Pamela's Therapy
Copyright© 2006 by Pistol Pete
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Pamela has an addiction, I have the cure
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/ft Mind Control Fiction Spanking Anal Sex Enema
The week dragged by after I aced my exams. My apartment was rearranged to make room for the equipment and furniture that made a reasonable facsimile of a psychiatrist's office. If she took my bait she'd be here. The antigens in the pills really do mimic the effects of heroin, I didn't lie about that. I merely neglected to tell her about the other ingredients or their insidious side effects.
On the afternoon of the sixth day there was a tentative knock at my door. The woman I greeted was a different person from the Pamela I saw last week. Her face was puffy and bruised and her eyes were wet with tears. She was wearing rumpled sweats and sneakers. "What happened Pammy? Who hit you?"
"B-Betty, she punched me out, I told her she was fat and ugly, and she slapped me and called me bad names, but I was horny and tried to make lo- fuck her but she pushed me and I had to mastur- play with my pussy and she punched me but I was so hot I kept rubbing my clit and..." She was like the Eveready bunny as her mouth kept running and running. "Slow down Pam, relax, come into my office and we'll talk"
I escorted her to my "office" and told her to lie down on the leather couch that I swiped from a retired shrink. She sat, then jumped back up clutching her recently spanked butt. Still, she followed my order shifting around until she was lying down. She had no choice. I felt kind of bad about her getting beat up, but there was no permanent damage, and she probably deserved it. Among the additives in her medication was sodium pentethol, a truth serum, and a hormone that multiplied the female sex drive. A neural block fashioned from my DNA prevented orgasm, unless in contact with my sperm. Too bad Pammy is a lesbian.
I sat in my easy chair at the head of the couch. "Now Miss Ferguson, lets begin our first session. It was very naughty of you to lie about your drug use, you were a bad little girl."
"I'm sorry Doctor (she called me Doctor!) I was sooo embarrassed to tell you. I won't fib anymore, I promise".
I know you won't Pammy. Now, have you felt any side effects? Any cravings for drugs?"
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