Compelling a Cure
mc; Mg; Mdom; oral
Dr. Henry Barnes clicked his tongue with disapproval and scribbled a new note in the file sitting on his lap. Facing the doctor, in another chair a few feet away, was Sam Nash. Sam was a convicted sex offender, recently paroled, for molesting his two step-daughters. Henry had agreed to one-on-one sex offender counseling for the felon after Sam had refused to participate in group treatment. It was actually a stroke of good luck for the doctor, since it gave him the opportunity to experiment with alternative counseling methods. The name of Sam’s alternative counseling method was “Anna Barnes,” Henry’s 12-year-old daughter.
Sam’s eyes were rolled up towards the ceiling and he was visibly shaking as he tried to resist cumming. Anna was kneeling between the man’s thighs, and her head bobbed rhythmically as she sucked on his cock. Her hair was somewhat messy from sleep and she was still wearing her cotton pajamas, since Henry had brought her to the session straight from her bed. For Sam’s counseling, the doctor worked out of his home office, which allowed him convenient access to his daughter when he needed her participation. Henry scheduled Sam’s sessions very early in the morning so that Anna would not miss school, and Sam never objected.
Anna made a choking sound as Sam grabbed the sides of her head and pulled her against his crotch. Her eyes bulged and her nostrils flared as she tried to breathe with the felon shoving his dick against her throat. Henry sighed and wrote that Sam was “still aggressive” as his next note. Sam bucked a little in his chair, still holding onto Anna’s face. The small brunette made noises that might have been protests but she did not pull away from him. Finally, Sam clenched and came in Anna’s mouth. Her throat worked for a few seconds to swallow the semen before she sat back, letting Sam’s wet cock slip from her lips.
“Thank you, Anna,” Dr. Barnes looked up from his notes again. He glanced at Sam’s expression of bliss and shook his head. “Please wait outside, honey. I might need you again.”
“Yes, Daddy,” the preteen murmured, pushing herself into a standing position. Her eyes were vacant as she looked at her father with barely any recognition. The little girl had been less than thrilled when Dr. Barnes had approached her about his experimental treatment for sex offenders. In the end, Henry had needed to resort to hypnosis to persuade his daughter to assist him. Now Anna was compliant, and she obediently left the home office to wait in the hallway outside.
“Mr. Nash?” Henry returned his attention to the parolee after Anna had closed the door. “How do you feel?”
“Pretty damn good,” Sam replied huskily, apparently not completely past the pleasure of his orgasm. The man’s deflating dick still hung out, wet with Anna’s saliva and some of his own semen, and his pants remained halfway down his thighs.
Dr. Barnes took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose. An appropriate answer would have been “disgusting” or even “a little guilty” but apparently the treatment had not worked. In every session so far, Sam had resisted acknowledging that his conduct was wrong. If they could just reach that point, if Sam would understand the terrible acts he was committing, Dr. Barnes was sure that Anna’s performances would give the felon an aversion to children.
The doctor began cursory questions to check Sam’s attitudes against those of previous weeks. “Mr. Nash, why do you think you enjoyed that so much?”
“She’s got a hot little mouth,” the man shrugged. At the same time, he grew self-conscious of his state of undress and pulled his pants back up, zipping them properly.
“And you think that makes what you did okay?”
“Yeah, I mean, if she’s got a hole, I’m up for plugging it,” Sam said with a knowing grin at the doctor, as if they were friends at a bar instead of a psychiatrist and sex offender, as if it was not Dr. Barnes’ daughter who had just swallowed the man’s cum.
“Last time I asked you to try thinking about how a victim feels. Have you tried that?” the doctor probed.
“Yeah, I guess,” Sam shrugged.
“How do you think Anna felt when she was performing oral sex?” Henry asked with his pen poised above his paper.
“I guess...” Sam appeared to think for several seconds. “Maybe she didn’t like it.”
The doctor struggled to keep his face neutral. This was the first time that Sam had admitted that a victim might not want what he did to her. Small as it was, it was the most progress Sam had made during their time together, and it was the first sign that the treatment may be working. The doctor imagined what would happen if all sex offenders could be rehabilitated in this way. It might mean a cure for pedophilia, and eventually all forms of rape.
“And can you imagine,” Dr. Barnes said, writing quickly, “if she didn’t like oral sex, how much worse it would be for her if you took her virginity?”
“Yeah,” Sam said, and the doctor thought he detected some discomfort. “I guess that’d probably be worse.”
Dr. Barnes was thrilled. He excused himself and went out into the hallway. Anna was standing placidly a few feet from the door, staring at the wall. Henry turned the girl to face him and checked her eyes, which were still empty and unfocused. She would not remember this as her first time even if it was traumatic, and she was old enough that penetrative sex should not cause lasting pain or damage. The idea of curing Sam was too alluring to be set off by any minor risks Anna.
The doctor smoothed his daughter’s hair out of her face and told her, “Honey, I want you to take off your clothes now and go let Mr. Nash have sex with you.”
Anna’s hands shook but she did not otherwise move to take off her pajamas. She looked up at her father and for the first time a flicker of intelligence sparked behind her eyes. Barely audible, the preteen said, “I... but I... don’t want to...”
“Anna,” Dr. Barnes said in a firm voice. “Who do you obey?”
The girl froze as her father’s trigger phrase forced her mind deeper into her trance. Softly, she said, “I obey you, Daddy.”
“Who do you obey?”
“I obey you, Daddy.” Anna swayed and her eyes nearly shut as her consciousness was shoved into the farthest recesses of her mind.
“Who do you obey?”
This time, Anna did not verbally answer her father. Her eyes were shut but her lips moved, mouthing her programmed response to the trigger. Henry reached out and stabilized the girl since it looked like she might be about to collapse. As he held her up, Dr. Barnes repeated his command, “Anna, take off your clothes and then let Mr. Nash have sex with you.”
“Yes, Daddy,” the preteen’s eyes fluttered open and she straightened so that she was no longer leaning on Dr. Barnes for support. Quickly, despite looking half-asleep, Anna pulled her pajama top over her head and dropped it on the floor. She untied the drawstring of her pants and slid them to the floor with her panties. Naked, and still with a mild case of bed-head, the girl stepped around her father and walked back into his home office.
Dr. Barnes stooped to pick up Anna’s pajamas and underwear. He took them to her bedroom and folded them neatly on her dresser. Then he decided on what he hoped was a reasonably fashionable outfit from her closet and set it out on her bed. Even with that time saved, it was probably going to be a close call as to whether Anna would be on time for the school bus. Henry might have to drive her to school but it would be worth it if he actually made progress with Sam.
“Henry?” Mrs. Barnes was standing in the doorway, wearing her nightgown. Her MP3 player was in her hands, along with its coiled earbuds. Their son, Adam, who was no doubt still sleeping in the next room, had a similar player, and of course Anna did as well. Henry made sure his entire family listened to the hypnotic programming each night before they went to sleep, although the instructions were different for each family member. Anna obviously had the most intensive conditioning but Dr. Barnes’ wife and son had to be trained to ignore any unusual happenings.
“Go back to sleep, dear,” Henry told his wife as he picked a suitable bra and pair of panties from Anna’s dresser.
“Oh, yes, of course,” Mrs. Barnes said submissively. She turned and walked back to their shared bedroom, reaching up to place the MP3 player’s earbuds back in her ears. Deciding there was nothing more he could do to expedite his daughter’s morning routine, Henry returned to his office.
Anna was laying on her back, with her legs splayed wide on the carpeted floor. In the missionary position, Sam crouched over the preteen and was forcefully pounding into her. The felon’s pants and underwear were piled untidily on his vacant chair. The doctor hurriedly took his seat and clicked his pen. Anna’s breath caught with each thrust from Sam’s cock but she did not seem to be in an unexpected amount of discomfort, although she would likely have a carpet burn across her back. Sam was grunting, but rather disappointingly the noises appeared to be from the effort of trying to last longer, rather than from self-loathing as the doctor had hoped.
Sam tensed and shot forward, holding himself against the small girl beneath him. Anna gasped, but the breath cut off in a squeak as the felon came inside of her. Both bodies trembled with mutual exertion until Sam eventually pulled back and sat up, his deflating cock smeared with indistinguishable fluids. Anna remained prone on the ground, her small belly inflating and deflating as she continued to pant. Cum dribbled out of the preteen’s pussy as Sam pulled his pants back on and sat down in his chair.
The doctor wanted to start questioning Sam right away but a small moan from his daughter interrupted him. Annoyed, Henry said, “Get up, Anna. Go get ready for school. Then wake up, forget everything, and ignore any pain you feel today.”
“Yesh, Daddy,” Anna slurred. The preteen forced herself up and almost fell back to the floor. Sam helpfully caught her until she was steady, and then rather unhelpfully slapped her butt with enough force that she almost fell down again. The naked girl stumbled out of the room with a bit of cum beginning to slide down her right thigh.
“So, Mr. Nash,” Henry said in a clinical voice after his daughter was gone. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Uh, hell yes,” Sam squinted at the doctor as if wondering whether the man was an idiot.
Dr. Barnes cursed internally but persevered. “Did you think about how Anna would feel? Having her first time being with a man over four times her age?”
“Uhh,” Sam scratched his head. “Guess she’d think it was bad.”
“Why do you think that?” Henry leaned forward.
The felon shrugged. “Maybe she don’t want to do it with me.”
Dr. Barnes smiled openly. “You’re right, Mr. Nash. I think we’re starting to make some real progress.”
“Yeah. You know,” Sam chuckled, “you should have Anna do a sleepover. Then I could fuck som’a her friends too. Learn about how they feel and shit.”
“What?! You can’t do that!” the doctor said, shocked. He paused, frowned, and rubbed his head. “I mean, Anna... it’s different. Because...”
“Who do you obey?” Sam asked.
Dr. Barnes froze, then relaxed. He looked at the felon with glazed eyes. In a flat voice, he answered, “I obey you, Mr. Nash.”