0 comments/ 39739 views/ 5 favorites Wide Awake By: DarkLittleFetish For 6 years since the eve of her twelfth b-day, Maria has been plagued by dreams of a horrific monster who chases her only to try and ravage her. One afternoon, after school, she finds a package on her bed. Inside are some toys from a childhood friend. Among them is a cute lil grey clown puppet. She awakens in the middle of the night to find the puppet sitting at the foot of her bed, watching her. Jokingly she asks what she should do with it..It answers. "FUCK ME." The voice of the doll is all too familiar (monster) She watches in horror as it rises up in the air, revealing that its attached to the arm of the monster who chased her in her dreams. The puppet leaps from the arm of the monster, and grows his own penis. The girl is pinned to the bed as first one then the other rape her in the dark. Her chest was burning as stop to catch her breath, she looked around the alleyway, her eyes shooting in every direction. The sounds seemed to magnify as her chest heaved. Her small body trembled as a can rolled past her feet. She couldn't move! Her feet were stuck in something. "Come on..." the voice called. "Why do you have to run from me? Why? When you know there is no escape!!" The girl closed her eyes and began to cry, it was coming, and fast. Her worst fear was to be paralyzed, and now it was coming true. Of all the times to be so deathly afraid, she thought. She opened her eyes as she felt hot breath on her neck. There it was, right in front of her. Its large body all muscle, sinew, and dark fur. Its eyes nearly cat-like as it looked her over then smiled. Her skin twitched as it put one of its claws to her chin. "Why? Why Maria? Why do you run from me?" She cried even more as it leaned toward her body lustfully. "MARIA KELLEY!" Maria opened her almond-shaped grey eyes. She looked around dazed, watching everyone stare at her. The substitute stood at the front of the small classroom. She looked at Maria heatedly. The substitute shook her head slowly and went back to the assignment. Maria sighed and tried her best to forget what had happened. The dreams had been with her since she was twelve. Ever since her mother and father had divorced. Every night, it was the same. She would be home, watching television, and there would be scratching at the door. After looking out the window, she would go to the door to inspect. And there the monster would be. Fur matted, chest heaving, a low growl issuing from it's lips. And just before it grabbed her it always smiled, showing the fierceness of its sharp fang-like teeth. She would run for what seemed like ages coming to an empty alleyway, as she stopped to look behind her, her legs would become frozen, and then the monster would corner her. She could never get away. She had never even been remotely close. "Maria?" She looked over to the perky blonde beside her. The girl looked concerned. "I'll be alright. Just so damn tired.. I just need sleep." The girl nodded and went back to her book. Maria looked out of the bus window. As the trees went by, she thought. You'd think a senior in high school wouldn't have childish nightmares like this happen. She sighed and let her mind float. She remembered the first time she had that dream. She was in her room, sleeping more soundly than she ever had. Her parents argument woke her up. She walked into her mother and father's bedroom, and stopped just short of the bed. Her mother stood there, a trickle of blood dripping from her bottom lip. "Maria, go to bed. Mommy hit her lip on the bed." Maria knew very well that her father had done it, but she never hated him. She could never hate anyone. He'd never done anything wrong to her. Never abused or touched her wrong. But it was always different with her mother. There was always some small matter that caused an argument. Shortly after , she went back to her room, and slept, it was then that the monster showed. He was weak at first, but as Maria grew older, he grew stronger. He got bigger with every passing dream. Her mother took her to a child's therapist. Maria told her about the dreams. She told her of how she had a terrible fear of it. The answer was always the same. "Relax more, and get some sleep." That's when he was there, that's when he took his pleasure in her. It was then that he took his hold upon her body. "Honey!!" Maria looked to the small woman standing in the kitchen. Her apron was splattered with bits of that night's dinner. Her short hair was peppered with gray and black. She was only about thirty, yet her hair was quickly graying over. She looked at Maria and smiled. "There's a package on your bed that arrived this morning." Maria nodded and thanked her mother. She then moved lazily up the stairs, dropping her books off at the top. As she opened her bedroom door, she saw the large brown box sitting on her pillows. It had no return address, but a postmark from her old town. There was a small note on top. She read it aloud. "Maria, Here are a few things I thought you might like... Eric." There was only one Eric that she could remember. He was a friend of hers when she was around 10. He had been very nice to her, and everyone else. They were the best of friends. She smiled and opened the box. She began pulling out animals, a few tigers with pink stripes, Dolls of all shapes and sizes, and at last buried at the bottom of the box was a small puppet, its greyish looking face painted like a tiny clown. Its clothes were slightly tattered, yet suited the small plaything. It seemed to smile back at her with its tiny button-like eyes. She felt a slight comfort gazing at it's tiny face, a kind of peace that she hadn't felt in a long time. Maria took a moment to arrange her newfound playmates upon the edge of her cedar chest by the window. Her shades had been put down, which, she supposed was a good thing. The dream was always followed by a headache right behind her eye. Of course there was aspirin, but it didn't help stop her dreams. Nothing did. A glance at the bedside clock made her sigh. It was so early in the day, yet she was so sleepy. Maria picked up a notebook from her backpack and began what she recognized as homework that her friend Alison had handed to her after class. "I don't know Maria. You seem to be so jittery," she had said. "Ms. Hernandez was right in front of you and you never once woke up.." Maria yawned and began the lengthy assignment her friend had copied. "Maria? You okay sweetie?" Maria looked across the dinner table at her mother. She rubbed her temples before taking a drink from her glass. She nodded. Her mother thought it was nonsense to have the dreams. She said Maria was an immature little girl for having such thoughts. Maria knew it was ridiculous. She knew that it was just her imagination. But everytime she tried to convince herself that she was alright, He'd come back, worse than before. With each vision he got closer and closer to her, his tongue closer to her neck. She shook it off and looked at her mother. "Mom..I had that dream again today." Her mother stopped eating and set down her fork. She sighed and looked at Maria sadly. "Maria...Those dreams aren't real.. there's nothing there." Maria knew that, she didn't argue the point. "I know mom.I know." Her mother smiled and went back to her meal, never looking up. Maria cried as the shadow reached out for her, its ragged claws grazing her chest. "Please..," she begged. " Don't." It laughed and grabbed her by the neck. "FUCK!" Maria fought to catch her breath as she quickly looked around her bedroom. She rubbed her forehead and eyes, trying to rub away that terrble dream. Her hand hit something soft, causing her to look. It was the little puppet, sitting at the foot of her bed. It's tiny smile the only thing visible in the lamp light. She smiled weakly and then glanced to the other dolls. The rest of them were in place, right where she'd placed them only hours ago. She looked back to the clown and laughed to herself. "You're cute...so.... what am I going to do with you now?" She thought it grinned even wider as a deep and familar voice came from it's lips. "How about you let me rip your clothes off, then fuck you til my face is blue?" it cackled. She took a deep breath, and scooted farther back on her comforter. It's small hands started to rise, reaching for her nightgown. Maria could feel her heart racing in her chest as though it would burst. Her legs grew numb as she watched it go higher, the legs rising into mid air. A long muscular arm came from underneath the puppet. Her body trembled in fear as she looked down at the body, then the face. "Nooo...,"she whispered. The hideous thing laughed, it's thick dark fur covering the entireness of it's body. The creatures arms were well defined, it's eyes an eerie yellow-green . Maria closed her eyes, then opened them. The puppet began laughing, as did the monster. "It's not a dream dear heart. I'm here. I'm real. And now I can finally take my pleasures out on you, as well as my deep seeded anger ." Maria began crying as the little doll began groaning. It wasn't until she looked that she noticed it had grown a dick of it's own. It was large, and thick. The monster laughed, watching the tiny clown jump from his hand and onto the bed. It walked over to Maria and grabbed her hair, forcing himself into her mouth. She struggled, trying to push it away. The demon from her dream grabbed her neck and held her mouth to the clown. "Now that I'm here, you can't run Maria. There's no way to go. We want all of you. Mind, Body, and Soul. And there's nothing you can do about it. " She looked to the fur covered creature, it's fangs, eyes, muscular body, all real. The dreams all were nothing now. There was no waking up, no alley to run out of. He was there, in front of her, and it terrified her to no end. "She feels good," the puppet groaned. The demon smiled, his cat-like eyes showng their approval. He began to stroke his massiveness which Maria now noticed was far larger than anyone. It would never fit, it would tear her in half, literally. He smiled and touched a hand to her gown. "So thin. It's pissing me off child. I'm going to remove it." Maria whimpered as his razor-sharp claws shredded her nightgown. "Humans, always so ready to tease one another. To cause one another pain. Yet show them real fear, and they crumble to their knees." She cried as the doll thrust into her mouth pressing her lips around his hardness. She could feel him twitch inside, groaning out his pleasure, taking in every inch of her full lips. The puppet grabbed her cheeks and slammed himself into her. "I'm gonna let go!," he screamed. The demon smiled and tossed Maria's gown to the carpeting below. He looked to her eyes and grabbed her breasts. "Swallow him!" he ordered. Maria shook her head, only to scream as the demon shoved a claw inside. "YES!" She trembled as the little man came into her mouth, his fluid shooting onto her tongue and throat. He jerked himself once and wiped himself on her lips. The two of them then looked at Maria. The puppet moved to her arms, pinning her down to the bed. The creature smiled as his claws raked over her lightly, causing her to whimper softly. The doll above her sneered as he watched the demon pry her thin legs apart. "Take her master, make her SCREAM!!!!!" The demon looked to Maria and smiled, licking his lips as his claws dug even deeper into her thigh, causing her to scream. She sobbed , watching the little one touch himself "Should I? Should I just take that sweet lil body and do whatever the hell I want?" She turned her head only to have the clown grab her face. "LOOK AT HIM WHEN HE SPEAKS!!" Maria reluctantly looked to the demon before her. His face seemed more angry than it had in her dreams, more threatening. He watched her, his claws, roaming over her now exposed body. Each little touch sent feelings of terror over her, making her twitch. The demon ran a paw between her legs, teasing her clit gently, then scratching her outer lips as he drew back. "My god," he exclaimed. "So wet for someone so frail and scared. Why is that? Hmm?" The little one cackled and sat on her wrists. His tiny feet rested on wither side of her tear soaked face. His hands pressing down on her head. The demon kneeled between Maria's legs and took a deep breath. He smiled up at her, as did the small one. The two watched Maria squirm. "I've been waiting for this, Maria. To taste you, to feel you, to fuck the living hell out of you. But...I had to wait. All those nights, stuck in your thoughts, wanting to just jump out and use you till death. Your death of course." He took two thick fingers and immediately shoved them inside of her. They listened to her screams as he began moving his hand back and forth between her legs. The demon bit into her thigh, drawing blood as he went. "Make the bitch bleed," the clown hissed. The demon rubbed one of his claws against her thigh smearing the blood, his smile grew as he pressed it to her lips. "Drink!" She turned her head, trying to make these things go away. The demon stuck his elongated tongue into her hole. Maria arched her back in response, unknowingly forcing the bloody finger upon her lips. The clown giggled and jerked himself. "She wants it...And she knows it." The demon proceeded to thrust his tongue in and out of her, going faster and licking her wet inner walls. She could feel his thick tongue inside, moving in wide circles, touching every part of her. Her legs trembled , spreading the more he touched her. His claws dug into her sensitive skin, tearing through her flesh with each thrust of his tongue. The demon tore into her thigh, slurping up the blood that flowed from the gashing wounds. He lifted his blood stained mouth, smiling seductively at Maria. His hands traveled upward, scraping her skin as they went. A deep and inhuman growl began in the pits of his stomach, and grew louder. Maria screamed as she watched the thing sprout two long tentacles from between his legs. The more she looked, the more they began to take a definite shape, and soon two thick hard-ons. He laughed as she fought against the restraint of the puppet. The doll began giggling maniacally and stroking himself harder. "You're gonna get it now girlie," he cackled. "Fuck her boss! Make her scream like you did the others." The demon let out a low growl as he slid one of his appendages into her warm hole. Maria gasped, too scared to move, too afraid to scream. He then chuckled as the other was placed into her backside. Maria screamed in pain as he began to thrust them both at the same time. The creature grabbed onto her, her shivering sides, pulling and pushing her around him. She looked to him, tears flowing onto her pillow. The demon before her began taking up speed, his thrusts and groans getting heavier with every grunt. Maria tried to move her legs, only to have her demon press her legs down to the bed. She could feel it's thickness, spreading both of her holes farther than she'd ever had before. The little clown only laughed at her, watching his master take his pleasure in the innocent. He licked her cheek and giggled once more. "Please....Let me up..." Maria cried harder as the monster shook his head, denying her freedom. "No," he grunted, his thrusts growing quicker in pace."I've waited in your thoughts for too long now. Everytime you had a dirty thought, a nasty little fantasy. I was there to watch, listen. And in your dreams I took my pleasures that I had and used them with your own darkest desires. Poor little Maria. Too bad you didn't just give in to me in your sleep. Maybe, this wouldn't have happened." She turned her head into the pillow, covering her tear-soaked face from the demon above her. He smiled, going harder than any human could even imagine going. His dark fur matted in sweat and blood, his claws digging into her fragile sides. A thought crossed his mind. "Turn over." She looked up at him. "TURN OVER!" She shakily turned onto her bleeding stomach and felt him lift her onto her knees. Her body felt the pain as he put both thick cock-like tentacles into her holes, slamming them in to their fullest length. The doll cackled in amusement and placed his now raging hard-on inside her mouth. Maria looked at him, then to the monster. Both of them smiling, laughing at her pain. The demon began his movements. Thrusting into her again and again. "My dear,"he gasped, and sped up. " I've waited a long time to do what I am about to. I've chosen you to receive my seed. And believe me, you WILL take it all. Understood?" The doll watched her face. "Does it really matter?" His voice as high pitched as a child's. He smiled. "Noooooo.." She cringed as he giggled in that same way that scared her to no end. The demon thrust inside her, each time pushing in as far as his length would allow. He watched Maria squirm and went even harder. He felt her twitch inside him, showing her pleasure was about to unfold. He took this as a sign to release his hatred and pain into both of her holes. There was a throbbing feeling in both of his appendages, each as hot as the other. The girl now on her hands and knees as he gave her his pleasure, taking in her pain. He knew she hated him, knew she didn't want him in her. He laughed deeply. Those same sounds of laughter quickly grew into animalistic growls as he felt his seed begging to be released inside such a small frame. The clown went faster, his cock humming inside the girl's soft, wet lips. He held her head in place, shoving his hips into mouth. The feel of her tongue brushing against him, her lips surrounding him. He watched his master buck his hips faster, going deeper and deeper into the now sobbing girl. "Take this seed inside you" the demon growled. "Take it or die." Maria screamed against the doll as she felt the demon's hot seed shoot into both of her now aching holes, She could feel every drop, every little bit go into her. The demon ground his hips into her, forcing every drop into her tiny little body. As the last drop was spent, he felt the girl tremble around his dicks. "Give me your pleasure," he growled. Maria screamed out as both she and the tiny thing in front of her came. The three of them soon lay there, breathing in the moonlight. The demon looked at her face, watching the cuts on her body flow with blood. As he took the clown and placed it on the cedar chest, He whispered a warning. "Watch over her." The doll snickered once more as the seemingly animated smile returned to a marker line. A few weeks passed, Maria eventually moved on. But no one knew her secret. The one that only three creatures knew. The clown, The demon, and the small one inside....... End 5-1-02 Wide Awake The guard gave Lita's arm a hard pull, sending her staggering forward and causing her dark brown hair to spill forward into her equally dark brown eyes. "Alright!" she snapped, her frustration getting the better of her. "I'm going, okay? It's not like it's easy to walk in this shit." She held her hands out and gave her wrists a good shake to emphasize the chain that kept her from walking faster than a shuffle. All this just to visit a damn shrink, like she was Hannibal fucking Lecter or something. She reached up to brush back her hair, but the chains stopped her from raising her hands above her chest. The guard kept her moving down the corridor, clearly enjoying the way Lita had to waddle quickly to keep up, until they reached a thick wooden door with a nameplate on it. 'Henry Butler, M.D.', it read. Below that, in smaller letters, it said 'Staff Psychiatrist'. The guard knocked on the door. In a bored voice, she called out, "Gutierrez is here, Doctor." After a moment, the door opened to reveal a Caucasian man in his early forties. His sandy blond hair had just a touch of gray, difficult to spot under the dim fluorescent lighting, and he wore a suit but no jacket. Lita caught sight of it hanging off the back of his office chair. He had a high forehead and cold blue eyes that were magnified by his glasses, making him look a little bit like he was examining her through a microscope. Lita gave a little shiver, hoping he wouldn't notice--she couldn't afford to have this meeting go badly. "Come in," he said in clipped, formal tones, gesturing to the room beyond him. "Have a seat on the couch." Lita yanked her arm free of the guard before the other woman could release it, and stepped into the room. "Back in an hour," the guard said with a scowl on her face, still managing to sound bored. "You know what to do if she causes trouble." She closed the door, leaving Lita alone with the doctor. Lita hobbled over to the couch, while Doctor Butler sat down behind his desk again and flipped through some papers. "Do you think you're going to cause trouble, Carmelita?" he asked, his tone deceptively mild. Lita glared at him. "It's Lita," she said, sitting down on the couch. "Just Lita, okay? And no, I ain't going to cause trouble. Is that what you're writing down in that file? That I'm some kind of psycho or something?" She wished she could calm down, but something about the way he looked at her was putting her on edge. She tried to remind herself that he wasn't the bad guy, that he was the one who was going to let her out of here, but five years in prison had made it hard to trust anyone on the other side of a desk. Doctor Butler looked up at her, his light blue eyes showing nothing but calm. "I'm not writing anything down, Lita. I'm just going over your records." He glanced down again at the papers. "Please tell me if any of this is incorrect. Your full name is Carmelita Gutierrez, age twenty-one. Born in Los Angeles, self-identify as Hispanic. You had two years of high school before you were arrested at the age of sixteen and tried as an adult for grand theft auto, and sentenced to ten years in prison due to exacerbating factors--" "Bullshit factors, more like," Lita snapped out. She knew she should be trying to appear calm and contrite--this was the start of the parole process, and making a bad impression on the prison psychiatrist pretty much made sure that she'd be serving out her full sentence--but the injustice of it still stung. "Jaime had a crowbar with him to pop the hood, and I had a screwdriver on me to get at the drive shaft. Fucking D.A. said we were carrying weapons, and the fucking public defender didn't do shit to stop him. A fucking screwdriver, and it tacks seven fucking years onto my sentence. And they call it the fucking justice system." Doctor Butler closed the file and went around the desk to sit in a chair at the foot of the couch. "So you feel like you were unfairly treated," he said. "Do you think you've been able to channel those emotions constructively?" Lita shot him a stony glare, but all he did was stare back at her. After a moment, she shrugged derisively. "I got into a few fights, okay?" she admitted reluctantly. She waited for him to respond, but he just kept looking at her. She felt the silence weighing on her, judging her. "So is that it?" she said at last. "I mix it up a little in the exercise yard and I'm all out of chances?" "Not at all," Doctor Butler said. "But it does mean that if I am to recommend your release, I need to give you some tools to help deal with your anger first, otherwise you'll simply wind up back here again. Neither of us want that." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small silver pendant. "I've had a great deal of success with patients like yourself using guided meditation," he said, allowing the pendant to hang down at the end of its chain and starting to swing it gently back and forth. "It's a technique that allows you to center yourself when you're feeling frustrated, so that you can return to a state of calm instead of allowing your emotions to control you." "Hey, whoa, what the fuck?" Lita said loudly in tones of surprise and alarm, looking straight up at the ceiling. "Are you trying to fucking hypnotize me? Because I didn't agree to that!" She flicked her eyes down for a moment to the psychiatrist, just to see whether he was still holding the pendant, then back up to the ceiling as soon as she saw that he was. "It's okay, Lita," Doctor Butler said soothingly. "You don't have to be hypnotized if you don't want to. You can watch the pendant and remain wide awake. It's just a tool to help you concentrate, that's all." Lita looked down at him again. His face was set in a smile so calm and mild that it practically didn't exist. He continued to hold the pendant, letting it move from side to side with an effortless motion. She shot her gaze back up to the ceiling again. "I don't want to be hypnotized," she said forcefully. "Then you won't be," Doctor Butler said calmly. "It's as easy as that. We're going to talk about ways that you can stay focused when your anger is trying to distract you and goad you into making a bad decision, and it helps to have something specific you can focus your attention on. But that doesn't have to be this pendant if you associate it with hypnosis. You can just as easily focus on the ceiling while I talk to you." Lita snapped her eyes back down to the doctor. "I don't think I want to do that," she said warily. She glared at him, looking for some sign that he was trying to trick her, but his face remained resolutely unreadable. It bugged her--it was like being in a room with a robot. She found herself wanting to do something, yell or scream or punch him in the face, just to get him to react, but she knew that would be the worst thing she could do. "You don't like being told what to do, do you?" he asked, staring at her with his big pale eyes. She held his gaze for as long as she could, but after a moment she flicked them down to the pendant with a sharp sense of relief. "I just don't want to be hypnotized, is all," she said sullenly. She had a sudden urge to get up, to hammer on the door and ask to go back to her cell, but she pushed it down. "I don't have a problem with people telling me what to do, I just don't want..." She froze, fumbling in her head for a way to describe it that didn't sound like an insult. She hated the way he was watching her, evaluating her, judging her. She was scared of the way he was trying to get inside her head, make her doubt herself. She felt like he was just like the rest of them, like he wanted to break her down into a good little model prisoner, somebody they could let out who would find some shitty job sweeping floors for someone who was oh-so-fucking proud of themselves for giving her a chance. Somebody who was a nobody. "...I don't want to be hypnotized," she ended lamely, unable to put any of it into words. She felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, and stared tightly at the pendant in an effort to shut him out completely. "And you won't be," Doctor Butler said smoothly. "This is simply a therapeutic exercise, Lita, and you're going to remain wide awake this entire time. You may find yourself calming down, but that doesn't mean you're hypnotized. That simply means that you're finding a way to let go of that aggression, using your focus on the pendant to keep the anger you feel from getting the better of you. As you watch the pendant moving back and forth, you'll find that it's easier and easier to center your thoughts and leave that anger behind." Lita leaned back onto the couch cushions, trying to at least give the doctor a chance. Just so that he'd at least write down afterwards that she tried. It didn't feel like it was working--she still felt all knotted up with stress no matter how closely she followed the swaying pendant. It just went back and forth, over and over again in a steady motion. It was kind of impressive the way he kept it moving so evenly, but if he thought this was going to calm her down, maybe he was the one who needed a shrink. "That's right, Lita," he said after a moment. "You're doing an excellent job now. Wide awake but feeling calmer now, more centered and able to listen to me without feeling upset or afraid. Whenever you feel those emotions, you're just going to take a moment and watch the pendant swinging from side to side at the end of the chain, always moving smoothly and effortlessly, until you feel peaceful and relaxed once again. Does that sound good to you, Lita?" Lita nodded. "Yeah, um, okay," she said, just to let Doctor Butler know that she hadn't zoned out or anything. "That sounds fine." She kept her eyes on the pendant while she talked--she still didn't trust herself to look anywhere else, not while she still felt so messed up inside. At least when she was looking at the pendant, she wasn't looking at him. "Good," Doctor Butler said. He paused again, letting the silence fall over Lita like a drift of snowflakes. Finally, he said, "Let's revisit our discussion earlier, Lita. Do you feel like you have a problem with authority figures?" Lita tensed up instantly, but it helped to look at the pendant and not at him while she answered. "Maybe sometimes," she conceded. "A little. It gets under my collar when someone tells me what to do just because they think they can." Doctor Butler nodded. The pendant didn't jostle even a tiny bit. "But it's only a problem when you let that anger distract you," he said. "When you're wide awake like this, your mind free of all distractions, it doesn't bother you, does it?" Lita thought about it for a minute. She could feel the anger welling up inside her, telling her that the doctor was telling her that she should just swallow all that bullshit and stop getting mad about it, but as soon as the feelings built up they faded away. She just watched the pendant sparkling at the end of the silver chain and let them all go. "I guess not," she said at last. It felt like a relief to give up that frustration. "That's good, Lita," he said, his tone still studiously neutral. "So when you're wide awake like this, calm and centered and focused on the pendant and my voice, you don't have any problem listening to me and adopting my suggestions. You know I'm here to help you, and everything I say to you is intended to make your situation better. You can listen to my words easily and accept them into your mind without any anger or resentment. Isn't that right, Lita?" Lita nodded warily. She wasn't sure she believed him, but she had to admit that it was a lot easier to listen to what he had to say without that constant simmer of emotion clouding her thoughts. It felt like she had let go of a weight she didn't even know she was carrying. She let out a long sigh of relaxation, feeling the tension in her body uncoil as she followed the pendant with her eyes. "Very good, Lita!" Doctor Butler said. Even his praise sounded calculated, but Lita felt her irritation about that vanish into the dance and sway of the shiny silver pendant as it swung at the end of the chain. "And now that you know now that you can become more and more relaxed, more and more peaceful without being hypnotized, you can just watch the pendant for me a while longer, Lita, letting your thoughts focus completely on the pendant and my words. Everything else can fade away." Lita nodded again, with a little more enthusiasm this time. "Everything else can fade away," she agreed happily. She shifted position slightly so that her body rested more easily on the couch. She felt her lips part into a slight smile as she stared at the pendant, letting her head remain perfectly still while her eyes followed its movement. It felt so easy. All she had to do was pay attention to the motion and listen to Doctor Butler, and all that messy junk in her head went away leaving her calm and relaxed and focused. Doctor Butler stood up, but it didn't matter--Lita followed the motion of the pendant perfectly easily as it rose in her field of vision. She felt like she didn't need to even try to focus on it anymore. It just happened all on its own, the sparkle of light on the silver pendant drawing her gaze easily and effortlessly. Lita couldn't remember when she'd felt this peaceful--even sleep didn't feel as restful as sitting here and listening to Doctor Butler talk. "And you'll find," he said, "that you can come back to this alert, calm place in your mind very easily, Lita, whenever you want to. I know that you feel very peaceful here, very relaxed, and I know how much you want to remain in this state. So I might remind you of it from time to time, just by saying the words, 'wide awake' to you, and that will act to let you know that it's okay to focus your attention on the pendant and let everything else fade away. Even when you don't actually see the pendant in front of you, you'll find it very easy to imagine it in your mind, swinging from side to side and helping you find this relaxed and focused place. Does that sound good, Lita?" "Yes, Doctor," Lita responded. She felt a wave of relief wash through her body as she let go of all her worries and just watched the pendant as it swung overhead. She couldn't even remember what she was so afraid of. Doctor Butler had said he wasn't going to hypnotize her, and he hadn't. All he'd done was help her concentrate, and it felt so amazing to be free of all those distractions and completely focused, completely rested, completely relaxed and aware of everything he said without anything else to get in the way. The pendant kept moving until it was almost directly over Lita's head now. She felt her eyelids fluttering with the strain of following it with her gaze, but Doctor Butler must have noticed because he said to her, "It's okay, Lita. You can close your eyes and remain just as wide awake as you were." Lita gave up the struggle to keep them open and simply laid there, peaceful and relaxed. She didn't need to think about anything right now. She could just enjoy the moment, just picture the pendant in her mind and let it be the center of her world. That sounded so perfect. After a few minutes, she felt Doctor Butler put his hand on her shoulder. She opened her eyes slowly, blinking once or twice in confusion. "What's going on?" she said. "The guard will be here momentarily," he said, smiling gently at her. "I thought you might want to compose yourself before she arrives." "Oh, um..." Lita looked up at the clock. Sure enough, a whole hour had gone past in what she thought was just a couple of minutes. "Yeah, thanks. Sorry, I guess I kind of lost track of time." "It's okay," Doctor Butler said. "That happens sometimes when we're concentrating. It's perfectly normal, nothing to be concerned about." Lita smiled. "Then I won't worry about it. Thanks, Doctor. I think I'm feeling better already." "Good!" They heard a knock on the door. "Same time next week, then?" Lita nodded. She was looking forward to it already. ***** "So," Doctor Butler said as the guard closed the door, "I was wondering what your thoughts were on attempting hypnosis." Lita sat down on the couch and shook her head gingerly. "It's not that I don't trust you, Doctor," she said apologetically. "I just don't feel comfortable with it. It feels weird." She hesitated a moment. "That's okay, right?" Doctor Butler smiled. "It's perfectly okay, Lita," he replied. "I've already told you, I won't hypnotize you if you don't want me to. You can always be wide awake for me." Lita smiled and lay back on the couch, her eyes closing. "Oh good," she said softly, worries she didn't even know she had fading away instantly. "I'm so glad I can trust you." She decided to focus her thoughts on Doctor Butler's pendant instead of getting worked up over hypnosis that wasn't even going to happen. "Instead, Lita, I'd like to talk to you a bit about the offense that put you here." Lita felt herself tense up briefly, but then the pendant in her mind flashed from right to left and the tension fell away with it. "I've read through your file, but I'd like to hear from you why you decided to steal that car." Lita gave a tiny shrug, too relaxed to do anything more. "Because I was stupid," she said. "I mean, not stupid stupid. Just teenage stupid. I was hanging out with Jaime after school, and he asked me if I wanted to go for a ride, and I thought he was really cool so I said sure. And it turned out he didn't have a car, but I didn't want him to think I was, y'know, scared. So I went along with him." "Why do you think you went along with him?" Doctor Butler asked. Lita sifted through her thoughts. It felt so much easier to talk about it like this, when she could let all the bitterness she'd been hanging onto all these years go and watch the pendant swaying in her mind's eye instead. She could feel all the defensive rationalizations falling away as her eyes moved smoothly back and forth beneath her eyelids, until she was ready to admit the truth to Doctor Butler...and maybe to herself. "Because he was cute," she said at last. "I was sixteen and horny and he was seventeen and ripped, and I was hoping he was going to take me somewhere in his car and fuck me." "So your hormones were making all the decisions for you?" Doctor Butler asked, a twinkle of humor in his voice. "I guess so," Lita said, smiling sheepishly with her eyes still tightly shut. "Like I said, I was a dumb teenager. I wasn't really thinking." "That sounds like it could be part of the cause of your problem, Lita," Doctor Butler said, almost as if to himself. "I think you have difficulty making good decisions when you're distracted--that's why you're doing so well in here, because you're completely focused on my words and shutting everything else out so easily. But if your body is constantly trying to get your attention, you can't really focus on making the right choices, can you?" Lita listened to his words intently, letting her thoughts center on the pendant in her mind while she took everything in. Once she heard it directly from Doctor Butler's lips, she had a hard time denying it--she remembered sitting next to Jaime on the school steps, feeling that liquid heat between her thighs like a tangible pull on her thoughts. She remembered tensing up with fear when she realized what he was suggesting, the twisting feeling in her gut fighting with the wetness in her pussy and finally losing as he looked at her with those arrogant eyes and asked if she was ready to have a little fun for a change. She remembered the way that her arousal mingled with the terror when they broke into the car, leaving her exhilarated in a way she'd never imagined, making the whole thing seem so perfect... "I think...maybe you're right," she said quietly, almost surprised at the idea. Wide Awake "Of course I'm right," Doctor Butler said, his voice filled with unshakable certainty. "When you get turned on, it's very hard for you to think straight. All that sexual energy is just another distraction, Lita, and it's been distracting you for a long time now. You've been very horny since getting to prison, haven't you?" Lita almost whimpered out her answer, but the pendant kept her focused and centered. "Yes," she said. "All the time." There was nowhere private in jail; even in the shower or the toilet, someone could walk in on you. Some of the girls didn't mind, or even liked being watched, but Lita could never get past it. She'd fingered herself a few times, under the covers after lights out, but it always felt furtive and unsatisfying. She'd resigned herself a long time ago to waiting, and she'd almost convinced herself that it had worked until now. "And that's been distracting, hasn't it?" She could hear Doctor Butler's voice close to her ear now, like he was kneeling next to her. She almost opened her eyes to look, but then the pendant in her mind swung again and she decided it was easier to stay focused on that. "When you think back on all those fights you got into, you can remember all that tension and frustration looking for a place to escape. And you didn't know how to deal with it." "Yes, Doctor," she replied. It felt like a natural response now. She heard the zipper of her jumpsuit as it slowly dragged down the length of her body, tooth by tooth. "I'd like you to focus on that for a moment, Lita," Doctor Butler said. "Just take a moment, here in this safe space with me, and listen to your body. Really notice how much it's been distracting you. Feel your arousal--it's so strong, so powerful that you can't imagine how you've resisted it for so long." "I..." Lita paused for a moment, the pendant wavering in her mind's eye, and then she felt it. Her cunt ached with a sudden, pleasant warmth, a sensual heat that instantly became the center of all her attention. "Ohhh," she gasped, her hips gently twitching as she felt the sensation building. "I feel it, yesss..." "That's right, Lita," Doctor Butler said. He took her hand in his own and lifted it carefully, resting it on her crotch. "You need to release all that need, all that desire. It's the only way you'll be able to truly focus again. You need to cum, don't you?" "Yes, Doctor," Lita moaned. She slid her hand into the waistband of her panties, feeling her fingers brush through her damp bush and caress her pubic mound with a desperate intensity. "I need to cum, I need to...oh!" She touched her pussy lips and came away slick with moisture. Then she touched again and she couldn't move her hand away if she tried. "Very good, Lita," Doctor Butler said, stroking her temples as she masturbated. "You can see now just how powerful your sex drive is, can't you? How it's been controlling you for so long that you stopped even noticing." "Yes, Doctor, oh yes oh yes oh yes," Lita babbled as she slid two fingers deep into her snatch and began to thrust them in and out. Her other hand was busy rubbing at her clit, sliding over the slick nub again and again and again until she thought she would almost cry from the sheer bliss of it all. She couldn't think about anything else but pleasuring herself. Even Doctor Butler's words simply floated through her mind without her really realizing what he was saying. "And you can't let that happen, Lita," Doctor Butler said, gently stroking her cheek. "It's too important to be centered, to be calm, to be focused. You need to make good decisions when you leave here. Letting your arousal guide you doesn't do that." "Yes, Doctor," she groaned, the words slurred almost into unrecognizability as she fingered herself. She could actually hear herself masturbate now, her fingers stirring her slippery cunt with frantic intensity. The orgasm building inside her was almost terrifyingly strong, like she needed to cling to something when it hit or it would wash her away completely. "But your arousal is too powerful for you to control it, Lita," Doctor Butler said, his words sinking through the fog of desire in her mind right into her subconscious. "And if you can't control your arousal, and you can't let your arousal control you, what can you do?" Lita whimpered, her hips bucking under her fingers. "I don't know," she gasped out. "Please I can't think, please, I please..." She didn't even know what she was asking for anymore. All that mattered now was satisfying the ache in her pussy. "You need to let someone else make those decisions, Lita," Doctor Butler said. His hands weren't touching her face anymore. They were somewhere else, but Lita was too lost in pleasure to care or even notice. "You need someone else to tell you who to fuck, when to cum. That's the only way you'll be able to keep yourself focused, if you know that you can rely on someone to help you make the right decisions, to control your aroused and needy body for you. Doesn't that sound good?" "Yes please yes please yes please," Lita chanted the words in time to her strokes, adding a third finger to stretch her pussy as far as she could. Her clit felt like a second heartbeat under her thumb, pounding with arousal as she rubbed it helplessly. "Who would you like that person to be?" Doctor Butler asked, punctuating each word with a flick of her nipples. "You!" Lita gasped out, unable to think of anyone else. Or anything else. "PLEASE!" "Good girl," Doctor Butler said. "Now cum for me, Lita." Lita's entire body tightened in a continual muscle spasm as the hardest orgasm of her life ripped through her. She felt her pussy juices gushing out under her fingers, soaking her panties and leaving her jumpsuit dripping as she came and came and came. Her cunt clamped down on her fingers like a vise, surging with pleasure over and over and over again as Lita screamed through clenched teeth. "That's right," Doctor Butler said, putting his arms around her as she felt the quakes of pleasure gradually subside into aftershocks. "That's a good girl. That's my good girl." Afterward, he led her into a small bathroom just off of his office and helped her clean herself up and change. "I always keep a few spare jumpsuits," he said, unlocking her shackles so she could get undressed. "Therapy can be an intense experience for many, and you'd be surprised what can happen to clothing in the course of a session." Lita just nodded, too relaxed to care. She felt like she was floating in a cloud of perfect serenity, completely centered on Doctor Butler's words and the drifting afterglow of pleasure in her pussy. It was such a relief to realize that she didn't have to worry about making all those frustrating decisions anymore--all she needed to do now was focus on Doctor Butler, and take her cues from him. It felt so easy to let go and trust him completely. The guard came back for her, and was surprised to see Lita greet her with an easy smile. "Same time next week?" she asked Doctor Butler. "Same time next week," he said. ***** Lita walked into the office, reveling in each long stride she took across the room. "Check it out!" she said excitedly, waving her hands over her head. "I got no bling to hold me down, huh, doc?" "Very nice," he said as the guard closed the door behind her. "With your parole hearing tomorrow, I'd say that's definitely a good sign." He sat down in the chair at the foot of the couch. "How are you feeling about that, by the way?" Lita's smile vanished and she let out a heavy sigh. "Pretty damn freaked," she said as she sat down on the couch. "I keep trying to remember what you told me and stay centered, but..." Doctor Butler nodded. "I'm assuming you're still not interested in using hypnosis to calm down?" Lita shook her head. "I trust you, you know that, but I don't think I'll ever be okay with giving someone control over my mind like that. Not even you, doc. No offense." "None taken," he replied, chuckling ruefully. "Wide awake, Lita." She slumped back onto the couch in a rush of instant relaxation, her eyes slamming shut and her muscles going instantly limp. "Very good, Lita. It always feels good to be wide awake for me, doesn't it?" "Yes, Doctor," she said softly, already seeing the pendant began to swing back and forth in her mind. "I feel deeply peaceful and attentive when I am wide awake for you." "That's just wonderful, Lita," he replied. She heard the rustle of clothing from the chair. "Now, let's talk about the parole hearing tomorrow. You said you were nervous?" "Yes, Doctor." She got another surge of anxiety all over again as she spoke, but she could already feel it disappearing into the pendant's calming dance. "It's been very difficult staying calm and centered the last few days. I thought about asking to see you again, but I wasn't sure you would be available." "Let's dispel those worries right now," Doctor Butler said firmly. "You can always reach out to me whenever you're having difficulty focusing, whether your parole hearing is successful or not. It's very important that you come to me any time you feel less than centered, Lita. Do you understand that? Any time you have difficulty staying focused on my suggestions, you will return to me and I will help you find this same peace and contentment you feel right now." "Yes, Doctor," Lita murmured, her tension melting away completely into Doctor Butler's words and the pendant's endless, dazzling sway. "I will return to you whenever I need to feel centered." "Good girl," Doctor Butler said. "You're feeling very centered right now, aren't you? Your mind is relaxed and fully able to concentrate on my words, knowing that my suggestions always feel so wonderful." Lita sighed contentedly in response. "I'd like you to open your eyes now," Doctor Butler continued. "That's right, just open them easily and effortlessly, staying right here in that state of perfect peace and relaxation, still concentrating on my words." Lita's eyes fluttered open reluctantly, still half-focused on the pendant swinging in her imagination. She saw Doctor Butler sitting in his chair, completely nude but looking as composed as ever. His clothing had been neatly folded and set on the desk, and he was gently caressing his cock as he stared at her. "Very good, Lita," he said, his voice thick with arousal. "Now, do you remember what we discussed last week?" "Yes, Doctor," Lita replied, her eyes locking onto Doctor Butler's penis just as easily as they had focused on the pendant. "I remember. I learned that my arousal controls me, and I decided to trust you to control my arousal." "That's right, Lita," he said. His cock visibly twitched in his hand as he spoke. "Your arousal controls you, and I control your arousal. That's exactly right. When I tell you to feel deep sexual desire, Lita, what happens?" Lita sighed as a slow, lazy wave of sexual heat rolled over her. "I become deeply aroused," she moaned out, squirming slightly as she lay on the couch. She wanted to touch herself like last week, but she understood now that her feelings sometimes led her to make bad decisions. She knew that she needed to wait for Doctor Butler to tell her how to release her pent-up need. "You're doing so well, Lita," Doctor Butler responded. "Stand up for me and take off your clothing." "Yes, Doctor." Lita stood up, her body feeling almost as if it floated up off of the couch. She pulled the zipper down on her jumpsuit and shrugged out of it easily, then pulled her panties down and stepped out of them as well. Finally she unhooked her bra and let it fall onto the pile of garments. "Excellent." He gestured to her. "Now, come to me." Lita stepped over to the end of the couch without really thinking about it--she was in the control of her arousal now, and her arousal was in Doctor Butler's control. It was only natural that her body would move at his command. "Good girl," he said. "I'd like you to get down on your knees now." Lita sank into a kneeling position, her gaze now entirely centered on Doctor Butler's throbbing cock. This close, she could see each tiny pulse of his arousal as he idly stroked his erection for her. He reached out with his other hand, knotting his fingers into Lita's long dark hair, and she knew exactly what he wanted without being told. She leaned in and slowly, sensuously slid her lips over the head of his penis. "That's right," he gasped, his voice finally losing some of its deliberate veneer of calm. "You're following my suggestions so perfectly, Lita, and that feels so...so wonderful. You feel perfectly centered right now, focused on pleasing me...you, oh, you love this so much, you're so relaxed now..." Lita felt herself relaxing completely, allowing his cock to slide all the way down into her throat as she took his full length into her mouth. It was so easy to relax like this, so easy to let her arousal control her and to let him control her arousal. She felt perfectly at ease like this, like she could suck him off for hours. She tried to say, "Yes, Doctor," but it just came out as a hum around his shaft in her mouth. The way he pressed her down further against his crotch told her that even that pleased him, though. She could taste his pre-cum on her tongue, but he didn't shoot his load into her mouth like she thought he would. Instead, he lifted her back off and guided her into a standing position. "And back down," he said, as he maneuvered her into straddling his hips. She sank onto his cock with a slow, whimpering sigh, taking his full length in a single thrust. "So good," he moaned, guiding her up and down, again and again. "Feels so good, fucking me, so good, obeying me, so fucking good when I control your arousal and your body and all your thoughts focus on pleasing me, so fucking good..." Lita barely even processed his words. Her whole mind was centered on matching the rhythm of his thrusts, pounding his cock inside of her as her tits bounced up and down in time to their sex. She heard herself moaning, but she couldn't stop. She couldn't control herself at all anymore. She didn't want to, not when it felt so good to let Doctor Butler control her instead. "Oh, fuck, oh fuck, fuck yes, cumming cumming cum for me cum for me good girl good girl good gnnnh!" Doctor Butler's hips strained upwards in a long, sustained spasm of orgasmic bliss, and Lita ground down to meet him as her clit throbbed in ecstasy right along with him. She let out one last, strangled gasp and slumped down on top of him, shuddering as the echoes of her pleasure washed over her and through her. It felt like they lay together for only a few minutes, with Doctor Butler whispering quietly in her ear as she cuddled up to his warm, soft skin, but Lita knew that she lost track of time easily when she was focused on obedience. That was perfectly normal--time was just another distraction that she ignored when she was wide awake like this. Luckily, Doctor Butler reminded her that they needed to get dressed again before the guard showed up. He was always helping her avoid bad decisions like that. "See you at the hearing tomorrow," Doctor Butler said, just before she left. Lita felt another twinge of panic at the thought, but the pendant in her mind smoothed it all away. ***** Lita sat behind the table, her hands folded in front of her, her face composed into an expression of sincere penitence. She looked up at the parole board member as she read out the board's decision, not betraying a hint of worry. "...and so, based on the recommendation of Doctor Henry Butler, it is the decision of this parole board that you be granted parole." Lita's face broke out into a wide smile, but it faded again when the woman continued. "However, given your age at time of sentencing and disciplinary history in this facility, we believe that it would be best to remand you to a rehabilitative program--a halfway house--rather than simply releasing you to fend for yourself without a chance to acclimatize to life outside of prison." Lita nodded soberly, as if she expected exactly this news. "I understand," she said. She looked each board member in the eye and said, "Thank you for giving me this chance." The woman banged her gavel. "Then it is so ordered. You will be remanded into the custody of the Butler Home, with your eventual release contingent on successful completion of a rehabilitation program to the standards of chief of staff Doctor Henry Butler. I hope that you do not disappoint Doctor Butler, young lady. It is only due to his personal belief in your ability to become a productive member of society once more that we have granted you this parole." Lita looked over to where Doctor Butler sat, beaming with approval. "I will do everything I can to make him proud of me," she said. "I promise." A few members of the parole board looked surprised--they'd probably expected some sort of outburst from her about the lecture the woman had tacked on to the verdict, something they could use to justify sending her back into her cell. But Lita was too centered for that. She saw only the pendant in her mind's eye, focused only on the thought of leaving the facility and going to the new home Doctor Butler had told him about. She kept her thoughts on sucking his cock, just the way he'd instructed, to prevent her arousal from interfering with her concentration. Lita's eyes were open, but inside, she was wide awake. THE END