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Two hours later she
returned. “It is time for the last item on this day’s agenda – group therapy.
Follow me.”
We came inside a small
room where all waited.
Once I was seated they
started by standing one by one and present themselves. Ashley started.
“I am Ashley and I
have been a good girl for 20 days.” One by one they stood up and told how many
days they had been either good boys or good girls. The last one was Bianca. “I
am Bianca and I have been a good girl for 4 days.”
Then they all looked
at me without saying a word. The whole situation was bizarre. 5 people looking
as they just had stepped down on earth from a spaceship all shaved like me in
equally odd costumes (The only difference was that the girls had a corset on
which covered their breasts.) all looked as I was going to say some wise words.
I slowly stood up.
“I am Rick and I guess
that I have been a good boy for one day.” I could see a mix of satisfaction and
relief in their eyes. It must have been the right thing to say.
Ashley took the word
again. “Today we are addressing dependence. I will start and then I would say
the name of the person, who will take over from here. I was depended on my
appearance, but since my parents send me here because I used my mother’s 200
dollar Chanel perfume, dropped one of her earrings into the sink and billed my
hairdo on their credit card, I have learned that it does not mean so much how I
looked. Jack – you are next.”
“I have pretty much
accepted that I depended being a part of the geek group back in high school.
Instead of partying like the rest of my classmates, I spend the afternoons
studying. I even went to school without thinking of the fact stripped shirt
does not mix with a check pattern tie.”
The other looked at
him in disbelief. He gesticulate an apology. “Sorry. I simply did not think
that it was so important, but I have learned of my mistake. I did not know how
much I was about to hurt myself by isolating myself in that way. Rick. It is
your turn.”
“I have just arrived
here today and I don’t know anything that I have been depended of. I very much
just did my school work and lived like any other students. Maria – my stepmom –
has sent mere here after my father died, because she does approve of my plans
for the future. I guess that I just have to survive here until I am 18, which
is some 11 months away, because me being sent here is her doing – not mine.
Bianca. You are next.”
Ashley stopped me.
“Not so fast. All people in this world have something they are depended of. You
are no exception. I got some notes from Mr. Gonzales and I think that you are
depended of being a victim.”
“What? You are joking”
“Try to follow me for
a second. First your mother dies. You throw yourself in the arms of your
schoolteacher and father so you don’t have to do anything because they are
supposed to feel sorry for you. It works for a while and your father hires a
housekeeper. Then he dies and you just sit in your room expecting your step-mom
to clean your behind and nurse you. Life goes on – man! You are so buried in
grief that you do it because you like it.”
“You are so wrong. I
lost my parents and you think that I find pleasure from it.”
“I think that I have a
point. Vanessa: Tell him why.”
Vanessa stood up. “I
was depended of being felt sorry for because I was molested when I was five
years old. I hated it but eventually I discovered that I could benefit from all
people being sorry for me. My parents bought me all sort of things out of guilt
because they had not looked after me properly, but I guess that all good things
come to an end, because one day they decided to send me here, because it would
have been too expensive to take me with them on a cruise ship with so much they
could buy for me. So they are in
“There you see. I
think that we have spelled it out for you, but someone needs more motivation
than others. What does the group say?”
They all chanted “The
chair. He must do the chair.”
They all rose and held
me. Ashley put a blindfold on me. Then I was guided across them room.
“Now Rick! Sit down
carefully.”
They all held me while
I lowered myself down on the chair. Suddenly I felt something cold against my
sphincter. “Relax Rick - It is a dildo. Just continue to lower yourself slowly.
We don’t want to call for the guard – right?”
I thought that I had
no choice. Rather do it slowly than the staff members jamming it up into me by
force. So I lowered myself. Luckily a whole day with a plug had made my muscles
ease a little. But it was big! I gasped several times and had to stop before
continuing. It seemed to be forever before I reached the seat. They strapped me
to the chair with several straps securing me very firmly to the chair. I could
not move an inch. The blindfold was removed.
“We are going to have
a 15 minute break where you will have possibility to meditate quietly. I think
that you are familiar with this kind of leather hood.” She showed me an
isolation hood like the one I had tried before and pulled it down over my head.
After they had laced it tight, I felt that they applied a couple of straps over
it, so I could not move my head. I was in total darkness and could barely hear
anything. Just remote noises reached me. I tried to position myself. Then
suddenly it happened. The dildo began to move up and down!!
First with a very slow
pace, then it increased its pace. It became hot inside my rectum as the
lubrication stopped to work. I wanted to move away but couldn’t. I grunted and
groan due to the pain. It hurt more. It was like they had put a red-hot metal
bar up in my ass. It burned. I sobbed and cried inside the hood. The inside of
the hood was wet from tears. I began to scream from pain. I had never been
exposed for such a pain before. Not even the spanking I received from Maria did
hurt so much. Suddenly another feeling began to mix with the unbearable pain.
My member had turned hard inside its leather prison or at least tried to. I
could not control myself. Suddenly a flow of semen began to flow from my penis.
It was as it was remote controlled. It just kept on pumping and pumping semen
out.
I had never
experienced that kind of a relief. There was no real pleasure – it only felt like
when you have been waiting too long in a line for a toilet. The dildo continued
its pace. The pain stopped. It was as I was numb in my behind. I had lost track
of time. When will I be released?
Suddenly the dildo
stopped. The hood came off and I saw them standing in circle around me. “Did
you learn something?”
I cried. “It was so
painful. You must have torn my behind apart.”
“Yes, pain like losing
a parent, but was there not just a fraction of pleasure in it.”
Dissolved with tears I
nodded.
“There you see. You
have enjoyed being a victim and someone to care about. You did not see it
because you were filled with self-pity. I think we can release him now. Help me
by lifting him up slowly.”
The straps came off
and they helped me on my feed. “Oh. There is blood on the dildo. We need
antiseptic lubricant.” Vanessa took a latex glove and smeared something cold on
to my sphincter. The sphincter seemed to have its own life. Opening and closing
without control. “Rick. We have to put a small butt-plug into you for the night
because of the treatment. Try to relax.”
“It is easy for you to
see. You have torn me apart.” I sobbed, because the feeling in my behind came
back and it was very painful, but they managed to slip the plug into place. I
was escorted back to my seat where I was able to sit down with a lot of pain.
“Rick. Who is next?”
“Bianca.”
“I have learned to
value ordinary work. I had studied various courses on the university but I
never found pleasure in any work and despite the fact that I comes from a
family with a long tradition of going to the states to serve as maids, I kind
of looked down on that kind of work. You can say that I was so depended of the
surroundings of a life as a student, that I could not make the transformation
from school to real life. Despite the fact that the director is my uncle, I
like this experience. Tina: You are next.”
We continued to hear
about dependencies from the others. Then it was time for those, who wanted to
graduate to the next level, to stand up and speak their case. None stood up.
Ashley turned to Tina. “Tina. You are getting comfortable again. You don’t work
the program. You have to Monday to stand up and demand to graduate to miner or
you will suffer consequences.”
Deep inside I wondered
what kind of consequences they could use on her. She was already in the bottom
in the hierarchy. The therapy session was over and it was time to go to bed, so
I did not get an answer to my question.
Because I was a mule I
had to sleep with the other mules on the ground in a building with only hay as
a kind of mattress. I could not sleep.
A lot of questions
came to me. How could I escape this insane place? If Maria was Gonzales cousin,
did she know Bianca who obvious was a relative? What kind of consequences could
they use on me if I decided to just wait for my birthday so I could walk out
free? Was I enjoying being someone people had pity for?
Finally I feel asleep.
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