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A week later, Geeta found herself once again dwelling on her recent meeting with Aphrodite (whom she thought of as Lakshmi, but it will ease the reader's task if we use the goddess's name with which the reader is most familiar), as well as her first encounter with the goddess. These encounters had forever changed her life.
"I'm sorry," said Geeta, snapping out of her reverie. "I'm having trouble focusing today. What did you just ask?" Geeta has started therapy a couple of weeks after Aphrodite had told her to cease working as a prostitute. She had gone to her family doctor for a referral, and was given the name of a psychotherapist with a practice on St. Clair. Two weeks away from the trade had been enough of a break for Geeta to realize that she had been profoundly damaged by her experience as a prostitute. She wondered how she would ever be able to properly connect with a man - she had very little respect for them generally, and hated them for the way they had made use of her body over the last few years. She knew of course that Aphrodite could easily sort out the problem for her, but Geeta also thought that the goddess would be more inclined to help if Geeta did her utmost to help herself, and so she had embarked on a difficult (and expensive) course of therapy, three times a week, each session an hour. Her parents were accustomed to Geeta being at work after school on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, and so they noticed no change in her routine.
It helped that Geeta had been extremely lucky in the therapist she found. Dr. Ilena D'Ascanio was a perfect match for Geeta. Ilena had explained in their very first session that the therapist and her patient had to be suited for each other. It did not matter how good the therapist was if the necessary communication with the patient could not be established. And so their first hour together had mainly been spent educating Geeta about the process and what to expect.
The second session had torn Geeta apart. She had not been prepared for the speed with which Ilena had broken through her defences. Indeed, it seemed Geeta had no defences at all where her therapist was concerned. Geeta's innate secrecy, strengthened by her desperate need to hide from everyone around her the fact that she was a prostitute, had simply evaporated a few minutes into the session, and she found herself telling her therapist secrets that only a few weeks before she thought she would take with her to the grave. Geeta had broken down repeatedly, shocked at just how deep was the pain she felt inside. It helped that Ilena was utterly imperturbable, her demeanour calm at all times. Geeta was relieved to find in her therapist no condemnation of her, no disgust - just calm acceptance. The second session had taken place on a Friday, and Geeta was puzzled at just how frantic she was to see Ilena again - it was torture having to wait for their next scheduled session on the following Monday. When the appointed time finally arrived, Geeta had explained her strange, desperate neediness, wanting to know what it meant.
"It's a sign of a process called 'transference'," explained Ilena. "You are transferring to me the feelings you had as an infant for your own mother. This is common enough in therapy - indeed, we cannot make progress without it. But it is somewhat unusual for the process to start so quickly." This was an understatement - Ilena had never seen someone come unhinged so quickly as did Geeta in their previous session, and to find that the process of transference was well on the way was a further surprise.
With this start to the therapy, things had progressed well over the next few months. And now, almost three months into their work, Ilena was rather satisfied with their progress. The only think troubling the therapist was that she knew Geeta was hiding something. Patients always hid things, but very often Ilena could get a rather good idea of the secret, based on cues the patient inadvertently gave. But with Geeta, Ilena had no idea what was being hidden. The girl was so open about everything, and yet clearly there was something very important that was not being said. Ilena knew this related to Geeta's decision to leave the sex trade, but she had figured out no more than that. And she would not be learning any more today. The hour was almost up, and although Geeta was her last patient this evening, and although she would not have minded spending additional time if they were making progress, Ilena saw that Geeta was somewhat tired and distracted, and it would be best to pack it in for the night. She said as much, and the two got up to leave. They headed for the elevator and the parking level inside the medical building where Ilena practiced.
Ilena knew that it was not good practice for her to allow a patient into her car for any reason, even if it was to give a teenage girl a ride to the subway station after dark. Being in the company of a patient in any way at all outside of the office could be damaging to the therapy, for it could break down the nature of the doctor-patient relationship. But the doctor felt that the benefits outweighed the risks. By giving Geeta a ride after dark, it made it easier for the girl to continue what had proved to be very difficult therapy - three times a week was quite a lot. But the benefits were greater than Ilena realized, for tonight, the fact that Geeta was with her was to save her life.
Unknown to the doctor, waiting in the parking garage were several nasty thugs - criminal scum of the lowest order. One of them knew Ilena, and both hated her and lusted after her. Shiv Sharma was in his early twenties and had a borderline psychopathic personality - indeed, that is what Ilena had concluded in a report she had written three years before, when the court had appointed her for the purpose of examining Sharma. She was in her late twenties at the time, a relatively new graduate, but her brilliant thesis and assistant professorship at the U of T medical school had made her an obvious choice when the prosecutor's office had been looking for an expert witness. On reading her report, the presiding judge had had no difficulty concluding that Sharma was a dangerous offender and had sentenced him to remain in prison for life, subject only to a regular review every three years to see if he still posed a danger to the public. Now Ilena had not been fooled by Sharma's charming exterior - she had easily slipped past the walls he built up, so effectively that Sharma had assaulted her, despite the fact he was in handcuffs at the time. He had quickly been clubbed unconscious by the prison guards and the doctor had come to no harm.
Unfortunately for Ilena, the prison psychiatrist who reviewed Sharma's file for the parole board three years later reached a different conclusion than her. He spent all of twenty minutes with the young man, and quickly concluded that he posed a low risk of resuming his life of crime. And so Sharma had been paroled, and within days he had decided that he should pay a visit to that shrink bitch who'd tried to ruin his life. Like any normal male, Sharma had been impressed with the doctor's beauty, for she was a classic Italian beauty - long, flowing black hair, brown eyes, average height, olive skin and a wonderful body - indeed, Ilena had been well aware of Sharma's eyes appraising her during their interview.
Sharma's intentions for Dr. Ilena D'Ascanio were straightforward enough. He planned to rape her, then murder her. It was a Friday night, the underground garage virtually empty of vehicles, the lighting rather poor. Sharma was impulsive and lacked the ability to plan effectively (that being the reason he had been caught so many times by the police), and so it was just sheer luck that he chose to attack his target in a place where he was very unlikely to be caught. The building was small - only six stories - and so there was no night security guard, no cameras or alarms in the parking area, no emergency phone. But Sharma had learned a little bit from his incarceration, and he had brought a couple of friends with him for back up, just in case he needed it.
Sharma and his two thug friends waited patiently, smoking and whispering to each other from time to time. It was very cold in the garage, it being late February. The garage was fairly quiet, the traffic sounds from outside penetrating weakly through the walls. No danger they would be heard, that's for sure. Suddenly a door slammed, and Sharma motioned to his friends to be silent. They were hidden behind a concrete wall, right next to the car that Sharma knew to be his targets. They waited as they heard footsteps approaching - two sets of footsteps, in fact, and Sharma was pleased with himself for bringing friends - he would have been beside himself with rage if he'd have had to call off his attack. And now it was time.
Sharma stepped out from behind the wall just as Ilena was putting her keys in the lock. His left hand went over her mouth, his right around her neck, and effortlessly he picked up the poor woman, her feet flailing helplessly. Geeta, who looked up in astonishment, recovered instantly, and screamed at Sharma let Ilena go. But the two thugs went after her immediately, and in an instant, both women were brought to the side of the concrete barrier, and after a few slaps and some rough treatment, were both bound and gagged, seated on the floor of the garage. Geeta had been raped before, and she had come through the experience well enough - she knew she could deal with it. She wondered how Ilena would handle it, though. Ilena often counselled rape victims, but being one was rather different.
But Ilena was not worried overmuch about being raped. No, her concern was quite different. She had recognized Sharma instantly, and she had no illusions at all about what was to happen. She was not going to survive this encounter. She understood Sharma very well.
Sharma was simply crazed with lust - both the normal kind, and blood lust. He wanted the doctor right then and there. He and his friends had agreed that he would have the doctor first, and once he was done with her, they could do as they pleased with her. He had not told his buddies that at the conclusion of the festivities, he would murder the doctor, and on videotape, too. But now there was a bonus - a second victim, younger and even more beautiful. A discussion ensued, and the three men agreed that Sharma would have the doctor all to himself, and the other two would share the girl. This having been decided, the men got to work.
They'd agreed they'd leave the gags on for now - just on the off chance anyone else came into the garage. Sharma approached Ilena, and without subtlety of any kind, pulled her to her feet, took off her jacked and tore open her blouse. His hand rested on the front of her bra. Then he paused, looking down at the woman, and after a moment, Ilena looked up at him. He saw exactly what he wanted to see, for the psychiatrist's eyes were filled with mindless fear. He smiled at her, and with one harsh tug removed her bra. Ilena's perfect breasts spilled out before him, beautiful 38D, the nipples very large and dark. With a strange gentleness he took the twin orbs in his hands, cupping them and kneading them as if he were checking out a pair of melons in the grocery store. Then he placed the doctor on the cold floor of the garage, and lowered his head to a nipple, gently sucking it into his mouth.
Sharma planned on being very rough indeed - the long knife he'd taken from the halfway house where he now lived was going to come in very handy. But the pain was going to come after the sex. And so he was oddly gentle with Ilena, working back and forth between her breasts, giving each nipple its due. The cold of course would have brought Ilena's nipples to erectness if Sharma's eager mouth had not, and he was most gratified at what he saw. He loved long, thick nipples, and the doctor's were exceptional.
His two friends were far more hasty. Raj already had his cock out - he had wasted no time at all. Devon helped out by kneeling on the Indian beauty's hands, his hands working roughly on her tits while she squirmed beneath the two attackers. They chuckled quietly at Geeta's pathetic attempts to scream under her gag. Hearing the sounds, Sharma turned and saw what was about to happen. He lifted up Ilena head roughly by her hair.
"Shrink bitch, watch what's happening to your friend - it'll give you an idea of what's coming for you."
And so Ilena had been forced to watch as Raj slowly fed his 7 inch specimen into the beautiful teen's waiting cunt. Poor Geeta had been fucked only once since quitting the massage parlour (in Alice's apartment, after Alice had departed with the goddess, she and Thompson had made passionate love on the couch), but that had been a week before, and she simply was not used to having a man inside her. She had easily handled larger organs, but the man felt huge, and she was barely lubricated. She felt herself being stretched, and then the man was in her to the hilt, thrusting back and forth with terrific enthusiasm. She wanted to stop the pain, and was trying to make herself lubricate, fantisizing about other sexual experiences. It helped that her other attacker was now working on her nipples, and after a while, her juices began to flow somewhat, making it easier for her to accommodate the penis invading her.
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