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She is back from maternity leave after the birth of her twins, and ready to help. And she's more than familiar with this sort of thing. After all, she's also married to a killer. And has her own fantasies...\n\nMore of a talky one this time, but I had fun with it. I might revisit some of these people again in the future.\n\nEdit: This story is the first use of the tag \"Various Deaths\" on InkBunny. How is that possible!?\n\n- - - - -\n\nA massive thank you to my top tier subscribers:\nSedyna | RoleplayCentral | [iconname]Karmandel[/iconname] | IzzyMouse | The Anons (not a username)", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Another man is having issues, this time dark fantasies and delusions. But, he is seeking help from the lovely therapist doe, Rachel Lefko. She is back from maternity leave after the birth of her twins, and ready to help. And she's more than familiar with this sort of thing. After all, she's also married to a killer. And has her own fantasies...

More of a talky one this time, but I had fun with it. I might revisit some of these people again in the future.

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| IzzyMouse | The Anons (not a username)", "writing": "[center][b][u]Coffee Break Story[/u][/b][/center]\n[center][b]Voicing Dark Thoughts[/b][/center]\n[center]By XP Author[/center]\n\n\"[b]DORIAN![/b]\" The leopard flinched as he heard his name half-screamed from across the office. He looked up to see his manager stomping over to him, the lines on the tigress' face furrowed. Before he could ask what she needed, she suddenly dropped a stack of papers on his desk. \"Can you explain this!?\"\n\nHe looked at the papers. They were reports he had filed a few days ago. \"Um... the sales reports for the last week?\" He gave a sheepish look up at the woman. \"Is something wrong with them, Mary?\"\n\nHer scowl got even more serious. \"WRONG WITH THEM!? Yes something is [b]wrong[/b] with them!\" She put her hands on her hips, looking down her nose at him. \"You filed the R-16b program as 18 cents off in every entry! That's thousands of dollars wrong!\"\n\nHe winced. \"18 cents... must have transposed a number. Sorry. I can-\"\n\n\"You [b]WILL[/b] fix it!\" She crossed her arms over her ample chest. \"Today!\"\n\nHe stared up at her for a long moment. [i]He grabbed one of the pencils off of his desk. Without any warning, he suddenly stood up, ramming the thing into the woman's throat. She opened her mouth to let out a scream, but only a gurgling sound came, blood bubbling up. More of her crimson life poured out of the wound, running down her overpriced business suit. The tigress collapsed onto the floor, writhing about in agony. Her blood-soaked top popped open, no longer able to restrain her big tits as they flopped out. She kicked and struggled as he stood over her, watching her life flow out onto the carpet. Her stocking-clad legs kicked so hard, it sent her ugly high heels flying, her skirt hiking up to reveal she had no panties on. With her bucking hips, she was almost presenting herself, begging him to stuff his cock into her dying cunt as she bled out.[/i]\n\nHe blinked a few times, nodding to the still very much alive woman in front of him. \"Yes. I'll get right on that.\" She grunted and huffed, turning around and sauntering off, having no idea the dark fantasy he just had about ending the horrible woman's life. Not for the first time, either. And not just her. He had those thoughts about almost every woman he came across. He would be talking to them, while in his mind, he saw visions of choking, stabbing, beating, raping, and killing them. He turned back to his computer, saving the project he had been working on and opening the old report. A quick check confirmed he had transposed the two numbers.\n\n\"Man, does she have to be such a bitch about it? It's not even that hard to fix. She could have probably just done it herself.\" Dorian smirked as he heard the voice from the cubicle next door to his. He looked over at Alice, his pretty mouse coworker. [i]He moved over to her, grabbing her by the neck and yanking her out of her chair. Throwing her to the ground, he fell upon her, using claws to rip her shirt open and expose her tits and pudgy belly. She tried to beg him to stop, but he just clamped his jaws on her throat, sinking teeth into her. The blood flowed into his mouth, making him hard. He yanked her skirt up, tore her panties away, then pulled his cock out and plunged it into her, ramming himself as hard as he could while clenching harder on her neck. She let out a pitiful squeak, almost begging him to keep going. He didn't stop until he came into her. As he did, his teeth sank deeper, piercing deep into her neck, biting through into her throat, ensuring she would die feeling his seed pumping into her womb.[/i]\n\nHe shook his head. \"Well, then she wouldn't have the chance to come out here and yell at me.\" He looked back at his computer, doing a quick find/replace command to fix the error. \"I think she gets off on it.\"\n\nAlice laughed. \"Probably. I think it's something managers get taught in training.\"\n\nHe shrugged. \"It's a power trip thing. Most people that make it to manager positions did it by stepping on or using other people to get there. And they're always afraid that everyone else is out to do the same thing, so they want to make sure no one is going to stop on them as they keep trying to climb the ladder higher.\"\n\nThe mouse blinked. \"Wow, that's... did you read that somewhere?\"\n\nHe chuckled. \"Yeah. My therapist gave me some things to read, and I ended up falling down a bit of a hole with some of the psychology things.\"\n\n\"Oh. I didn't know you saw a therapist...\" She smiled. \"Good for you! Gotta look after your mental health.\" She turned back to her own computer. \"Especially here.\" Dorian just nodded. He was happy his friend didn't judge him for it. Though, if she only knew how fragile his mental health really was, she might not be so eager to be his friend anymore...\n\n[center]* * *[/center]\n\n[i]He gripped the young rabbit's dress, ripping it away to expose her body. Shoving her down onto the dirty bus seat, he yanked her legs open, digging claws into her soft thighs as he exposed her pussy. He wasted no time, ramming his cock into her tight pussy, not caring that everyone else on the bus was watching. He slammed his hips against hers over and over, the sound of her sobbing and begging him to stop only making him harder. No one tried to stop him raping the young woman he didn't even know the name of. He didn't care to know her name, either. She was a tight hole for him to fill. And he would fill her, his orgasm building more and more.[/i]\n\nThe bus came to a stop, making an electronic bell sound and snapping him out of his thoughts. He stood up and moved to the front, leaving the young woman he was fantasizing about behind. He got off and turned to his right to keep walking. Eventually, he stepped into one of the buildings and made his way to the elevator. It made a ding as he got to the 9th floor. He eventually got to a big door, with the words 'Dr. Rachel Lefko, PsyD' on it. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.\n\n\"Ah, hello, Mr. Waleski.\" The girlish puma behind the reception desk gave a friendly smile. He reached out and tapped a small clipboard on the desk. \"Please sign in, if you would.\" Dorian nodded, glancing at the clock on the wall to get the time. He was a few minutes early. \"Thanks. Go ahead and have a seat. Dr. Lefko will see you in a moment.\"\n\nHe nodded. \"Thank you, Federico.\" He moved over to the sitting area and picked one of the empty chairs against the wall. He always wondered why there were so many chairs. He never saw anyone else waiting when he got here. A few brightly colored, plastic toys designed for small children were cluttered in one corner, and a disorganized pile of magazines sat on the table in front of the chairs, so people had to be here sometimes. Though maybe that was by design, the therapist making sure no one else was around for him to have... thoughts about.\n\nHe closed his eyes, trying one of the tricks he had read about to calm his mind, maybe get it under control. It didn't really work, but it did help to pass the time. After a few moments, a door opened, and a woman's voice called out in a gentle, but professional tone. \"Dorian?\"\n\nHe opened his eyes and looked up, smiling at the slender doe waiting for him. Though she was slightly less slender since having her twins recently. \"Hello, Doctor.\" He stood up and walked over to her as she motioned for him to follow. He closed the door behind himself and moved to sit in one of the comfortable, stuffed chairs in front of the doctor's ornate desk.\n\nInstead of sitting behind the desk, she instead leaned against the edge. \"How have you been?\"\n\nHe shook his head. \"I'm...\" He let out a sigh. It was counter productive to lie to her. \"Not... all that well, actually.\"\n\nShe nodded slowly. \"You are still having fantasies every time you look at a woman?\" He appreciated that she didn't use the word delusions.\n\nHe nodded. \"Yeah. And they're getting... more vivid.\"\n\n\"Vivid how?\" There was no judgment in her voice.\n\n\"Well, I had a... fantasy... about...\" He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.\n\n\"Take your time.\"\n\nHe nodded. \"I had a fantasy about raping my coworker. Alice. The... the cute mouse I told you about. And in the fantasy, I bit into her neck. And I could... I could taste the blood in my mouth.\" He felt his cock twitch just thinking about it. \"Even now, I can... still remember what it would taste like...\"\n\n\"But you didn't attack her, did you?\"\n\nHe looked up. \"No! No, she's my friend! I-I don't want to hurt her!\" He winced, looking away. \"I mean... I do... want to hurt her. I want to throw her down and bite her and... and fuck her! B-but...\"\n\n\"Your fantasies want to do that. But you don't.\" Rachel shifted a little to stand up straighter. \"It's natural to have subconscious desires that your conscious mind does not. Everyone has those. An urge to do something out of character. Steal something just laying around, punch someone that annoys them, or even harm another person in such an intimate way. You just have to learn to quiet those thoughts, and remember to never give in to those fantasies.\"\n\nHe clenched his fists and his jaw. \"It's... it's getting harder to... hold them back anymore.\"\n\nThere was a pause. Then she spoke in a soft tone. \"Look at me.\" He glanced up, only to look back down again. \"Look at me, Dorian.\" He lifted his head, looking at her fully for the first time today. \"Do you still have fantasies about me?\"\n\n[i]He suddenly lunged out of the chair, grabbing her slender neck with both hands. Her gasp was caught in her throat as he squeezed. He could feel her bones creaking, hear them straining under his tightening grasp. She looked at him with those wide, brown eyes. There was lust in her eyes. He knew about her, and her husband. He was a killer, even posted on D-Gen, and she loved it. She wanted to be snuffed by a big, powerful man. He would do it. He squeezed harder, hearing her neck start to make noises. Her mouth opened, not in a plea for him to stop, but a silent cry of pleasure. Her body started to shudder and shake, unable to hold back her arousal. Her eyes became bloodshot, her face getting red. He squeezed harder, until the bones of her neck started to crack.[/i]\n\n[i]With a crunch, he gave her the death she wanted. She tensed up, only to start shivering and shaking in his grip. She came hard, her cunt spraying her arousal at the same time as she pissed herself. She was still breastfeeding her twins, so her tits started to spray their milk hard. All of it soaked through her clothing, totally ruining her immaculate business suit. He turned her head, breaking her neck even more, making her already trembling body shake and shiver all the more. When he finally let her go, she slumped back across her desk, legs spread wide, inviting him to plunge himself into her messy cunt.[/i]\n\nHe quickly looked away, his eyes casting down to the floor, a look of shame on his face. \"I'll take that as a yes.\"\n\nHe felt his shame and embarrassment grow as surely as his cock was growing hard in his pants. \"S-sorry...\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"Don't be. If anything, I'm flattered.\" She smiled. \"You know I have my own fantasies. Probably not that different from what you just imagined in your mind.\" He nodded. \"But I don't act upon them. I know they are fantasies.\"\n\n\"B-but... what if you did? What if you couldn't... resist anymore?\"\n\nShe tilted he head a little. \"Well, then I'd be leaving my two lovely children without a mother. My husband without a wife. And that thought is enough to keep me from acting upon my darker desires.\"\n\nHe nodded. \"I... I can get that. But... I don't have anything like that.\" He glanced up at her, getting a flash in his mind of his hands around her neck again. He looked away a little. \"What if I couldn't control myself in that moment. What if I had given in and wrung your neck?\"\n\nShe chuckled. \"Then I would have died partially fulfilling a fantasy.\" Her voice got darker. \"And my husband would then hunt you down and tear your flesh from your bones piece by piece.\" Dorian shuddered slightly, but didn't doubt it. \"He's the only one allowed to fulfill that particular fantasy, and only when we both finally choose it. If ever.\"\n\nHe let out a snorted laugh. \"Well, that's a pretty good incentive to never give into that particular delusion.\"\n\n\"Indeed. You just need to find other good reasons to never give in to any of the others.\" She held up her hand, ticking things off on fingers. \"For example, your friend Alice. You would not wish to lose a friend. Someone who you care for, and seems to care for you. You would not want to attack a woman in public, as you would be arrested for it, or worse, publicly beaten by a 'good Samaritan' trying to save her. You would not want to give in, because then you have lost a battle you have been winning for so long. You would be undoing all the progress you've made in the last few years, just to sate one base desire.\"\n\nHe nodded slowly. \"That makes sense...\"\n\nShe smiled. \"Let's change the focus a little. I think we should try and find out why you have such desires. Where it comes from.\"\n\n\"Where it comes from?\" He looked up at her, doing his best to ignore the image that came to his mind again. \"I... I guess... lust?\"\n\nShe shook her head. \"No. That is only a part of it. Most of your thoughts are violent. And always against women. Lust is only a small part of it. It is more about\"\n\n\"Control.\" He nodded as he said the word at the same time she did. He nodded. \"A power trip. Because I feel powerless.\"\n\nShe smiled. \"I see you've been reading the material I recommended. Yes. But why do you feel powerless? Especially around women.\"\n\n\"I... don't know.\" He shook his head. \"I... don't actually feel powerless around most. M-maybe my boss, but...\"\n\n\"And me.\" He gave her a questioning look. \"I'm a successful woman. Confident in her abilities. I have a living husband, and now two children. I am your therapist, someone that encourages you to share your raw and vulnerable side. I have power in this dynamic. So, your mind, your subconscious mind that is, seeks to exert control over that, to dominate me, put me in my place, so to speak.\"\n\n\"And... because you are someone who is so often in power, your fantasy is to have someone take that from you? To take your life as the ultimate removal of your control?\"\n\nShe gave him a big smile. \"A little personal, but you are quite correct.\"\n\nHe looked away, but thought about all that. \"I... never thought about that. B-but that doesn't explain most women. I don't even know most of them, but I still... have those thoughts.\"\n\n\"Perhaps you have some deep seated resentment to women?\"\n\nHis head snapped up to look at her. \"NO! No, I don't hate women at all! I love women! I-if anything, it's most men that I'm not a fan of...\"\n\nShe smiled. \"Then maybe that is it? You feel that, as a man, you are lacking in some way. What is it about women that you like?\"\n\nHe blushed a little. \"Ah... w-well...\"\n\nRachel let out a soft laugh, almost a giggle. \"Dorian, you've told me about how you want to strangle and rape me, among many others. You do not need to be embarrassed about telling me what you find attractive in a woman.\"\n\nHe laughed sheepishly. \"Ah ha... yeah. I guess you are right.\" Clearing his throat, he thought about it a little. \"Well... women are... pretty. They're soft. Men are... hard and... rigid. Men are... muscular. Women are... soft and curvy.\"\n\n\"What about muscular women?\"\n\n\"They're still softer than a man. They've got the curves a man doesn't. The tone only makes those curves... more.\" He frowned. \"Unless they're on steroids. Then they're just transitioning into a man without calling it that.\"\n\nThat made her quirk her eyes. \"Oh? How do you feel about trans women, then? Men choosing to become women?\"\n\nHe flinched. \"AH... I'm... not... sure? I mean, I'm not against anyone making that choice! Everyone has the right to-\"\n\nShe shook her head, holding her hand up. \"I'm not asking your stance on politics. I'm asking if you find them attractive at all. If you've ever had your dark desires about a trans woman.\"\n\nHe had to think about that one. \"Not... that I'm aware of. I don't know if any of the girls that make me... fantasize... are trans or not. But in my fantasies, none of the girls are ever trans. So... I... don't think so.\"\n\n\"That is perfectly fine. You can support something while not being attracted to it yourself.\" She crossed her arms. \"So then it comes back to why you have these thoughts about women in particular. Why you seek to dominate something you find so... pretty and soft.\"\n\nDorian shrugged. \"I dunno. Like I said, I don't hate women. I'm not my fa-\" The word stuck in his throat, his eyes going wide as if he just discovered something brand new.\n\n\"Your father?\" She finished.\n\nHe nodded, still lost in a moment of epiphany. \"Yes... My dad. He was... I've told you about him. He was not a good man.\"\n\n\"Beat you as a child, correct?\"\n\nHe nodded. \"Yes. And... not just me. He also beat my mother. And once she left, he beat his girlfriends...\" He spoke in a soft voice. Somehow he had never thought about that, almost as if he had refused to remember it until that very moment. \"Am I just... just my father?\"\n\nShe smirked. \"You haven't suddenly started taking Methamphetamines, have you?\"\n\nHe shook his head. \"No...\" His father had eventually ODed on meth when Dorian was 16.\n\n\"Then no. You are not your father.\"\n\nThe jaguar nodded slowly. \"No. I'm worse... he just beat some women. He never killed any.\"\n\nShe frowned at him. \"You haven't done that in eight years! And you are trying to better yourself now. He would never have sought help.\" He nodded slowly. \"What about the... hired companions. Do you still use them?\"\n\nHe winced, looking down. \"AH... y-yeah. But not as often! I... I haven't hired a hook-.. prostitute... in months.\"\n\n\"That was the one you struck?\" He nodded. He nearly lost control with the poor mare. During the throes of passion, he started to punch her, only to realize what he was doing when he was about to scratch her eyes out with his claws. He stopped immediately, her eye already swollen as she sobbed under him. He paid her triple and told her to run. She didn't argue. At least she didn't send her pimp after him. \"The fact that you were able to stop yourself from doing more serious harm to her is a sign you have more control over yourself. You are on the right path. You just need to learn how to quiet the fantasies. Not to fully silence them, but let them play only in the back of your mind.\"\n\nHe nodded again. \"I... guess so.\"\n\nRachel smiled, pushing away from her desk. \"Dorian. You have been in this room alone with me, a woman you have had those fantasies about. A woman who would willingly let you act them out upon her if you gave in. But you haven't. You have resisted and kept yourself under control. You have even recognized those fantasies for what they are in the moment. Thoughts. Nothing more.\"\n\nHe laughed softly. \"You almost sounded like you were trying to encourage me to give in for a second there...\"\n\n\"Well, I did say I have my own, and I would willingly let you if you lost that control. You would have to deal with the consequences, though. And you would no longer have my help.\" She smiled at him. \"I think you value those things more than getting your claws dirty or your dick wet.\"\n\nHe couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. \"Yeah. You're right.\"\n\nShe glanced at the clock on the wall. \"I think that's about all the time we've got for today.\" She held her hand out as he stood up. He hesitantly took it, shaking her hand. The image in his head wasn't strangling her, but imagining it was his cock in her grip instead, stroking him. At least it wasn't violent this time. \"You've been doing a great job so far. You want to change, so I think you will. Keep that in your mind, stay focused on your goal, and keep putting those thoughts to the side.\"\n\nHe smiled at her, shaking her hand a little more firm. \"Thank you, Doctor. I'll... do my best.\"\n\nShe led him to the door, opening it for him. \"It's all any of us can hope to do.\" She gave him a gentle wave as he stepped out, closing the door behind him. The moment it was closed, she let out a deep breath, her legs shaking a little. She locked the door, then quickly moved over to drop into the chair behind her desk. She ripped her panties down, propping her legs up on the desk and sliding her hand between them to start rubbing herself. She was absolutely soaked already, all the talk of killing and raping girls, including herself, had gotten her very turned on. As Dorian was fantasizing about crushing her neck, she was fantasizing about him strangling her, ravaging her body, and leaving her dead and pumped full of his cum.\n\nIt was always a risk being alone in a room with killers. They might give in to those desires at any moment. Such was the risk of being the official therapist for D-Gen members, at least the numerous ones that lived in Alta Ferro. And she did truly have her own fantasies about them giving in. She panted as she rubbed herself, working along her lips, teasing at her clit, diving a few fingers inside of herself to rub at the inner walls. One of these days, one of them might finally do it, might finally kill her. That only made her more horny. Though she was serious that she hoped the one to finally snuff her was her beloved husband. She would not resist any other killer that claimed her, willingly dying in their arms, cumming for them as they raped her. But her husband was the cock she wanted to feel pumping into her as she died. She clenched her jaw tight, letting out a strained moan as she came, her pussy squeezing around her fingers.\n\nAnd this was only the second of four killers she had an appointment with today. She was definitely going to be riding her husband hard tonight. Especially if he had more pictures of his latest murder.\n\n[center]* * *[/center]", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Coffee Break Story

Voicing Dark Thoughts

By XP Author


"DORIAN!" The leopard flinched as he heard his name half-screamed from across the office. He looked up to see his manager stomping over to him, the lines on the tigress' face furrowed. Before he could ask what she needed, she suddenly dropped a stack of papers on his desk. "Can you explain this!?"

He looked at the papers. They were reports he had filed a few days ago. "Um... the sales reports for the last week?" He gave a sheepish look up at the woman. "Is something wrong with them, Mary?"

Her scowl got even more serious. "WRONG WITH THEM!? Yes something is wrong with them!" She put her hands on her hips, looking down her nose at him. "You filed the R-16b program as 18 cents off in every entry! That's thousands of dollars wrong!"

He winced. "18 cents... must have transposed a number. Sorry. I can-"

"You WILL fix it!" She crossed her arms over her ample chest. "Today!"

He stared up at her for a long moment. He grabbed one of the pencils off of his desk. Without any warning, he suddenly stood up, ramming the thing into the woman's throat. She opened her mouth to let out a scream, but only a gurgling sound came, blood bubbling up. More of her crimson life poured out of the wound, running down her overpriced business suit. The tigress collapsed onto the floor, writhing about in agony. Her blood-soaked top popped open, no longer able to restrain her big tits as they flopped out. She kicked and struggled as he stood over her, watching her life flow out onto the carpet. Her stocking-clad legs kicked so hard, it sent her ugly high heels flying, her skirt hiking up to reveal she had no panties on. With her bucking hips, she was almost presenting herself, begging him to stuff his cock into her dying cunt as she bled out.

He blinked a few times, nodding to the still very much alive woman in front of him. "Yes. I'll get right on that." She grunted and huffed, turning around and sauntering off, having no idea the dark fantasy he just had about ending the horrible woman's life. Not for the first time, either. And not just her. He had those thoughts about almost every woman he came across. He would be talking to them, while in his mind, he saw visions of choking, stabbing, beating, raping, and killing them. He turned back to his computer, saving the project he had been working on and opening the old report. A quick check confirmed he had transposed the two numbers.

"Man, does she have to be such a bitch about it? It's not even that hard to fix. She could have probably just done it herself." Dorian smirked as he heard the voice from the cubicle next door to his. He looked over at Alice, his pretty mouse coworker. He moved over to her, grabbing her by the neck and yanking her out of her chair. Throwing her to the ground, he fell upon her, using claws to rip her shirt open and expose her tits and pudgy belly. She tried to beg him to stop, but he just clamped his jaws on her throat, sinking teeth into her. The blood flowed into his mouth, making him hard. He yanked her skirt up, tore her panties away, then pulled his cock out and plunged it into her, ramming himself as hard as he could while clenching harder on her neck. She let out a pitiful squeak, almost begging him to keep going. He didn't stop until he came into her. As he did, his teeth sank deeper, piercing deep into her neck, biting through into her throat, ensuring she would die feeling his seed pumping into her womb.

He shook his head. "Well, then she wouldn't have the chance to come out here and yell at me." He looked back at his computer, doing a quick find/replace command to fix the error. "I think she gets off on it."

Alice laughed. "Probably. I think it's something managers get taught in training."

He shrugged. "It's a power trip thing. Most people that make it to manager positions did it by stepping on or using other people to get there. And they're always afraid that everyone else is out to do the same thing, so they want to make sure no one is going to stop on them as they keep trying to climb the ladder higher."

The mouse blinked. "Wow, that's... did you read that somewhere?"

He chuckled. "Yeah. My therapist gave me some things to read, and I ended up falling down a bit of a hole with some of the psychology things."

"Oh. I didn't know you saw a therapist..." She smiled. "Good for you! Gotta look after your mental health." She turned back to her own computer. "Especially here." Dorian just nodded. He was happy his friend didn't judge him for it. Though, if she only knew how fragile his mental health really was, she might not be so eager to be his friend anymore...

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He gripped the young rabbit's dress, ripping it away to expose her body. Shoving her down onto the dirty bus seat, he yanked her legs open, digging claws into her soft thighs as he exposed her pussy. He wasted no time, ramming his cock into her tight pussy, not caring that everyone else on the bus was watching. He slammed his hips against hers over and over, the sound of her sobbing and begging him to stop only making him harder. No one tried to stop him raping the young woman he didn't even know the name of. He didn't care to know her name, either. She was a tight hole for him to fill. And he would fill her, his orgasm building more and more.

The bus came to a stop, making an electronic bell sound and snapping him out of his thoughts. He stood up and moved to the front, leaving the young woman he was fantasizing about behind. He got off and turned to his right to keep walking. Eventually, he stepped into one of the buildings and made his way to the elevator. It made a ding as he got to the 9th floor. He eventually got to a big door, with the words 'Dr. Rachel Lefko, PsyD' on it. He pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Ah, hello, Mr. Waleski." The girlish puma behind the reception desk gave a friendly smile. He reached out and tapped a small clipboard on the desk. "Please sign in, if you would." Dorian nodded, glancing at the clock on the wall to get the time. He was a few minutes early. "Thanks. Go ahead and have a seat. Dr. Lefko will see you in a moment."

He nodded. "Thank you, Federico." He moved over to the sitting area and picked one of the empty chairs against the wall. He always wondered why there were so many chairs. He never saw anyone else waiting when he got here. A few brightly colored, plastic toys designed for small children were cluttered in one corner, and a disorganized pile of magazines sat on the table in front of the chairs, so people had to be here sometimes. Though maybe that was by design, the therapist making sure no one else was around for him to have... thoughts about.

He closed his eyes, trying one of the tricks he had read about to calm his mind, maybe get it under control. It didn't really work, but it did help to pass the time. After a few moments, a door opened, and a woman's voice called out in a gentle, but professional tone. "Dorian?"

He opened his eyes and looked up, smiling at the slender doe waiting for him. Though she was slightly less slender since having her twins recently. "Hello, Doctor." He stood up and walked over to her as she motioned for him to follow. He closed the door behind himself and moved to sit in one of the comfortable, stuffed chairs in front of the doctor's ornate desk.

Instead of sitting behind the desk, she instead leaned against the edge. "How have you been?"

He shook his head. "I'm..." He let out a sigh. It was counter productive to lie to her. "Not... all that well, actually."

She nodded slowly. "You are still having fantasies every time you look at a woman?" He appreciated that she didn't use the word delusions.

He nodded. "Yeah. And they're getting... more vivid."

"Vivid how?" There was no judgment in her voice.

"Well, I had a... fantasy... about..." He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

"Take your time."

He nodded. "I had a fantasy about raping my coworker. Alice. The... the cute mouse I told you about. And in the fantasy, I bit into her neck. And I could... I could taste the blood in my mouth." He felt his cock twitch just thinking about it. "Even now, I can... still remember what it would taste like..."

"But you didn't attack her, did you?"

He looked up. "No! No, she's my friend! I-I don't want to hurt her!" He winced, looking away. "I mean... I do... want to hurt her. I want to throw her down and bite her and... and fuck her! B-but..."

"Your fantasies want to do that. But you don't." Rachel shifted a little to stand up straighter. "It's natural to have subconscious desires that your conscious mind does not. Everyone has those. An urge to do something out of character. Steal something just laying around, punch someone that annoys them, or even harm another person in such an intimate way. You just have to learn to quiet those thoughts, and remember to never give in to those fantasies."

He clenched his fists and his jaw. "It's... it's getting harder to... hold them back anymore."

There was a pause. Then she spoke in a soft tone. "Look at me." He glanced up, only to look back down again. "Look at me, Dorian." He lifted his head, looking at her fully for the first time today. "Do you still have fantasies about me?"

He suddenly lunged out of the chair, grabbing her slender neck with both hands. Her gasp was caught in her throat as he squeezed. He could feel her bones creaking, hear them straining under his tightening grasp. She looked at him with those wide, brown eyes. There was lust in her eyes. He knew about her, and her husband. He was a killer, even posted on D-Gen, and she loved it. She wanted to be snuffed by a big, powerful man. He would do it. He squeezed harder, hearing her neck start to make noises. Her mouth opened, not in a plea for him to stop, but a silent cry of pleasure. Her body started to shudder and shake, unable to hold back her arousal. Her eyes became bloodshot, her face getting red. He squeezed harder, until the bones of her neck started to crack.

With a crunch, he gave her the death she wanted. She tensed up, only to start shivering and shaking in his grip. She came hard, her cunt spraying her arousal at the same time as she pissed herself. She was still breastfeeding her twins, so her tits started to spray their milk hard. All of it soaked through her clothing, totally ruining her immaculate business suit. He turned her head, breaking her neck even more, making her already trembling body shake and shiver all the more. When he finally let her go, she slumped back across her desk, legs spread wide, inviting him to plunge himself into her messy cunt.

He quickly looked away, his eyes casting down to the floor, a look of shame on his face. "I'll take that as a yes."

He felt his shame and embarrassment grow as surely as his cock was growing hard in his pants. "S-sorry..."

She shook her head. "Don't be. If anything, I'm flattered." She smiled. "You know I have my own fantasies. Probably not that different from what you just imagined in your mind." He nodded. "But I don't act upon them. I know they are fantasies."

"B-but... what if you did? What if you couldn't... resist anymore?"

She tilted he head a little. "Well, then I'd be leaving my two lovely children without a mother. My husband without a wife. And that thought is enough to keep me from acting upon my darker desires."

He nodded. "I... I can get that. But... I don't have anything like that." He glanced up at her, getting a flash in his mind of his hands around her neck again. He looked away a little. "What if I couldn't control myself in that moment. What if I had given in and wrung your neck?"

She chuckled. "Then I would have died partially fulfilling a fantasy." Her voice got darker. "And my husband would then hunt you down and tear your flesh from your bones piece by piece." Dorian shuddered slightly, but didn't doubt it. "He's the only one allowed to fulfill that particular fantasy, and only when we both finally choose it. If ever."

He let out a snorted laugh. "Well, that's a pretty good incentive to never give into that particular delusion."

"Indeed. You just need to find other good reasons to never give in to any of the others." She held up her hand, ticking things off on fingers. "For example, your friend Alice. You would not wish to lose a friend. Someone who you care for, and seems to care for you. You would not want to attack a woman in public, as you would be arrested for it, or worse, publicly beaten by a 'good Samaritan' trying to save her. You would not want to give in, because then you have lost a battle you have been winning for so long. You would be undoing all the progress you've made in the last few years, just to sate one base desire."

He nodded slowly. "That makes sense..."

She smiled. "Let's change the focus a little. I think we should try and find out why you have such desires. Where it comes from."

"Where it comes from?" He looked up at her, doing his best to ignore the image that came to his mind again. "I... I guess... lust?"

She shook her head. "No. That is only a part of it. Most of your thoughts are violent. And always against women. Lust is only a small part of it. It is more about"

"Control." He nodded as he said the word at the same time she did. He nodded. "A power trip. Because I feel powerless."

She smiled. "I see you've been reading the material I recommended. Yes. But why do you feel powerless? Especially around women."

"I... don't know." He shook his head. "I... don't actually feel powerless around most. M-maybe my boss, but..."

"And me." He gave her a questioning look. "I'm a successful woman. Confident in her abilities. I have a living husband, and now two children. I am your therapist, someone that encourages you to share your raw and vulnerable side. I have power in this dynamic. So, your mind, your subconscious mind that is, seeks to exert control over that, to dominate me, put me in my place, so to speak."

"And... because you are someone who is so often in power, your fantasy is to have someone take that from you? To take your life as the ultimate removal of your control?"

She gave him a big smile. "A little personal, but you are quite correct."

He looked away, but thought about all that. "I... never thought about that. B-but that doesn't explain most women. I don't even know most of them, but I still... have those thoughts."

"Perhaps you have some deep seated resentment to women?"

His head snapped up to look at her. "NO! No, I don't hate women at all! I love women! I-if anything, it's most men that I'm not a fan of..."

She smiled. "Then maybe that is it? You feel that, as a man, you are lacking in some way. What is it about women that you like?"

He blushed a little. "Ah... w-well..."

Rachel let out a soft laugh, almost a giggle. "Dorian, you've told me about how you want to strangle and rape me, among many others. You do not need to be embarrassed about telling me what you find attractive in a woman."

He laughed sheepishly. "Ah ha... yeah. I guess you are right." Clearing his throat, he thought about it a little. "Well... women are... pretty. They're soft. Men are... hard and... rigid. Men are... muscular. Women are... soft and curvy."

"What about muscular women?"

"They're still softer than a man. They've got the curves a man doesn't. The tone only makes those curves... more." He frowned. "Unless they're on steroids. Then they're just transitioning into a man without calling it that."

That made her quirk her eyes. "Oh? How do you feel about trans women, then? Men choosing to become women?"

He flinched. "AH... I'm... not... sure? I mean, I'm not against anyone making that choice! Everyone has the right to-"

She shook her head, holding her hand up. "I'm not asking your stance on politics. I'm asking if you find them attractive at all. If you've ever had your dark desires about a trans woman."

He had to think about that one. "Not... that I'm aware of. I don't know if any of the girls that make me... fantasize... are trans or not. But in my fantasies, none of the girls are ever trans. So... I... don't think so."

"That is perfectly fine. You can support something while not being attracted to it yourself." She crossed her arms. "So then it comes back to why you have these thoughts about women in particular. Why you seek to dominate something you find so... pretty and soft."

Dorian shrugged. "I dunno. Like I said, I don't hate women. I'm not my fa-" The word stuck in his throat, his eyes going wide as if he just discovered something brand new.

"Your father?" She finished.

He nodded, still lost in a moment of epiphany. "Yes... My dad. He was... I've told you about him. He was not a good man."

"Beat you as a child, correct?"

He nodded. "Yes. And... not just me. He also beat my mother. And once she left, he beat his girlfriends..." He spoke in a soft voice. Somehow he had never thought about that, almost as if he had refused to remember it until that very moment. "Am I just... just my father?"

She smirked. "You haven't suddenly started taking Methamphetamines, have you?"

He shook his head. "No..." His father had eventually ODed on meth when Dorian was 16.

"Then no. You are not your father."

The jaguar nodded slowly. "No. I'm worse... he just beat some women. He never killed any."

She frowned at him. "You haven't done that in eight years! And you are trying to better yourself now. He would never have sought help." He nodded slowly. "What about the... hired companions. Do you still use them?"

He winced, looking down. "AH... y-yeah. But not as often! I... I haven't hired a hook-.. prostitute... in months."

"That was the one you struck?" He nodded. He nearly lost control with the poor mare. During the throes of passion, he started to punch her, only to realize what he was doing when he was about to scratch her eyes out with his claws. He stopped immediately, her eye already swollen as she sobbed under him. He paid her triple and told her to run. She didn't argue. At least she didn't send her pimp after him. "The fact that you were able to stop yourself from doing more serious harm to her is a sign you have more control over yourself. You are on the right path. You just need to learn how to quiet the fantasies. Not to fully silence them, but let them play only in the back of your mind."

He nodded again. "I... guess so."

Rachel smiled, pushing away from her desk. "Dorian. You have been in this room alone with me, a woman you have had those fantasies about. A woman who would willingly let you act them out upon her if you gave in. But you haven't. You have resisted and kept yourself under control. You have even recognized those fantasies for what they are in the moment. Thoughts. Nothing more."

He laughed softly. "You almost sounded like you were trying to encourage me to give in for a second there..."

"Well, I did say I have my own, and I would willingly let you if you lost that control. You would have to deal with the consequences, though. And you would no longer have my help." She smiled at him. "I think you value those things more than getting your claws dirty or your dick wet."

He couldn't help but let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah. You're right."

She glanced at the clock on the wall. "I think that's about all the time we've got for today." She held her hand out as he stood up. He hesitantly took it, shaking her hand. The image in his head wasn't strangling her, but imagining it was his cock in her grip instead, stroking him. At least it wasn't violent this time. "You've been doing a great job so far. You want to change, so I think you will. Keep that in your mind, stay focused on your goal, and keep putting those thoughts to the side."

He smiled at her, shaking her hand a little more firm. "Thank you, Doctor. I'll... do my best."

She led him to the door, opening it for him. "It's all any of us can hope to do." She gave him a gentle wave as he stepped out, closing the door behind him. The moment it was closed, she let out a deep breath, her legs shaking a little. She locked the door, then quickly moved over to drop into the chair behind her desk. She ripped her panties down, propping her legs up on the desk and sliding her hand between them to start rubbing herself. She was absolutely soaked already, all the talk of killing and raping girls, including herself, had gotten her very turned on. As Dorian was fantasizing about crushing her neck, she was fantasizing about him strangling her, ravaging her body, and leaving her dead and pumped full of his cum.

It was always a risk being alone in a room with killers. They might give in to those desires at any moment. Such was the risk of being the official therapist for D-Gen members, at least the numerous ones that lived in Alta Ferro. And she did truly have her own fantasies about them giving in. She panted as she rubbed herself, working along her lips, teasing at her clit, diving a few fingers inside of herself to rub at the inner walls. One of these days, one of them might finally do it, might finally kill her. That only made her more horny. Though she was serious that she hoped the one to finally snuff her was her beloved husband. She would not resist any other killer that claimed her, willingly dying in their arms, cumming for them as they raped her. But her husband was the cock she wanted to feel pumping into her as she died. She clenched her jaw tight, letting out a strained moan as she came, her pussy squeezing around her fingers.

And this was only the second of four killers she had an appointment with today. She was definitely going to be riding her husband hard tonight. Especially if he had more pictures of his latest murder.

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