respect to people above you no matter what, especially if they were older than you. 

“I see. And you feel I have power over you right now?” 

“Yes.” You said quietly. Doesn’t he always?

“Well I don’t want you to fear me. These sessions are pointless if you can’t be completely open and honest with me.” You looked away from him again and swallowed the lump in your throat. “I promise you, nothing you say will upset me. I just want you to be truthful with me… So I can help you to the best of my ability. Do you understand?”

“Yes..” 

“Good.” He paused, seemingly coming up with the next topic of conversation. “You’re still having nightmares?” Your blood ran cold and your heart was almost starting to hurt with how hard it was beating. And all just because of a reminder of it. 

“Yes.” You whispered. 

“The same ones? Or something different.” 

“The same… But I noticed that they tend to happen more after our sessions than on days where I don’t see you…”

“Yes, that’d make sense. Since we talk about it, it’s only natural your brain would be thinking about it more.” 

“Right. Yeah— You’re right.” You said through a breath. 

“May I see your hand?” He suddenly asked, making you stiffen. 

“What?”

“Your hand.” He held out his own, waiting for you to place yours on top. With a shaky breath, you wiped your hand on your pants again, then placed it on his open palm. He turned it over so your palm was against his, then let out a quiet hum. Before you could ask what that meant, he grabbed your wrist and held your hand up, watching it tremble. He released you and you placed it back in your lap. 

“Why are you so scared?” 

“It… it's probably just because I started thinking about the nightmares.” That was the only explanation that made sense. It’s not like you’d be scared for no reason.

“Really? What were you thinking about?” You froze and looked away from him, trying to recall, but you never actually thought about them, more so just… remembered them. 

“I… I’m not sure.” You said absentmindedly, still trying to figure it out. He sighed quietly and took off his glasses, examining you closely. 

“I like to think that we’ve grown a bit closer since our first session. Wouldn’t you?” All you could do was nod wordlessly. “Almost like we’re more than just doctor and patient… Do you feel that way as well?” 

“I- I think so.” You said quietly. It was hard to tell right now. 

“Which is why I think we can try something that might work better for you.” He stood up and dragged his chair around the table, the loud screeching sound making you flinch. He sat down next to you and you waited nervously for what was next. 

“I think… if your brain is half focused on something else— something pleasurable…” he placed his hand on your thigh and leaned closer to you, “then you might be able to talk freely about what’s troubling you. What do you think?” Your chest was heaving as you stared at him with wide eyes, not able to respond. It felt like your throat was closing up and the speed at which your heart was beating made it feel like his hand was on your chest instead of your thigh, pushing down as hard as he could.       

“Is something wrong?” He asked once he noticed your reaction. 

“I-” You choked out, not able to say anything else. 

“Hm?” He waited, giving you a chance to respond. When you didn’t, he sighed. “As your doctor, if you’re in a state that leaves you unable to think or communicate clearly, it is my responsibility to do what I think is best.” His hand started snaking up your thigh, moving toward the center as it climbed higher. His touch was burning a trail on your skin and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. 

“Just relax. You want to actually make some progress, don’t you?” You gave him the tiniest nod, unable to do anything else. “Good girl. If you can control your emotions, then we can talk like civilized people, but for now, we’re going to have to try this.” You weren't even sure what exactly was making you feel this way, but you trusted Dr. Crane. He would only do what’s best for you. 

“Take off your pants.” He suddenly ordered, making your body go completely rigid. “I won’t repeat myself.” He warned and you immediately scrambled to take them off. Once they were on the floor, he grabbed your hips and guided you so that you were straddling his thighs, sitting on his lap. “Now, this might be a bit overwhelming for you, so I don’t mind if you need to keep your face buried against my chest or neck. Like this,” he gently grabbed the back of your head and pulled you into him, “see?” 

“Thank you.” You whispered, bringing your hands up the grab at his suit jacket. It felt like your entire body was trembling now. “Dr. Crane, I- I don’t feel very good.”

“Shh. Your body’s just excited. That’s why your heart is racing and your breathing is shallow.” He explained calmly. You’ve never felt this ‘excited’ before in your life. “Are you going to let me do my job now?” You nodded, burying your face into the crook of his neck to comfort yourself. “Thank you.” His hands started dragging up and down your thighs, just getting you used to his touch, but all it was doing was making you more anxious. His fingertips felt like claws on your hypersensitive body, but when you looked down, you saw no marks left behind. 

“I know you’re excited but you need to try and calm down.” He said calmly. “Take a deep breath through your nose, then out through your mouth.” You complied, though it wasn’t nearly as slow as he actually wanted. But it was an improvement. “Again. Deeper.” You inhaled again, trying to let the smell and warmth of his body soothe you. But it was like the deep breaths were making everything worse. 

“Dr. Crane, it’s not— I…” He sighed and your stomach churned when you realized he was disappointed in you. “No- I’m sorry. I’ll try again. I’ll keep trying.” You rushed out, taking more deep breaths. 

“That’s a good girl. Nice and slow.” His hands snaked up your thighs to your hips, then up the sides of your body, under your shirt. 

“W-what are you doing?” You choked out, when he dragged his hands up even more until he was touching your breasts. 

“Just feeling your heartbeat.” He explained. You gasped when he gently squeezed your breasts, groping them in a way that made your entire body feel hot. 

“Dr. Crane?” You whimpered and he shushed you. So you clung to his suit jacket and buried your face into the crook of his neck even more, seeking comfort. 

“I’ll need to remove your shirt. It’s obstructing my examination.” You hesitantly agreed and he pulled it over your head, then guided you back into the same position, now only in a pair of panties. “Deep breaths.” He reminded you as he continued. He only groped you for a few seconds before focusing his attention on your nipples. You let out a strangled moan when he gently pinched, rolling them between his fingers. You’ve never been overly sensitive there before, but right now, just the barest touch sent a shock through your body. 

“Your heart is racing.” He commented, flattening his hands on your chest and sliding them down your stomach. He reached your hips and gripped them tightly, then pulled them forward to grind your clothed heat on his bulge. You gasped at the sudden movement and when you felt the obvious sign of his arousal. 

“When’s the last time you’ve been fucked?” His tone remained the same; clinical, unemotional. It took you a moment to register his question, but once you did, a blush took over your face. “You’ve been a patient here for a few months now so I’m assuming at least a few months ago?” All the work you did to calm your breathing was gone in an instant. Words couldn’t form in your mouth, so you just nodded against his chest. “How long before that?” 

“I… I don’t remember.” You choked out, finally able to speak. 

“Poor thing. It’s been that long since you’ve been filled?” He cooed with faux sympathy. 

“Dr. Crane.” You sobbed, fisting his suit even tighter to ground yourself. He was still guiding your hips and you started to feel arousal pooling in your stomach. 

“Is that why you’re not making any progress? Your cunt’s been craving a cock so bad, you can’t even think?” You whined and started moving your hips on your own now, desperate for more. “Yeah I think that is the reason. You’re in your prime child bearing years, it’s only natural you’d be longing to breed.” You let out a strangled moan, feeling both humiliated and aroused by his words. “A few more sessions like this and you might actually be able to use that pretty little head of yours again.” 

“Please,” You whined, tears of desperation brimming in your eyes. Your heart was still pounding and your breathing was still shallow, but it started feeling different. Before, you weren’t sure what the cause was, but now you know it’s arousal. At least it mostly is. He suddenly gripped your chin and pulled your head so your face was only inches from his. As his eyes trailed all over your face, taking you in, he hummed in thought, still staring at you with his piercing gaze. 

“Misattribution of arousal truly is a fascinating subject.” He smiled. You had no idea what that meant. “Take off your underwear.” He suddenly ordered, making your eyes widen. When he stared at you, giving you a warning gaze, you scrambled off his lap to remove them. He started unbuckling his belt, then opening his pants. When he took out his cock, your breath caught in your throat. Where is that supposed to fit?

“Sit.” You tentatively got on his lap again. He sat back in the metal chair a little, dragging his eyes down your body. “Put it in.” You swallowed and looked between his face and his length, feeling your heart start pounding even harder. “Now.” Biting your trembling lip, you grabbed his cock and put it at the right angle, then slowly and apprehensively lowered yourself onto it. You whimpered when he first breached your opening, immediately feeling the burn of the stretch. 

“You won’t like it if I have to take over so I suggest you do better than this.” He warned and you whined in response, but forced yourself down lower. 

“It hurts, Dr. Crane.” You whimpered, hoping for sympathy from the cold, apathetic doctor. 

“Enough.” He growled, grabbing your hips and lifting you off of him. He stood and spun you around to push your torso onto the cold metal table with a hand on the back of your neck. Holding you down firmly, he pushed his cock back in, this time going all the way. You cried out and scrambled for purchase on the table as he immediately started thrusting. 

“W-wait, Dr. Crane..” You choked out, the burning stretch bringing tears to your eyes. Not bothering with replying, he removed the hand from your neck and you heard clothes rustling, then he was putting his tie between your lips and wrapping it around your head to secure it. Almost instantly those feelings flared up again. Your chest heaved as you panted, trying to ignore how much it was hurting from your heart beating so fast and hard. 

He put his hand on your head this time, forcing your cheek onto the cold metal as he held you down and started moving faster. You sobbed out a moan and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on calming down but everything was just so much. 

“Is this what you needed? Have you been playing the role of the dumb little patient this whole time just to get me to fuck you?” You tried to shake your head, but you couldn’t move it under his hand. “I can feel you pulsing around my cock. Is it really that good?” The way he was mocking you had you squeezing your thighs together, but he couldn’t have that. He lifted one of your legs and placed it on the table, keeping you from getting any real stimulation on your clit besides his balls smacking against it with every thrust. 

“Please!” You cried, the word being muffled by the tie. 

“I know. You’re probably so eager to come right now, aren’t you?” You did your best to nod, despite him holding you down. “Is the thought of finally getting bred making you all needy?” He asked condescendingly and you let out a strangled whimper. “Should I let you come on my cock?” 

“Yes!” You yelled, trying to make it sound coherent through the gag. He released your head and grabbed your shoulders, starting a brutal pace that made you almost scream from the intensity. The table was screeching against the floor with each thrust and you could start to hear his quiet grunts as he neared his orgasm.

“Go ahead then. Show me how needy this pathetic little cunt is for my cock.” He said and, despite the degrading words, you almost cried in relief. You’ve only made yourself come maybe a handful of times since being admitted to Arkham, so it did not take much longer for you to get there. You all but screamed around the gag when it hit you, making your legs turn to jelly. His thrusts didn’t even waiver, but you could hear groans coming from him. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through you, so intense that it bordered on painful. 

When it was finally done, you sagged into the table, but your body immediately went stiff when the overstimulation kicked in. You cried out and squirmed, trying to escape it, so he grabbed your hair and yanked you up, wrapping his other arm around your stomach. 

“I know.” He pulled your head back until it was resting on his shoulder, then turned it so your face was up against his neck. “Just breathe through it.” But you couldn’t. Everything was just too much. You sobbed loudly and buried your face in the crook of his neck as he fucked you, moving both hands down to grab your hips. 

“Just be a good girl and take it. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be fucked and bred like a bitch in heat.” You let out a strangled sob at the degrading words. “No… It’s what you needed.” He growled, making you whimper. “Don’t worry, we’re going to keep doing this until I finally fuck a baby into you. Maybe then you’ll be less cock hungry. But we’ll probably have to keep this up while you’re pregnant because of all the hormones.” After your orgasm, everything your body was going through started to feel like it was from fear again, rather than arousal. His words were making you spiral into overthinking. You can’t have a baby yet— you’re too young. And also there’s the fact that you’re in an asylum… 

“And I think… I might make you my little lab rat. You respond so well to such a small dose, I’m eager to see how you’ll react to something more potent.” Now you were truly confused, but you were also too fucked out and overstimulated to try and understand. “God— that’ll be a fucking sight.” He choked out, rutting into you more frantically. Tears started streaming down your cheeks as he kept fucking you, getting more painful with every thrust. But based on the way his sounds kept getting louder, you knew it’d be over any second now.  

You cried out when he roughly snapped his hips into you and stayed there, wrapping his arms around your torso to keep you close and letting out a low groan. His hips bucked forward with every spurt of come that left his cock, despite the fact that he was already completely inside, pressed up against your cervix uncomfortably. Even after his orgasm ended, he remained buried inside you, keeping you plugged up for now.  

“That’s better, isn’t it? Now you’re nice and full.” He spoke softly, turning his head to kiss your neck as his hand rubbed over your lower stomach. “Mm… I can’t wait to see your belly all big and round— your tits swollen with milk. You’re going to look so beautiful.” Even though everything calmed down, you still felt anxious and scared. “And I’m sure once that kid is out, you’ll go back to being a brainless little bitch in heat so I’ll have to fuck another one into you.” You let out a weak sound, unable to do anything else. Your whole body was shaking. With how you were currently feeling, his words sounded like a threat. 

“Still can’t use that pretty head?” He asked curiously. You didn’t answer, but it didn’t seem like he expected you to. “You must need more, then.” You whined at the thought. He gently pushed your torso back onto the table and you hissed in pain when he dragged his cock out. When his come trickled out, he cursed under his breath. Using his thumbs, he spread your puffy, abused folds, giving him a better view of your gaping hole. You flinched when he used his fingers to scoop up his come and push it back in. “Lucky for you, I cleared the rest of my schedule today just for this session, so I can keep giving you load after load until you drain my balls completely. Maybe then you’ll actually be able to fucking think.” 

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Dr. Crane has been your psychiatrist for several months now. Ever since your first session, you’ve been completely smitten and you were never shy about showing it. At first he was uncomfortable with your forwardness and flirty behavior, but he quickly learned to just ignore it… and most of the time he’s successful. But every once in a while you’ll say something particularly bold and he’ll reprimand you with a blush. 

Today was no different. You were brought to the usual room where your sessions take place and you waited eagerly for him to arrive. When the door finally opened and he walked in, you perked up, a giddy smile making its way on your face. 

“How are you today?” He asked as he set down his things, then sat across from you. 

“Better now that you’re here.” You put your elbow on the table and rested your chin on your hand, staring up at him through your lashes. “How are you?”

“Busy. Shall we get started?” The dismissal was not lost on you… but you’ve never been one to cooperate. 

“You sound stressed, doctor. Maybe I can help you relax?” You purred, slowly extending your leg to brush your foot over his shin, sliding it up. He pushed your foot back down, then moved his chair back a little as he cleared his throat.

“Behave.” He warned, making your lips curl up into a smirk.

“For you? Always.” He scoffed at that, but he can’t blame you for not behaving. Not when it’s not even your fault. “It’s not my fault I act like this.” You said defensively.

“No?”  

“I wouldn’t be so needy if you’d just help me out every once in a while.” You whined, giving him puppy dog eyes. 

“I’m sure you’re perfectly capable of taking care of that yourself.” 

“I don’t like doing it myself, it’s not the same. Need you, doctor.” Your gaze shifted to his lips before settling on his hands, examining the veins leading up into his arms, covered by his suit. You wished the table wasn’t here so you could see all of him though. 

“Need your cock.” You suddenly looked at his eyes again and the only indication you got that he was affected by your words was the slight bob of his throat as he swallowed. “Please, Dr. Crane.” You pouted, leaning forward a little, wishing your top was lower to help you out. 

“If you need to be fucked so bad, you shouldn’t have killed four people and gotten yourself stuck in here.” He said, sounding almost bored. 

“I didn’t kill people, I killed men.” You said, now much more annoyed, but quickly brought your tone back to something sweeter. “And I guess I just thought at least one hot guy in here would be willing to fuck me. I didn’t plan on having my options completely limited to you.” 

“How are they limited?” 

“Because I don’t want anyone else! I just want you. And I can tell you feel the same, you’re just too obsessed with your job to act on it.” You frowned. He took in a deep breath through his nose and looked away from you as he thought. 

“Come here.” He suddenly said, leaning forward while beckoning you to do the same. Once you were leaned over the table slightly, you let your eyes fall to his lips as you waited for his next move. “My job isn't the issue. It’s the fact that you’re a criminally insane little girl.” He said lowly, making you press your thighs together as you squirmed. 

“I'm 20.” You defended weakly. 

“Exactly. I was already a legal adult when you were born.” 

“So? That just makes it hotter.” You said quietly, then bit your lip, staring up at him with wide, innocent eyes. He didn’t respond and you tried not to shrink under his gaze. After another moment you sighed and leaned back, his eyes following every movement carefully. When you pushed your chair back, he stiffened. 

“What are you doing?” You slid down the chair to the floor, then crawled under the table. He started moving his chair back so you grabbed the legs to keep it in place. Because of his attempt to get away from you, you now had enough room to get out from under the table, but the space between it and the chair was small enough that your shoulders pressed against his spread legs. 

“Please? I need your cock, Dr. Crane.” You pouted, placing your hands on his thighs and snaking them up. “I’ve been thinking about it every day for months. Please let me have a taste.” You did your best to hide your smirk as you stared up at him through your lashes. When you suddenly leaned forward and started mouthing at his cock through his clothing, he roughly grabbed your hair, making you whine and work even harder. 

“Insatiable little slut.” He spat, wrenching your head back uncomfortably so that you were looking up at him again. Since you couldn’t use your mouth, you placed a hand on his bulge, making his grip on your hair tighten. You couldn’t help the open-mouthed smile that crept up on your face at the rough treatment. That seemed to only make him angrier though. 

“Hands behind your back.” He ordered. You smirked and glanced down at your hand on his bulge, debating if you wanted to be a brat or not. When his grip got impossibly tighter, you released him and placed your hands behind yourself. You had a feeling that he would end up giving you what you want. 

“You go a few months without it and turn into a cock hungry whore,” You moaned and squeezed your thighs together, looking up at him with a glint in your eyes. “Like a fucking bitch in heat.” He spat. 

“Please, Dr. Crane.” You said through a moan. “Please, I need it.” Your gaze shifted between his face and his crotch hungrily. 

“Stop talking.” He hissed. 

“If you want me to shut up, you know what to do.” You smirked at him and he clenched his jaw, letting out a heavy breath through his nose. He seemed to be debating what to do— torn between not wanting to give you what you want and finally shutting you up. 

“Take it out.” He ordered. You don’t think your hands have ever moved faster. They immediately shot out and started working on his belt, then the button, and finally the zipper. When his cock was finally free, you let out a low moan and tried to lean forward, but he stopped you with the hand in your hair. “Hands behind your back.” You whined but obeyed and he pulled you closer, using his free hand to fist his cock. You could smell him now and you knew that he could feel your panting breaths with how close you were. 

“Please.” You mewled, shuffling closer. 

“Move your hands and we’re done. Understand?” He warned. You didn’t know if he meant done right now, or done for good and you’ll be assigned to someone else, but both options sounded terrible. 

“Yes, doctor.” You stared up at him through your lashes with wide, innocent eyes, silently pleading him to give you what you want. 

He relented and pulled your head down as your mouth fell open, eagerly anticipating what you’ve been craving since you first arrived here. When you finally wrapped your lips around the tip, you moaned loudly at the taste and let your eyes flutter shut. You flicked your tongue over it, lapping up what little precum there was, then tried to swallow him down deeper. He stopped you with the hand in your hair and you let out a long, needy whine. 

“Don’t be a brat.” You blushed at the tone he used to scold you, feeling like a child. You obeyed with a pout and mouthed at the tip of his cock, clasping your hands together so they wouldn’t subconsciously move from your back. 

He started pushing you down, then back up, agonizingly slow. When you looked up at him again, he cursed under his breath and started moving you a little faster. You hollowed your cheeks and pressed your tongue against the underside of his cock, trying hard to impress him and earn his praise. But all you got was a soft sigh. 

You whined, wanting to pull off so you could beg for more. He just shushed you and kept up the slow pace of shallow thrusts. 

“Please.” You tried to say around him, the word coming out garbled and almost incoherent. 

“What, this isn’t enough for you?” He suddenly pulled you off and you panted as you caught your breath. 

“Fuck my throat.” You gasped out, cheeks heating up. “Please.” You added so it didn’t seem like a demand. He pushed you back down, resuming the original pace. 

“I’m surprised it took murder for them to put you in here. I would’ve thought it’d be nymphomania.” You moaned at the subtle degradation and squeezed your thighs together, aching to reach a hand between your legs. He finally sped up, but kept his thrusts shallow, barely even brushing the back of your mouth. Hollowing your cheeks, you sucked harder, trying to make it even better. “That’s it… Put that mouth to good use for once.” You didn’t let the insult deter you. 

He suddenly forced you all the way down and you choked, not expecting it. Holding your hair tight enough to make your head throb, he kept you there, his cock buried so deep that your nose was against his pelvis. With the lack of air and the pressure on your gag reflex, your eyes were watering and you looked up at him with a muffled whimper, making him curse under his breath. 

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna cry? I thought you wanted this?” He sneered, making you whine. He pulled you back until just the tip was in your mouth and let you take in a deep breath before shoving you back down. Rather than holding you there, he started bobbing your head up and down his cock, breaching your throat barrier each time. You couldn’t help the way you gagged and choked, but you didn’t dare try to pull away. 

“I thought a whore like yourself would’ve been good at this.” He said, disappointed. Your brows furrowed, not able to express your frown any other way. When he removed his hands, your expression turned into one of confusion. “Go ahead, nympho. Prove that you deserve to suck my cock.” You moaned around him, but quickly stepped up to the challenge. 

You were moving much slower than he was, choking each time you forced yourself all the way down, but determined not to give up. When you looked up at him, he almost seemed bored as he watched you. You pulled off and he raised his brows in a silent question. 

“Can I please use my hands?” You asked quietly, voice already hoarse. 

“No.” With a pout, you shuffled closer and leaned down, this time aiming for his balls. His spit soaked cock rested on your face, furthering your humiliation and arousal. You licked at them before sucking one into your mouth, making him let out a pleased sigh. You worked it over in your mouth for a few seconds before moving to the other one to do the same. 

You licked up along the underside of his cock with a small smirk— he was practically pulsing because of how hard he was. When you reached the tip, you licked up the precum with a low moan, then took him back in your mouth, immediately going all the way down. 

He let you control the pace for a few more thrusts before grabbing your hair again and speeding up. When he let out a low groan, you quickly looked up to see his face, finding him with his lips slightly parted and his eyes half lidded and he stared down at you. He forced you all the way down, then held you there, and you whimpered around him, trying to control your gag reflex. 

“Lick my balls.” You furrowed your brows, still looking up at him, and he all but rolled his eyes. “Fucking lick them.” He spat, jerking your head down even though your lips were already at the base. You stuck your tongue out and tried to obey, making him groan. 

“There you go…” He placed both hands on the sides of your head for a better grip, then started roughly pulling you up and down. You choked and sputtered, but his grip was unmoving. “Fuck— Keep this up and I might just let this happen again.” He said through a breath, making your stomach flutter at the thought. 

He continued using your mouth practically as a fleshlight, ignoring your gagging and muffled sounds, focusing solely on his orgasm. After what felt like minutes but was probably just seconds, you felt your body start to try and pull away from the brutal attack on your throat. Even though your mind didn’t want you to, your body was panicking. His moans grew louder and you begged your body to endure just a little longer, needing him to come down your throat. 

“Stop fucking fighting it, bitch. You wanted this, so take it.” He growled, moving you faster and pushing you down harder. Your eyes burned with tears and it wasn’t long before they started falling, making him even more frenzied and desperate. His hips were bucking into you now as he forced your head up and down his cock, barely pulling you back more than halfway. 

After only a few more thrusts, he forced you all the way down with a low groan, using both hands to keep you there with your nose buried in his pelvis. His hips would occasionally buck into you as he rode out his orgasm. You moaned at the feeling of his come hitting your throat, but wished you could taste him too. Once his cock stopped twitching and his sounds died down, he finally loosened his grip enough to let you pull back and you coughed almost violently as he panted. 

“Satisfied?” He asked through a breath, looking down at you. 

“For now.” You smirked, but batted your eyes at him innocently. He released your hair and you frowned, but didn’t protest any further. 

“Clean it.” He ordered and you eagerly dove back in to lick at his softening cock. You were more just enjoying tasting him rather than cleaning up all of your spit… which he seemed to notice. “I said, clean it.” You looked up at him, but when you were met with a warning glare, you just huffed and did as he said, licking his cock and balls to clean him as much as possible. “Put it back now.” Despite the fact that you wanted nothing more than to do the opposite, you tucked his softening cock back in his pants and fastened them before buckling his belt. 

“Good.” Your heart practically stopped at the sudden praise. “Sit back down.” You frowned, but obeyed, waiting for the next command. “Trust that if you touch yourself before our next session, I will know, and I will have someone else take over as your psychiatrist. Do you understand?” Your frown deepened as a needy whine left you and he raised his brows in response, challenging you, making you huff. 

“Yes..” You muttered, looking at the table as you slouched in your chair, sulking. The next few days are going to be absolute torture. 

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I want to make it clear that while Jon doesn’t assault reader, rape is talked about heavily. Reminder: I’m not responsible for the content you choose to view.

“I prefer to record my sessions rather than take notes so I can give you my undivided attention. Is that okay with you?”

“Yes.” You said quietly. 

“Good.” He pushed a button on the tape recorder, then set it on his desk. “Why don’t you tell me a little bit about the incident? You can start with the end because I'm rather curious to hear from you directly what got you put in here.” He smiled, watching your leg bounce incessantly as you picked at your nails. 

“Um— okay…” You swallowed audibly and looked down. “When it was— when it was over, I tried running away.” You started, letting out a shaky breath. “He ran after me and tackled me to the ground… I landed on a big rock, that’s what,” you paused and lifted your hand to gesture at a healing cut on your forehead, “this is.” He nodded, waiting for you to continue. 

“Go on.” He said softly, trying to comfort you. 

“I don’t,” you cleared your throat and shifted uncomfortably in your seat, “It’s a little spotty, my memory of this, but I grabbed the rock and hit him with it, making him roll off of me.” He noticed that your hands were trembling as you stared at them. “And then I— I just… started hitting him. I couldn’t stop.” Your voice trembled as you spoke. When you paused, you took a deep breath, trying to collect yourself. “There was a cop who was on duty at the park I guess… and he stopped me, but—”

“By then it was too late.” He finished for you and you nodded as you closed your eyes. 

“I didn’t— I didn’t mean to… I just,”

“I know.” He said with a warm smile. “That’s why you’re here with me, instead of in prison.” You nodded and sniffled, so he pushed a tissue box toward you on his desk. He waited until you were a little calmer before continuing. “I need you to walk me through what happened before that. I know it will be hard, but I only want to help you.” 

“Okay— okay, I know. I trust you.” You said shakily, making him smile. “Um… My friend and I were at the park for a few hours. When it was getting dark, we decided to go home, but we live in opposite directions so I had to go alone.” He nodded, patiently waiting for you to keep talking. “I don’t.. I don’t really know where he came from or how it happened. It felt like one second I was walking and the next I was on the ground a few feet away from the path.” 

“Was it completely dark out by that time?” He asked curiously. 

“N-no. The sun was just starting to set.” He nodded and motioned for you to continue. “He, um… I was on my back and he- he opened his pants then just…” You trailed off, letting out a shaky breath. His cock was already fattening up at just the thought of what you were about to say. 

“I know it’s hard, but in order for me to help you to the best of my ability, I need to know exactly what happened. You have to be very specific.” You bit your lip and nodded in agreement. 

“I tried screaming and pushing him away, but he covered my mouth. And when I bit his hand, he punched me. I remember my vision getting blurry, then just… pain.” You whispered, crying silently. He reached under his desk and unzipped his pants, pulling his already hard cock out without unbuckling his belt or doing anything else that would make too much noise. He stroked himself slowly, watching the way your bottom lip wobbled as tears rolled down your cheeks. 

“Be specific.” He urged gently— well, as gently as he could with his dick in his hand. 

“It— it burned and it felt like I was being… ripped open.” You whimpered. “When I screamed, he covered my mouth again, but I didn’t try to bite him that time.” He let out a quiet breath and dragged his thumb over the tip, smearing the bead of precum. “He pulled my dress and bra down and started… grabbing me there.” 

“You mean your breasts.” His voice was already thick with arousal and you nodded wordlessly. 

“All of it just.. it hurt so badly.” You whispered. “I couldn’t do anything but… lay there and cry.” The shame you felt about how you handled the situation would’ve been obvious to anyone. 

“He was bigger than you? You couldn’t fight him off?” 

“I've never been very strong and he was putting most of his weight on me to hold me down.” You said quietly. 

“I see… And what happened after that?” He started stroking himself faster, imagining forcing you to the ground, making you tell him all of your trauma while he held you down and raped you again. 

“He said.. upsetting things, and I just cried harder. I didn’t know what else to do.” 

“What did he say to you?” He asked eagerly. 

“He called me a w-whore for the dress I was wearing. And said that I was asking for it.” You trailed off into another sob and he bit his lips to stifle any sounds. “He said that I deserved it.” 

“Did you?” You finally looked at him when he asked that. 

“What?” Your voice was breathy and strained. 

“Did you deserve it? Were you dressed like a whore, tempting him?” Your brows scrunched together and more tears filled your eyes. 

“I— It was just a normal sundress.” 

“You weren’t wearing anything else?” He wanted a very clear picture of the scene so he could see it more vividly when he replaced that man with himself. 

“No, but— it almost went down to my knees and…” He almost laughed at the way you were trying so desperately to prove yourself to him. Instead, he gave you a warm smile and shushed you softly. 

“Relax, I believe you.” He cooed. “Please continue.” 

“Um… he kept doing it for a while— I don’t really know how long. Then he called me a… a dumb- cunt,” you closed your eyes again and tried to keep your breathing steady, “and said he was going to… breed me. That I was just asking to be knocked up.” Jonathan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he reclined in his chair a little. 

“And,” he had to clear his throat when he heard how raspy it was, “what did you do after that?” 

“I tried begging him not to and screaming because I…” 

“You’re not on birth control. Yes, I remember seeing that in your medical history file.” You nodded in response. 

“But he didn’t listen.” You whispered. He couldn’t believe that man was stupid enough to cover your mouth. Jonathan wanted nothing more than to listen to you cry and beg him not to come deep in your fucking womb— breed you properly the way a dumb whore deserves.

“Did you start fighting again? Or were you still just laying under him.” 

“I tried.” You said through a small whimper. “I tried pushing him away and getting out from under him, but I just— I felt trapped with how he was laying on me.” 

“Are you claustrophobic?” 

“I- I don’t know. I didn’t think I was…” You said, unsure, and he hummed in acknowledgment, but it was more of a quiet moan. You’d look so adorable underneath him, trying to squirm out of his grip and crawl away, free yourself from his assault. “Keep going. You’re doing so well.” He was already getting close. 

“He started moving faster and harder, which just made it hurt even more. But after another few minutes of that, he— he finished…” 

“Tell me about that. What did it feel like? What emotions did it invoke?” He practically begged, stroking himself even faster. 

“I felt disgusted because of the way his breath felt on my neck and how his body felt pressed against mine… I felt.. scared because I’ve never had to deal with the consequences of this— I didn’t know what I should do after. But I also felt… relieved? Because I knew it was almost over.” 

“You always use protection?” 

“Yes.” He tried not to scoff at that. If he was your boyfriend and you were selfish enough to deny him that pleasure, he’d either break up with you or start raping you raw. 

“This was the first time a man has ever ejactulated inside?” You nodded with a dark blush. “How did that feel? Physically I mean.” 

“Um, I… I don’t really know how to describe it.” You said, almost sheepishly. 

“That’s okay. Why don’t you tell me what he did after that?” 

“When I stopped screaming, he took his hand off my mouth. Then he pulled out and stood up to start buttoning his pants again. That was when I ran.” Of course this man was pathetic enough that he couldn’t even be bothered to properly enjoy his efforts. Jonathan wanted to push your legs open, see how puffy and abused your little pussy would look… and he wanted to watch his come leak out of you. He’d have it no other way. 

“Why risk running? If you thought he was finished, why not wait for him to leave?”

“I just— I panicked. I didn’t… I wasn’t sure what else to do.” He nodded, thinking of what he was going to say next. 

“So. You were raped violently in the middle of the park in almost broad daylight, then you beat a man to death with a rock. Which do you think was more painful for you?” You stared at him in shock, clearly not expecting him to be so blunt. “I understand it is a hard question, but I need to know. It will help me figure out how to treat you.” He said calmly. 

“I-I’m not scared that I’ll… do that again. But I am scared that it will happen to me again.” You whispered, unable to say the words. 

“You’re scared you’ll be raped again, you mean.” You nodded and he could feel himself nearing the edge. He just needed one final push. “Are you finding it hard to trust people now? Men in particular.” 

“Yes.” 

“But you trust me.” He pointed out, watching you stiffen as panic flooded your body. “That’s the thing about rape, most of the time, it’s not a stranger in a park. It’s usually someone you trust; a friend, coworker, classmate, doctor, etc. It could even be a family member that you trust.” You swallowed audibly, keeping your eyes on your lap. “How do you think you’ll react when it happens again?” Not if… When.

“Um… I- I don’t…” You cleared your throat, getting even more uncomfortable and scared. 

“Will you handle it better? Or will you snap and kill again.” 

“I didn’t mean to,” You whimpered. 

“I know. Don’t worry, I know.” He cooed sympathetically, but his voice was getting noticeably breathy now. “However, we don’t know whether or not you’ll be raped again. I must consider the fact that it led you to kill a man when deciding how to proceed.” He could see that you were trying to find the words, but couldn’t figure out how to respond. “That’s why I need to know if you think you’ll handle it better the second time.” He explained. 

“I- I’m…” You swallowed and let out a shaky breath. He stared at you for a moment, then his eyes narrowed and his lips curled into a smile. 

“Oh I see. You don’t think it will happen again do you?” He tried not to laugh. “You think now that you’re part of the statistic, you’re safe from it happening again… Unfortunately, most rape victims will be assaulted more than once— more than twice, even. So it’s only a matter of time.” He didn’t know shit about rape statistics, but it was making you cry more and that’s all that mattered. 

“Dr. Crane…” You whimpered, tears rolling down your cheeks. It took everything he had to swallow down the moan that almost escaped when you said his name like that. 

“Hm?” He stroked himself impossibly faster, if you weren’t such a mess you would’ve noticed the movement of his arm by now. “Will you cry like you’re doing now? Will you beg, plead, and scream to not get pregnant with your rapist’s child again?” He doesn’t know if you’re pregnant right now, but he’s pretty sure you didn’t pick up a morning after pill on your way to the police station. He’ll be sure to give you one to deem otherwise though. If you’re going to get knocked up, it won’t be from anyone other than himself.  

“Or will you lay nice and quiet like a good little girl, and just take it.” Even though he liked the thought of you screaming for him to stop, he also liked the idea of you being so broken that you just let it happen. “Because we both know you’re too weak to fight back, so that’s not even an option.” He said amusedly. Your body was shaking almost violently now— you were obviously having a stress response, but it just made his cock throb even more. 

“If you refuse to answer, I’ll have no choice but to have you transferred to prison instead.” He warned and you let out a choked sob in response. 

“First.” You whispered, so quiet that he almost didn’t hear it.

“Speak up.” He snapped, enjoying the way you flinched. 

“The first!” You sobbed out. “The first one.”

“What about the first one?” You cried harder, still looking at your lap. 

“I- I’d cry. And… and beg.”

“Really? Show me how you’d beg.” He smirked. When you stayed silent, he continued. “If I don’t know that you can properly beg, how do I know you’re not lying? How do I know you won’t murder a man with your bare hands again?” You let out a strangled sob at his words. 

“P-please..”

“I’m not convinced.” He said plainly. “You have one last try to show me how you’ll beg the next lucky guy who rapes you or I’ll make the call right now to have you transferred.” If you noticed his slip up, you didn’t react to it, which he was grateful for. He does not want to waste time getting your trust back. 

“Please!” You cried out. He couldn’t tell if you were begging him or showing him until you continued. “Please stop— please.” 

“Stop what?”

“Fucking me!” That made him laugh quietly. 

“Use the proper word, darling.” He tried not to sound too patronizing. 

“Please stop r-raping me.” You whimpered. 

“What else? Use the right words on the first try because you don’t have another chance.” He couldn’t wait to play with you like this again while he tormented you. Your teary eyes and whimpering voice were just too pretty. 

“Please don’t… don’t- breed me..” Your words were almost incoherent through all of the crying now. But he wasn’t going to let you stop, not when he was so close. 

“Do better.” He suddenly yelled, making you jump and cry even harder. 

“Please don’t breed me! I- I don’t want to get pregnant, please..” He closed his eyes and let his head drop forward, seconds away from release. 

“Should I make the call?” 

“No! No, I'm sorry! Please don’t,” the words caught in your throat and you let out another sob before sputtering out, “Don’t breed me! Please, I- I don’t want to be pregnant with your child…” You trailed off and started crying even harder. It was so easy to imagine that you were truly begging him to not knock you up right now and he couldn’t wait to listen back to the recording. To hear the fear and desperation in your voice and the way you sobbed.

He groaned quietly, then felt his orgasm finally crash over him. Ropes of come spurted out from his cock, landing on the floor, but he imagined he was deep inside your little cunt right now. Splitting you open on his cock, making you beg him to stop, raping a kid into you. He couldn’t stifle the moan in time when he had that thought, but you were crying hard enough that he’s pretty sure you didn’t even notice. When his orgasm finally faded and his fist slowed to a stop, he caught his breath for a moment, then cleared his throat and sat up in his seat again. 

“That was good. It’ll be a challenge, but I think I can help you.” He smiled, already thinking of a “treatment” plan for you. “Is that what you want? For me to fix your broken little head and make you all better again?” He cooed almost mockingly. You nodded in response. 

“Look at me.” He ordered, waiting to continue until you were staring at him with teary eyes. “Answer verbally.” 

“Yes.” You whispered. 

“Good. While I work out the best treatment for you, I’m going to give you a mild sedative. It will help calm you down and keep you stable.” The closest thing to a vegetative state that is actually reversible, is what he didn’t say. He wanted a chance to see what he was working with and he knew if you were fully conscious you’d never allow him anywhere near your body, no matter how much you trust him. 

“Okay.” You said quietly. 

“I promise you, you’re in very good hands. The only thing I want is to help you.” He smiled, deliberately avoiding details on how he would help, or what his ‘help’ would result in. 

“Thank you.” You spoke through a whimper, making his smile widen into something more sinister. He’s going to have so much fun with his new toy. 

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