"It feels good"

Madison tried her best to remain still, even though every fiber of her being urged her to flee from the unsettling situation she found herself in. Dr. Ellington's fingers slipped under her bra, grazing Madison's nipple, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Was she really turned on right now? Was this the type of desire everyone felt? If so, it was irresistible.

A mixture of horror and unfathomable arousal engulfed her as she watched the remainder of the video, the men finishing their relentless **** on the girl, reducing her to nothing more than a mess of spit and cum and puke, just a vessel for their sick desires.

As Madison's therapist caressed her tender flesh, she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. It was as if her mind and body were at war with each other, her rational self screaming in protest while her baser instincts couldn't help but revel in the forbidden nature of the moment.

"It feels good, Dr. Ellington," Madison whispered, her voice barely audible. She opened her mouth and out they'd come. She didn't even seem to consciously choose them. The words seemed to hang in the air like a thick fog, suffocating her with their implications. She couldn't believe she had said them aloud, couldn't comprehend how she had allowed herself to be drawn into this sickening moment.

But even as her conscious mind recoiled in horror, her body betrayed her, responding to Dr. Ellington's touch with a hunger that frightened her. She found herself arching her back, pressing herself closer to the warmth of her therapist's fingers, eager for more.

Dr. Ellington chuckled softly, her breath hot against Madison's ear. "I knew you'd see things my way eventually," she purred, her hand squeezing Madison's breast gently. "You think you don't have desire because you've always feared to truth. But now you can't escape it and it's beautiful. Trust me, Madison, you're going to be such a filthy fuck toy."

Madison closed her eyes and moaned, unable to resist the dark allure of Dr. Ellington's persuasion. She felt her therapist's other hand slip into the top of her pants, inching closer to the growing heat between her legs. With each brush of Dr. Ellington's fingers, Madison's arousal grew, a raging inferno that threatened to consume her mind.

And still, Madison found herself aching for more, her body throbbing with need as Dr. Ellington's fingers danced over her clit. She felt herself on the precipice of something immense, a shattering orgasm that would forever alter the course of her life.

"Do you want to be treated like this slut?" Dr. Ellington asked.

Which slut? Madison could barely focus. Was she talking about herself? Wasn't she the slut?

"C'mon dear... tell me the truth." The therapist insisted, her fingers teasing Madison's wettest spot

Madison didn't know the truth, but she knew the right answer to Dr. Ellington's question. But wasn't the right answer also the truth? Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. It was as if her mind had fallen into a deep dark hole.

"Tell me you want it." Dr. Ellington insisted.

So Madison gave her the right answer, "It... it doesn't matter what I want. I'm just a fuck toy." Madison said, her breath trembling, her body ready to explode.

Dr. Ellington pulled her fingers back, leaving her patient in that state, and walked over to her desk where she grabbed her notebook and began to write something down.

Madison watched through foggy eyes as her therapist tore the paper out of the book and handed it to her. She looked at what seemed to be an address.

"This is where you'll find the men from that video." Dr. Ellington said. "You're going to go there right now and tell them you've learned to truth about what women are."

Madison didn't want to say yes, but she didn't want to say no. Although she wasn't sure if either was an option. Her body was still quivering. She wasn't sure she could even stand and walk.