Therapy continues, and back to the cell

"Now Ollie, we don't want to add another layer of trauma. Mona here clearly isn't ready for this stage of therapy. Please sit down." Lisette said, marking something on her notebook. He glared down at the hallucinating girl who held her scrub pants with a **** grip. He shifted suddenly, pushing her legs up to her chest. Mina looked down to see that the back of her pants had slid down. He leaned against her, his erection pressing against her exposed ass as he fumbled with the drawstring. "Ollie, I said sit down." she said again, ringing the bell.

He gritted his teeth and the thin mask of civility he wore broke. Mina thought she saw his face twist into a wicked grimace with red eyes and froth on his cracked lips. He pushed his scrub pants down, and she felt his cockhead press against her asshole. Mina released the hold on her pants. It didn't matter now anyway. Lisette rang the bell again, visibly worried that he wasn't stopping. Mina closed her eyes as she felt his smooth cockhead part her anal ring and three inches of his shaft slipped inside of her.

"You see Mona, even with the therapy and the medication, nothing can bind the human drive for closeness." Lisette said as Ollie leaned heavily into her, driving his cock deeper into her body. "The doctor's methods might seem ****, but I assure you they are the most effective tool for rehabilitation the psychological community has ever seen. How are you doing?" she asked. Mina was taking deep, slow breathes as she felt him start to slide his cock in and out of her. It didn't hurt, not like before.

"I...I'm not scared of him; and it...ahh! It doesn't hurt anymore..." she said with a slight slur as her mind screamed. It was as if she were watching herself from a deep, dark pit. No matter how much she cried out for her mind to focus, the sensations from her body flooded over her. Her mind drifted as his slow penetrations drove deeper and faster into her...

"Mona? Mona are you paying attention?" Lisette said, her hand on her shoulder. She opened her eyes to see Ollie awkwardly stuffing his erection back into his scrub pants. She shifted in her seat as she pulled her pants back up over her thighs as he stumbled back to his seat, wiping sweat from his forehead. "You see? You were relaxed and accepting. Please also note that once his mind was focused on the idea, he didn't respond to the bell until he had achieved his goal. See how he follows commands now that his mind is clear again?" Lisette leaned in closely and whispered into her ear. "If you want to make it off this island, you have to wait until the moment you can take control. Do you understand?" she said. Mina didn't understand, but nodded anyway.

"Very good. That will be all for this session. Ollie, you did very well. Thank you for your assistance. Mona, Ryan is here to take you to your room for the evening. From what I've seen, there is no reason you can't be among the low risk population. I'll recommend moving you tomorrow if your progress continues."

Moments later, she was being wheeled back into the elevator. They traveled down to the sub basement, and Mina saw immediately that any funding Donovan had received had been used exclusively to update and remodel the upper floors for patients that chose this as a "retreat." The floors were wet, bare concrete and the bars on the cells were old and rusted. There were ten cells per side with a wide walkway going down the middle. Flashes of the ship entered her mind as Ryan unlocked the door to her holding room. It was damp, dark, and smelled of mold and madness. He helped her to the stained, bare mattress and turned to leave. Mina saw him glance back at her with a sadness in his eyes. He shut the door and looked as if he were going to say something, but decided against it.

She sat on the edge of the bed, the medication wearing off. She wondered what had just happened. She remembered everything, but **** had made it all cloudy and surreal. The cell was fairly sparse with a metal toilet, the threadbare bed, and a small metal sink. It looked more like a prison cell than anything. The light from the walkway barely made it a foot into her room. The shadows it cast were dark and deep. It was one of those shadows she heard it just as Ryan ascended the elevator.

"Mina..." a voice said from the darkness. Her eyes went wide as a gasp escaped her. It was a voice she knew...