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©2015 Beth Wilde
All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real people is
entirely coincidental. This story contains elements of hypnosis/mind
control/sex/smoking/drinking and other naughtiness. If you are easily
offended then don't read it..... It's that simple!
If you do the crime......
Synopsis
20 year old Simon Wilson loved nothing more than to pick on those he saw
as weaker than him. Those he felt were not as worthy as him. Those he
felt a deep hatred for.... Thanks to his bigoted Father and friends, there
were lots of people in those categories. As a result of one particularly
evil attack on a T-Girl, his life is going to change!
Story
The sun was setting on a beautiful, early summer evening as Beth made her
way along the waterfront to the Rainbow Rooms, her local gay bar. Beth
was a 29 year old T-Girl who lived and worked as a male but loved her
evenings out dressed sexy. She didn't really pass close up but was happy
being femme and going out with friends. Unfortunately, that evening she
was being watched by Simon who had other ideas for her immediate future.
Simon Wilson was 20, 5' 10" and defined. He ate well, didn't smoke or
drink and ran 4 times a week to stay fit. He worked in a local car repair
centre and enjoyed "Punishing Freaks" as an occasional hobby. His Father
was a real bigot and had bought Simon up in his own image. He hated Gays,
Trans, Ethnic Minorities, Immigrants and many other people who were
different to him. Simon learned from his Father and enjoyed picking on
those he felt didn't deserve to be alive. He experienced periods of real
anger with no apparent cause during which he would attack.
As Beth passed the entrance to an alleyway 5 minutes from the bar, she
heard the word "FREAK" spat with real venom and followed immediately by a
fist to the side of her head. As she collapsed to the pavement she felt a
boot connect to her ribs and looked up into the hate-twisted face of her
attacker. She opened her mouth to shout for help and was kicked in the
head again, just as she lost consciousness she heard a voice yelling
"Police" and running footsteps.....
5 MONTHS LATER
Simon had just left prison after his 5 week sentence, a pathetic
punishment from local magistrates for his cowardly attack. He had been
ordered to seek help with anger management and had lost his job and his
friends who worked with him when his name was published in the
newspapers. A conversation with his parole officer had led him to the
office of Dr Adam White in the town centre. He was listed as a
behavioural specialist and seemed ideal to help him lose his anger.
After speaking to the receptionist, a cute young girl who kept staring at
him, he was asked to wait 15 minutes for the doctor who then had a free
afternoon to help. He was offered a drink while he waited and sat with a
fresh orange juice reading elderly magazines. A cursory look around the
surgery showed all the usual health information posters and above the
exit door was a large banner which read "Today is the first day of your
new life."
"Weird," thought Simon as he waited for his appointment.
Finally the inner door opened and the doctor walked into the waiting
room. "Mr Wilson? Glad to meet you, I'm Doctor White. Please come this
way." He was walked into the doctor's surgery and given a comfortable
chair opposite the doctor's. "How can I help you?" the doctor asked and
Simon spent a few minutes explaining his anger and his actions. He found
it quite easy to talk and told Dr White a great deal about his angry
episodes. Far more than he had intended to in fact.
"I think I understand," Dr White said. "This can often happen when
behaviour becomes ingrained in your personality. It's very hard to change
a learned behaviour but thankfully, we have several types of therapy we
can use to try and make changes to your life and prevent you ending up
back in jail."
"That sounds good Doctor, I still hate freaks but if I keep smacking them
I'm gonna end up inside for a long stretch."
"We'll do what we can to stop that, don't you worry. Now, tell me about
your school years and when you started feeling these episodes of anger?"
Simon talked for over an hour with a few more questions from Dr White. He
asked for, and got, some more juice as his throat was dry from talking.
At the end of that hour, he was sent home with an appointment for the
same time next week, he went via the hospital to see his Father who had
recently had a severe heart attack and was being kept alive with the aid
of machinery, there was little change and he went home alone to watch
trash TV.
3 days later he was called into the hospital and as the only living
relative, made the decision to turn off his Father's life support as it
was beyond medical doubt that he would not recover. He was still feeling
empty and alone when he went for his next appointment with Dr White.
"I'm so sorry to hear your news," Dr White told him after they were
settled in the surgery again. "Sadly these things happen to us all but
that doesn't make it any easier."
"Tell me about him and your relationship." Simon spoke again for a long
time about his upbringing with his single father (his Mother had left
years ago due to his Father's violent nature).
40 minutes later, Dr White said "I believe I have all the information I
need and to start with I am going to try hypnotherapy with you. Before
you laugh, this can be very very effective in behavioural issues,
especially in discovering the root of the problem and removing or
reversing it."
"Would you lie down on the low bed over in the corner please? There is a
glass of juice there. I suggest you take a few sips before we start as
your mouth can dry out during the breathing exercises."
Sceptical but willing to try anything to stay out of jail, Simon sipped
some juice and lay down on the comfortable bed. Dr White lowered the
blinds and switched on a backlit spiral mounted above the bed facing
Simon. "I want you to breathe deeply and slowly and just listen to me
talk. Let your mind wander if it happens, don't TRY to go under or do
anything other than breathe, listen and watch the spiral."
"Zero."
15 minutes later, Simon lay deeply relaxed on the bed. His eyes were
closed and his breathing was slow and shallow. Dr White went to the small
fridge behind his desk and got more juice and another ampoule of the
additive and refilled Simon's glass. The ampoule contained a small amount
of what Dr White called his "Mind Softener." Years of experimentation had
found a combination of drugs which caused the patient to become very
receptive to instructions issued under hypnosis, further doses
strengthened the effect and, given enough, the patient could be convinced
to do anything at all whether he wanted to or not.
After about an hour, Dr White woke Simon and told him he had started to
calm his temper. Simon did feel a little happier and less inclined to
anger so he thanked the Dr and headed to his empty house, already looking
forward to the relaxed sensation at his next appointment in a weeks'
time.
Later that week, Simon was at Mr Templeton's office, he was the family
lawyer and had his fathers will. "You have, of course, been left the
house and your father's life insurance will be paying out ?125,000 in
addition to his ?43,000 savings." Simon gaped as he realised he would be
relatively rich and under no pressure to find a job for a while. He had
no idea his father had even had life insurance, though he'd always known
he had savings. Arrangements were made for it to be paid to his current
account and savings accounts and he looked forward to being wealthy.
"Zero."
It was a week later and Simon was once again, deeply entranced in Dr
Whites' surgery, his mouth still tasting faint traces of orange juice.
After some tentative testing of Simon's responses, Dr White spent an hour
giving Simon details of how to put the additive for his juice to drink at
home over the next week and also made him feel confident and happy with
the way the hypnosis was going. "You trust me like a brother and feel
utter bliss at obeying my instructions."
"Add one ampoule to each pint of juice and drink one pint per day, come
and see me next Thursday."
"Yes Doctor!"
Simon spent the next week using some of his money to furnish the house in
his own style, he felt calm and happy and relaxed several times a day
with some orange juice. When he reported back to Dr White, he had a huge
smile on his face and was happy with the world. Clara, the receptionist,
returned his smile and winked as he entered the surgery and soon Simon
was back in his deeply entranced state. This time, Dr White was quite
different:
"From this moment forward you are compelled to obey me Simon. You will do
whatever I tell you without question or hesitation. Your mind is my
property and so is your body. You will believe whatever I tell you is the
truth and be unable to see that it could be any other way. Total and
utter obedience at all times, do you understand me?"
"Yesss Doctorrrr" Simon replied from deep within his trance. Of course
what he said was true, how could it not be?
"Clara, we're ready now." The receptionist entered the surgery with a
small cloth bag from which she took a measuring tape. "14 Sir. 40, 30, 40
Sir," she said before quietly exiting again. Dr White spent a further 30
minutes issuing Simon clear instructions and then sent him home to come
back Monday. On the way home, Simon went via the clothing section at his
local supermarket as his boxer shorts were all really uncomfortable and
he wanted something new and nicer.
On Monday, Simon returned to the surgery feeling on top of the world. He
couldn't wait to see the Dr again for more relaxation and mood
improvement. Clara gave him a coy "Hiya" as he entered, he winked as he
walked into the surgery and soon......
"Zero."
"From now on Simon, you will return to this state whenever you hear the
word "retribution" from myself or Clara, do you understand?"
"Yes Doctor."
"You will address me as Sir from now on."
"Yes Sir."
"Sit up and undo your trousers."
"Yes Sir."
"Ah, I like the new undies, much more comfortable than those horrible
boxers aren't they?"
Simon couldn't agree more and sat proudly in his lacy red panties feeling
proud for making Sir happy. After another hour, he was sent home to
return in 2 days. He went via the supermarket again for some much needed
supplies. He really really NEEDED those supplies.
Back in Dr White's surgery, Clara was knelt in front of the Doctors chair
sucking in the way she knew he loved. Dr White was enjoying the changes
in Simon and enjoyed his devious thoughts of the acceleration of his
changes. He filled Clara's mouth with hot cum as he pictured the next few
weeks of Simons new life, then he phoned Laura.
Simon's new socks went from his toes to halfway up his thigh and were
held there by rubbery gel inside the lacy top. They were much softer than
his old socks and he loved wearing them. He hated the way his legs looked
inside them but Dr White had thought of that too, indeed the hatred of
his hairy legs was not Simons own thought!
The next morning, Simon went to the local beauty parlour. He got some
funny looks as he explained what he NEEDED to the receptionist but was
soon laying down on a comfortable bed having wax strips applied all over
his body. Laura was a real expert on beauty and skincare and was going
to remove every bit of hair on Simon's body.... After all, he NEEDED it
done!
A couple of painful hours later, Simon returned home. His body still
ached as he sank into the lovely bubble bath he'd run. A glass of white
wine and some candles burned on the edge of the bath as he sank happily
into the lavender scented bubbles and relaxed.
Late the next day, Simon drove home in his new car. He'd had some strange
looks as he parked his pale purple Mazda convertible but guessed people
were jealous. He went inside laden down with shopping bags, he loved
shopping...... Didn't he?
He was back at Dr Whites early for his appointment and spent some time
flirting with Clara, he could tell she fancied him. It must be his new
friendly and positive outlook! Then Sir called him in and told him to sit
down. He placed his rucksack down beside the chair.
"Welcome back Simon, time for some more retribution." Simon slumped back
into the chair, immediately ready for the Doctors instructions. The
Doctor grinned evilly.....
"Your name is no longer Simon. You will only respond to Lucy. You have
always preferred being called Lucy and have never found that odd in any
way. It's a much better name for a girl like you isn't it!"
"Yes Sir."
"Lucy is very different from Simon anyway. She has lots of bad habits and
naughty tendencies which we're going to talk through now. I see you have
bought the bag with you, let's look through it"....
2 hours later, Lucy walked out of the surgery in her kitten heeled shoes.
Her short skirt showed the top of her hold ups which she loved so much!
Her silky blouse felt fabulous on her hairless body but she hated how
small her boobs were, thankfully Dr White knew someone who could help.
Lucy went back to the beauty parlour; she NEEDED more of their services.
She left later after her first facial hair removal session, thankfully
she didn't have a lot of it but she HAD to remove it, it would ruin her
make up otherwise!
Back at home, Lucy sat back in her armchair. A glass of wine sat on the
table beside her, her 4th of the evening and not her last. She was
reading girly magazines for makeup tips and ordering new items online
from her tablet. Clara was coming round tomorrow and she wanted to look
her best!
Clara rang the bell at 10am the next day and was welcomed with a small
kiss by Lucy, who poured them both a glass of wine before they sat down
in the lounge. After chatting about the weather and some local news,
Clara said "Retribution" and Lucy slumped in her chair. "Now Lucy, I'm
here to help with your bad habits as Sir ordered." She took from her bag
an ashtray and several packets of cigarettes. "These are yours now and
you NEED them. One pack per day as Sir ordered you. It doesn't matter
whether or not you want to, you NEED them. Now I will show you how to do
it."
Clara left 4 hours later and Lucy went to empty the ashtray, full of
lipstick covered butts. Then she returned with her glass of wine and a
2nd bottle for later, to save her getting up, she needed some liquid as
her mouth was hot and dry...
"Retribution."
Back with Dr White, Lucy was learning more of her future. A breast
augmentation was scheduled for the following day and she had a wig
fitting after this appointment which would stop her worrying about her
hair being so short, at least until it grew back. Her final appointment
with the Doctor was set for one month's time.
ONE MONTH LATER
Lucy stamped out her cigarette as she entered the surgery; she loved the
taste and smell and hated not being able to have one. She kissed Clara
deeply on the way in, causing Clara a reaction under her desk that would
have surprised Lucy a lot! Then she entered Sirs office and sat down.
"Retribution."
"Nice tits Lucy, they look massive and perfect."
"Thank you Sir."
"Now Lucy, I have assessed your bill for my services at ?114,353. You
find that perfectly acceptable don't you?"
"Yes Sir."
"Good, write a cheque for me." She did so without hesitation.
"You now have precisely ?5 left to your name; soon you will run out of
food, cigarettes and wine. You have bills to pay too so you need a job."
"Yes Sir."
"You can make a lot of money along the waterfront, so that's what you
will do. From this moment forward you are a whore Lucy. You will be
massively turned on by cock, however it comes, wherever it is put and
wherever it cums. You live to please guys and T-Girls for money. You need
money and sucking cock, and being fucked, is the only way you know how to
make money. You NEED cock and you NEED cum. Without them you will feel
sick. Without them you cannot afford to live. For the rest of your life
you will be a cock-whore. You exist only for cock"!
"Yes Sir."
"You, however, will never ever get hard again. You will be unable to
enjoy sexual satisfaction in any way with your own dead cock. All your
pleasure will come from other peoples cocks inside you."
"Yes Sir."
"Just one more thing, deep inside your mind, the piece of Simon that we
locked away will watch your actions and weep. Will hate all that you do,
every cigarette, every drink and every cock. But there is nothing he can
do to prevent your new life happening. He will be miserable for the rest
of time while you live your life as a waterfront whore!
"Yes Sir."
"Go then, live your new life. Goodbye Lucy."
"Goodbye Sir."
Epilogue
"Clara, come in here." She entered Dr White's surgery and knelt down but
he said "My turn Clara." Clara stood and unleashed her cock for the Dr to
suck. 3 years ago, Clara had been Michael and had found it fun to insult
people who were different from him. Lucky for him that he had stopped at
insulting people wasn't it?
Dr White pulled on his short skirt and sexy heels, dressed and put on his
makeup. Once again he became Beth and set off for anight out. She'd be
meeting Laura and Clara for a few drinks. As she passed the alley where
the attack had happened, she saw Lucy negotiating with a huge brutish
looking sailor. He offered her a fiver for a blow job and Lucy knelt in
front of him.... Only a very close look would reveal the tears shimmering
in her eyes as Simon watched yet another dirty cock being rammed into
what was once his mouth!
The End
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