Lily's Dark Tales - Ch.7 - Doctor Bradshaw (Patreon)

*** Reference: Susan's therapist, 'Demoness' chapter 27 & 'Succubi' chapter 9 ***

*** Content warning: nonconsensual hypnosis, mention of child abuse, graphic sex, death ***

"Hi Doctor Bradshaw," the cute young redhead said as she settled onto the sofa across from me. "Sorry I'm late."

I frowned as I looked around and tried to get my bearings. This was my home office. I never saw patients in here, although the room was set up similar to my office at the clinic. I was seated in the large chair, my desk was behind me but I'd swivelled the chair around to face the sofa.

Things were out of place though. For one thing it was night-time. It was dark outside my office window, but I could just make out the snow that was blowing around outside. And for that matter, I was in my pyjamas.

"Doctor Bradshaw?" the girl asked with a slight frown. "Is something wrong?"

I realized this must be a dream, though it felt much more real than most of my dreams. And normally the realization that I was dreaming came at the end, when I woke up. This felt like something was just beginning.

After another look around my office I focused my attention on the girl, and realized I knew her. I hadn't seen her in a few years though. 

"Susan Mackenzie, isn't it?" I asked her.

She smiled, "That's right. I was wondering if you'd recognize me, or remember me."

The girl before me looked sixteen, she looked like she did when I first began seeing her six years ago. She was cute, attractive, slim. She had bright blue eyes and a scattering of light freckles across her cheeks. Her red hair was long and pulled back into a ponytail. A pair of ripped jeans covered her skinny legs, and her t-shirt featured a space-ship silk-screened on the front, along with the caption 'Shiny'.

"This isn't right," I stated. "You're too young."

Susan laughed, "That's what I said. Countless times, over and over. I was too young. What you were doing to me wasn't right."

I shook my head, "That's not what I meant. That was six years ago. You'd be in your early twenties now. The last time I saw you was when you'd just turned eighteen."

She shrugged, "Sure but you started seeing me when I was sixteen. You started abusing me when I was sixteen."

This had to be some sort of guilt dream, I decided. I rarely had this sort of dream, because I rarely felt guilty. 

I shook my head, "I'm not going along with this dream anymore. I'm choosing to wake up now."

"Good luck with that," she smiled.

I frowned, I pinched my arm, I turned and looked at the clock on my desk. It was ten minutes after two in the morning, Sunday December fifteenth, twenty-nineteen. 

That felt especially strange, and I stared at the clock. Normally I couldn't read that clearly in my dreams. Normally my dreams didn't feel this real at all, for that matter.

Tick, tick, tick.

I twisted around and realized the girl had got up from the sofa. She was standing by my bookcase, and she'd started my old metronome tapping back and forth.

"I can't believe you still have this thing," she said with a smile.

Tick, tick, tick.

"You don't keep it at the office anymore? What do you use to get your victims, I mean, your patients to relax?"

I frowned, "I have relaxation audio files on my computer now."

Tick, tick, tick.

I added, "The metronome worked well in its day, but even six years ago it was out of date as far as tools go."

Tick, tick, tick.

Susan nodded, "Still works though, doesn't it? That gentle tapping sure is relaxing. I remember when you introduced me to it. You remember it too, right? It was a warm sunny afternoon in July. My dad had only been dead for a couple months, my aunt Rita brought me to see you. Bright warm sunny day, I was sixteen years old, and you started that thing tapping."

Tick, tick, tick.

"What's the point of all this?" I asked as I frowned at her.

She shrugged, "Just reliving old times. Remember when you told me I could see you as a father figure? Remember when you tried to take my dad's place in my head?"

Her voice took on a harder tone, "But the stuff you made me do, that sure as hell wasn't anything my dad ever did with me."

Tick, tick, tick.

She pulled her t-shirt off and tossed it onto the sofa, exposing her cute pert young breasts.

"Remember the first time you saw these? The first time you handled them?"

Tick, tick tick.

She sank to her knees between my legs and unzipped my trousers.

"Remember the first time you got Susan to do this? She doesn't. You had her bury those memories pretty deep."

Tick, tick, tick.

I slipped off my suit jacket and loosened my tie as I watched her kneel in front of me. She teased my cock out through my zipper, it was rapidly growing hard in her young hands. She looked up at me and smiled, her expression showed excitement while her eyes looked dazed. That look on her face brought me right back to that day. 

That day. 

Today. 

Tick, tick, tick.

I glanced at the clock on my desk. It was half past twelve in the afternoon, the twenty-fourth of July, twenty-thirteen. 

The sun was shining outside my office window, it was a gorgeous day. This Susan kid was my last appointment before lunch. I'd already met with her a few times, and the last couple visits we used the metronome. She was fairly pliable now, each session made her more easy to manipulate. 

I tried at first to get her to see me as a replacement for the father who left her on her own for weeks on end before going off and getting himself killed somewhere, but despite his neglect her feelings for him were too strong. When that didn't work I tried a different angle. She was into science fiction and fantasy stuff, so I played on that. 

We talked about magic. I planted ideas in her head, I had her thinking if we lived in a fantasy world with magic then we could right all the wrongs in the world with that sort of power. The metronome was part of that. I had her picturing that quiet rhythmic tapping as the sound of my magic wand tapping quietly against the walls of her castle. 

Tick, tick, tick.

Each tap was insignificant, but they resonated and built up over time. Gentle taps of my magic wand were all it took knock down the walls of the castle of her mind, and I was the wizard who did it. She thought my magic helped me save her, free her, and now I was getting my reward.

Tick, tick, tick.

She was topless and I watched as she eagerly took my cock into her young mouth. Because of her youth I expected her to be inexperienced, and I was surprised to discover she was nothing of the sort. Her lips, her tongue, her technique, it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before, from a patient of any age. And I'd treated sex workers who were supposed to be pros. But they had nothing on this girl.

Tick, tick, tick.

In what seemed like no time flat she had me on the edge. I felt like I was going to explode at any moment, but she paused and pulled back. 

"Before we finish Doctor Bradshaw," she said with a smile. "I have a message for you, from Susan. She wanted me to tell you something. She wanted me to say: You can't take the sky from me."

Tick, tick, tick.

I vaguely remembered her saying that phrase a few times in our sessions. I knew it was probably from one of her science-fiction shows, but I didn't know which one.

I shook my head "I don't know what that means."

Tick, tick, tick.

"And you never will," the redheaded girl replied with a smile, before her lips wrapped around my cock again and my mind lit up with blinding white ecstasy.

It was the best sensation, the best orgasm I'd ever had and it seemed to go on forever. I felt a sensation of falling, and as the pure white bliss faded into darkness the last words I heard were hers. 

She told me, "It's a lovely day outside. Why not use your lunch break to go for a walk in the park? Find a nice tree and let yourself fall asleep sitting beneath it."