Chapter 11: Counselor

Claire pulled away from the Institute gate, on her way home. It was already getting dark. After several long weeks of work, she had finally finished all of the analysis of Lauren's remains. The data she collected was very interesting and very puzzling. She was turning it all over in her head, trying to develop a theory of how it all fit together and what she could do to- was that car following her? You don't normally see a lot of traffic out here in the middle of nowhere, off the beaten path of the main roads. Claire decided to head into town rather than straight home. Her tail stayed with her through a variety of turns. Clearly it was following her, though given its complete lack of subtlety the driver obviously wasn't a professional. She decided it wasn't worth calling the base for military backup. She would handle them herself, whoever it was.

She pulled into a shopping center and parked at a fast food restaurant. The other car parked at the family restaurant next door. Claire opened her glove box and grabbed her flashlight and handgun, transferred them into her purse, then left her car and went inside the restaurant. She headed straight out the other door on the far side of the building, and walked a large circle around the parking lot to approach her follower from the other side. The driver was still inside, keeping watch on Claire's car though binoculars. Claire knocked on the window with the gun and ordered, "Get out of car." The driver jumped, startled, then seeing the gun she opened the door and got out with her hands up. "Why were you following me?" Claire demanded as she turned the flashlight on to get a good look at her stalker. It was an Asian woman, young and very attractive.

"Don't shoot! I- I'm sorry, I didn't know how else to get in contact with someone from the Institute," the woman stammered.

"Who are you?" Claire asked.

"Dr. Nikki Sabimura, I'm a psychiatrist that works with the military. I'm the one that handles all the cases caused by the monsters that they send to you, among other things," she said, nervously fishing her military ID badge out of her pocket for Claire to inspect.

Claire lowered her gun and relaxed a little. "Alright, it's nice to meet you Nikki, but what are you doing here? You obviously have a high clearance level but it shouldn't be enough for you to know anything about the Institute."

"It's not, actually, you're right. It took a lot of doing and calling in several favors to track down its location. I came to ask your help."

"Go on, then, but this had better be good or you're in quite a bit of trouble," Claire warned.

"Okay, it's like this," said Nikki. "A big part of my job, other than your creatures, is counseling military women that have been sexually violated by other military members, oftentimes their CO. It happens a lot more often than most people expect. Of course I was trained in school to deal with rape cases, but they always make me feel like I can't completely connect with the victims, I can't fully sympathize. And then I had a session with a college student named Monica Stern. She's doing much better now, by the way, but the more I talked with her the more I wanted to experience firsthand what she had gone through. I'd always suspected all those horrible beasts I hear about are brought somewhere for study, possibly even kept alive. So I began hunting for this place, so I could find the tentacle monster and be attacked by it."

"If you wanted to play rape, why not just find a guy who's into S&M?" Claire said incredulously.

"I don't have a boyfriend right now to ask, and looking for some strange guy off the internet to do something like that is too creepy. Besides, once Monica told me what happened to her, rape with a guy seemed, well, tame," Nikki said.

Finding a guy to pretend rape her was creepier than overreaching her security level to get pretend raped by a tentacle monster, all so she could relate better to genuine rape victims of normal human men? Claire sighed. This was way more than she wanted to report to Nikki's superiors about. Easier just to go along with it and be rid of her. Gruthsorik was approaching the point when he would need to fuck somebody again anyway. "Alright then. If he agrees to this I'll let you do it, but we have to keep you under the radar. Do you have a hotel room? Tell me where you are staying."

Two days later Claire pulled past the guard shack as she did every morning. Today, however, after she parked he car she popped her trunk open and helped Nikki climb out. "How exciting, just like a real abduction," Nikki said. Claire resisted rolling her eyes. She led her into the building and through the halls to Gruthsorik's cell, all camera feeds shunted to the hidden partition with a newly expanded version of her original macro. She had done some checking up on the eager young counselor. She was Japanese-American, which seemed terrifically appropriate for what she was about to do. Just like Claire, Nikki had been recruited pretty much straight out of school only a few years ago, when the previous military-monster trauma shrink retired.

Claire unlocked the cell's inner door and let Nikki inside. She was wearing a military uniform she had gotten from somewhere, or at least some costume shop's approximation of one, with a duffle bag slung over her shoulder. Gruthsorik, at Nikki's request, was also doing his best imitation of an officer, someone that would be in a position of authority over her. "Sabimura, good, you're here," Gruthsorik said, playing his part. Instead of his usual unassuming human face, his features were commanding and intimidating. He actually did manage to look ruggedly handsome, Claire thought as she slipped from the room.

"Yes sir, reporting as ordered, sir," Nikki responded with a snappy salute, dropping her bag to the floor.

"At ease, soldier," Gruthsorik said as he walked up to an uncomfortably close distance and began to examine her. "You know, despite what the uniform code says, I think you'd look much better with this down," he said as he removed the clips from her black hair and let it fall down to her shoulders.

"Yes sir," she replied dutifully.

"And you could stand to open this a little," he said while unbuttoning her shirt, revealing her ample cleavage.

"Yes ... sir," Nikki said, more nervously.

"There, that's better," Gruthsorik said as he leaned in to kiss her. Nikki let him for several seconds, then pulled back.

"Sir, you're making me uncomfortable. I don't- I mean, we shouldn't be doing this," she protested.

"Nonsense," he replied. "Be a good girl for me and I'll look after you. You have a promising career ahead of you in our unit, you wouldn't want to jeopardize that, would you?" He started to force himself on her again.

She screamed, "No!" and slapped him. Pretending to suddenly realize she'd just struck an officer, she blurted, "I-I'm sorry sir, that won't happen again, please don't report me, I'll do anything!"

"Oh, anything, is it now. Impudent girl, I gave you a chance," Gruthsorik snarled. "Enough of this." Tentacles lashed out as he began to transform out of his human shape. Nikki screamed as the tentacles captured her in the usual manner and stripped her bare. She pleaded for him to stop, to let her go, and screamed again as the tentacle entered her shaved pussy. She struggled hard at first, but it seemed the deeper it went inside her, the more she had to remind herself she was supposed to be fighting back. Screams turned to moans, and as her rectum was breached by a tentacle, it pushed her over the edge into orgasm. When the tentacle came for her mouth, it found it wide open with continuous sounds of pleasure coming out, and had no trouble at all diving inside. Not much longer after that Nikki's body shook with another orgasm, followed by Gruthsorik's and the outpouring of sticky cum (rendered infertile again by the weeks without sex) that it released all over and into her.

As Nikki lay on the floor in the standard post-tentacle-coitus daze, Claire and Gruthsorik conversed in whispers through the cell wall. "It was exactly what you thought might happen," Gruthsorik said. "She enjoyed herself a little too much, and deep down she was eager. What you said before, is that really what we're going to do with her?" Claire nodded slowly.