The first test subject

It took a few days before John could have his very first patient. Phoenix was clearing it with the rest of the X-Men at the institute, giving them some spill about him being some hidden genius that couldn't afford the degree and needed a lucky break. Meanwhile, while that was going on, John was reading a bunch of how-to guides in psychology. He didn't think he'd be totally ready for his first patient, but he'd hopefully have the basics down. Which would hopefully be enough for the first patient not to kill him.

Sadly for John, the day was upon him as he nervously re-read all the important parts he'd bookmarked in his how-to books. As he sat there in his office waiting for his very first patient to arrive. His nerves were a bit fried, as he was so worried he'd say the wrong thing that would ruin everything that was possible.

All things considered, he was dealing with the equivalent of Vietnam vets with possible PTSD. I mean, what do you think happens when you go fight giant robots every day when you aren't being dragged into other dimensions by otherworldly horrors? To be honest, it was probably a miracle they weren't having panic attacks every time they heard a toaster go off.

Though Phoenix's story on what happened to Charles still freaked him out something with that many tentacles shouldn't exist, it had actually fueled a few of his nightmares lately. Poor guy, god only knows what the thing did to poor Charles Xavier or what it's still doing to him. "No, John, you got to stop thinking about that and get ready for your first patient." John said to himself before he visibly shook himself and quickly went back to his quick steady session before the Phoenix sent him his first patient.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the building, Rina Logan, better known as Wild Thing, was getting ready for her session with John. She was doing this by having Jean go over the rules with her. Of course, from her perspective, that's what was happening, but instead what was actually happening was Phoenix was putting ironclad commands directly into her mind to make sure she'd rather take a dip in a vat of acid than lay a finger on John.

Once that was complete, John's safety was guaranteed. She then put in a general feeling of lust that would grow over time. This would be the Phoenix's seed of corruption, as Rina's lust for John consumed her in a way unique for her. Now they just had to wait and see how that lust would take shape.

"Is she ready, Mistress?" Charlia asked, waiting to the side in her usual secretary outfit. Phoenix simply looked at her, nodded, and waved at the two of them to go. Charlia quickly guided Rina out of Phoenix's office and at a double pace to John's office, eager to begin Rina's first step to lustful enslavement to master John.

The two made it to John's office, and Charlia quickly knocked on his office door. "Sir, your first patient is here. Are you ready to see her?" Charlia said in an even and professional-sounding voice, not a hint of the lust she felt coming through at the feeling about what was going to happen to Rina soon.

"Yes, I'm ready. Send her in." John was saying, but before he could finish, the door slammed open and a wild thing walked in, aka Rina. She had short hair for the most part with strands in the center of it that were long and going down her back. She had a slim waist, average tits, and a tight ass. Honestly, she kind of looked like female Wolverine if he was being honest.

"While good to see your eager to start. Take a seat while I pull out some paperwork before we get started." John said in an even tone, surprising himself with how calm he sounded. Rina snorted and walked over and sat down in the chair opposite John without really looking at him.

Ignoring the rather flippant and rude attitude, John pulled out her paper work. Glad he stowed away the how-to guides just a few moments before he heard the knocking. He began to look through her file, and he didn't like what he saw. First thing, she looked a lot alike, Wolverine, because she was his daughter. Her dad being Wolverine and her mother being Elektra.

Apparently Elektra was an elite assassin that was paid to have a one-night stand with Wolverine. So that their kid would have both their powers and skills. The kid born from the union, named Rina, was supposed to work for Elektra bosses till old Elektra got killed by her assassin rival bullseye not too long after giving birth to her, and in her dying breath she admitted to a friend about Rina's existence. So someone went and saved her from whatever assassin group Elektra was a part of at the time.

The problem was Wolverine wasn't really ready to be dad. So he kind of just dumped her on the school well, pretending she was just another student. To make this whole situation worse, Elektra didn't stay dead; she got resurrected somehow and went legit. Now she's a well-known superhero helping people all over the world. The problem there is Elektra wants to leave her evil assassin days behind her, which includes the weapon she was ordered to give birth to, which in this case was Rina.

So sufficed to say Rina Logan has abandonment issues as well as an attitude problem. She also has weird as well as terrifying abilities because instead of getting her father's metal claws, she instead has weird psychic energy claws that she got from her mother that destroy your mind when they hit. So John very much didn't want to fuck this up because he didn't want to find out what psychic claws would feel like when they shattered his mind on contact.

So John quickly put down the papers he had been looking at and put his full focus on Rina. "So Rina, how are you today?" John asked in a gentle voice, figuring he'd start with her day and go from there. Hoping this would get him started on the right foot.

" Good." Rina growled that single word response before she took a deep breath of the air, deeply inhaling for some reason. John decided to ignore her strange need to inhale the air so deeply in his office for whatever reason.

"Well then, what would you like to talk about? Has there been anything bothering you lately?" John asked, hoping to get that ball rolling on this first session, but Rina denied that with the perfect maneuver. A simple shrugging of her shoulders and taking another deep inhale from his direction for a still unexplained reason.

While crap, now she was stonewalling him, and he didn't really have another safe conversation starter. While John thought to himself, you got to bite the bullet at some point considering she wasn't giving him any other options. "How is your relationship with Professor Logan going?" John asked, getting ready to duck under the desk.

Rina's neck audibly snapped as her head snapped forward, suddenly staring him deeply in the eyes. Her eyes almost shot for a moment. But then she settled down as she took in another breath of the air. Making sure to really inhale the scent of the room as she did. He was really going to need whatever scent they sprayed his office with, as Rina seemed to be really addicted to it.

"We're doing fine." Rina said in a somewhat strangled voice. Which told John and well anyone else who was listing that their relationship wasn't fine. But he really didn't have a way to keep the conversation going on that topic. That's when he noticed something he hadn't before. Each time she'd inhaled deeply, she got just a bit closer to him. So with nothing else to go on, he decided to try something **** to make any kind of headway.

"Well then, since it's fine, I'll drop that subject for now then. But to be blunt, I have noticed you do have problems with abandonment. So how about as a way to help you with that? You sit on my lap, and for the rest of the session, we just enjoy each other's company while I do some paperwork." John said, figuring that there must be some kind of candle or perfume on his desk that she liked, and he could use that to face her as she sat on his lap to get the intimacy she would have lacked as a child.

The ironic truth of the situation was that John had no lewd intentions; he was just grasping at straws to try and help the woman across for him, trying to do as good a job as he could with what little she would give him. The same could not be said for Rina, as her X-Men name Wild Thing could tell you she acted more on animal instinct than anything else. Which meant in this case that the corruption planted by the Phoenix turned her own instincts against her.

Which meant as she had walked into John's office, which was now thourly filled with his scent, she found herself filled with the urge to mate and submit to John, which she resisted with all her might. Sadly for her, the more air she took in, the worse it got for her. She wanted to flee, but she couldn't, as that would also be a submission of its own, which would be the end of her. It would break her as a person, making her into nothing more than a submissive beast.

So when John offered her to sit in his lap, she wanted to scream at him to stay the fuck away from her. Sadily, instead she sealed her doom by just nodding and walked over to him, then proceeded to sit in his lap while inhaling his scent, which was destroying her brain like it was the most natural thing in the world.

So John did paper work with a silent but heavy-breathing Rina on his lap. John's paper work was just a practice sheet for therapists to try hypothetical situations. Eventually, though, John got brave enough to try and pat Rinas head, figuring that would help with the paternal bond he was trying to establish. Rina immediately froze, not moving a muscle, as John gently patted her head and began to slowly put his hand through her hair.

Eventually though, it became too much for Rina, and she let out a silent cry as John suddenly felt something wet on his leg and then got a large wet spot on his knee. Soon after that little accident from Rina, the session came to a close with Rina running out while panting and John shouting after her. "Remember, I'm always here for you!" John screamed out, trying to show he would be here for her.

Charlia, who had been waiting outside, promptly walked over to John to ask how it went and why exactly Rina was running as fast as her legs could carry her. "So did everything go alright for your first session, John?" Charlia asked in her usual professional demeanor, though she had a gentle smile on her face that seemed to be silently cheering on John.

"I don't know. I hope I made progress with helping Rina through her problems, but I'm not sure if I accomplished anything." John said with a frown before giving out a depressed sigh. Charlia gave him a gentle smile and a pat on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, John. I'm sure you did great. But just to be sure, what're you trying to accomplish in this session?" Charles asked in a gentle voice, hoping to find out what John's intentions were for Rina.

"While I was trying to be a kind of father figure by having her seat on my lap. You know, be the parent she never had, or at least get the association started so she would open up." John said in a huff, figuring he probably failed considering she'd run out of the room.

"Well, don't you worry; I'm sure you succeed. I'll track her down though to make sure there were no misunderstandings." Charlia said with a confident smile. John nodded happy that she'd look into it for him as he waved her to go after Rina.

Charlia quickly tracked down Rina, who was in a tree line on all fours, rubbing herself as she drooled like a dog. "Hmmm, it looks like he turned you into his bitch. Lucky for you, Rina, he expects Daddy's little girl. So I'll have to fix that." Charlia said in a cold, uncaring voice at seeing the lewd, feral state Rina was in as she used what little psychic power she had left from her rebirth to correct Rina's corruption.

Soon enough it was done, and the corruption was corrected instead of turning Rina into a sloppering bitch that would have humped John's legs to signal she wanted his dick. Rina would now be slowly molded into a daddy little girl, and Charlia was looking forward to the next session. To see the next of her descent into debauchery.

The women then went their separate ways. Rina went back to her room to clean herself up, and Charlia went back to the Phoenix to report on all that had transpired. All the while, poor John thought he was truly helping a broken, scarred girl.