Haunting Hallucinations
Session #1: In Order to Succeed, You Must First, Uh, Take Your Shirt Off and Second, Give in to Desires
Val’s POV
Okay, I don’t mind the female’s touch. I’m not gay or anything. But this woman was freaking me out and she made it clear that she was in control. She was the one with all the power and she could make me - and Nathan - pay.
Naturally we both had to go along with what she told us to do and we loyally did. We would have to try and think of this as “help.” And we didn’t exactly want to learn what would happen if we put up a fight or anything.
She began to unbutton my dress shirt slowly and pushed both sides down each of my arms. She yanked the tie around my neck, pulling me up to my feet. I could smell her intoxicating perfume as she bear hugged me, pulling the shirt off the rest of the way. Then she looped it around my wrists, trapping my arms behind me.
She backed away and sent me a flirtatious wink, tapping the tip of my nose.
“Uh…” I questioned, pulling at the unique “shirt” bondage. I was trying to wrap my head around what this chick doctor was planning for me. For us.
“Lesson one, you must take your shirt off!” she exclaimed and shoved me back against the desk.
I landed awkwardly on my bound arms and winced, yelping with a sharp pain. She put her hand on my chest and gradually gripped onto the necktie again. She fooled around, moaning and groaning. I tried to get comfortable, but I couldn’t seem to get to that feeling or point.
“Come on and speak to me, Valeri!” she cooed, letting go of the tie and finally loosening it and slipping it up and over my head and set it on the desk to the side. “Don’t worry. I won’t use that yet.” So it was for later? Great!
“Пожалуйста, остановите это. Мне не нравится это. (Please, stop this. I do not like this.)”
“Russians are the sweetest and best kind!”
“Прекрати! (Stop it!)”
“Oh, I love it when they beg and plead!”
“Отстань от меня! Пожалуйста! Мне не нравится это. Я хочу оставить. Остановить это безумие, пожалуйста!! (Get off of me! Please! I do not like this. I want to leave. Stop this madness, please!!)”
“Baby Russian!” Dolphi mused, as her hands glided up and down my chest, running wildly over my athletically toned body.
“Stop!!” I screamed. “I want-I want go to back home!” I knew my English was probably bad or wrong, but at this point I didn’t care. I was too freaked out to think right.
She cradled my face in her hands and held me still. “Valeri.”
I began to sob, tears flooding my eyes. “Я не хочу! (I don’t wanna!)” I screamed over and over again.
Dolphi gazed into my eyes, sternly. “Valeri, pull yourself together.” She slid one of her hands down my bare chest and to my crotch. She grabbed me there, roughly. I could see her teeth grit together like she meant to be forceful and assert her dominance. Like she wanted me to know that if I didn’t listen to her and stop, she would hurt me.
I shook my upper body, trying to get the shirt off of my wrists. I could see that Nathan wasn’t sure what to do. He seemed to know the poor guy - me - was in pain, but he couldn’t move. I could only think that he was too horrified to move. He was finding himself only able to stare and watch with helplessness at me.
“Don’t make me go on to “Lesson 2” yet. Though with you, my sexy little Russian, I may have to!” She licked her lips, grabbed me by my shoulders and flipped me over on my back. “Damn boy, you got flow and sexiness!”
What the hell kind of psychologist place was this? Where had Landy, Benny and Segs taken us? And how the hell would we escape?
She continued on with the “session” and the “lessons”.
I felt her breasts brush against my bound wrists, as she leaned over my back. Her hands were still gliding over my skin, caressing my body: my back, ribs, abs, spine...all of it. Every part of me she seemed to claim as her own. She was like a cat, marking her territory with her touch.
I suddenly felt her head nuzzle to the right side of mine. Something wet and warm tickled my earlobe, as she literally marked me...with her tongue. The thought of her licking my ear made me uncomfortable. I wriggled underneath her, but she angrily moaned into my ear and I felt one of her hands violate my privacy once more.
Almost immediately they returned to their wild adventure of caressing me and my upper body to no end. Her warm breath stroked my right ear, as her soft and rather sultry voice whispered, “Lesson two, speak with your mouth and tongue…” She allowed her voice to trail off, as I could hear her heavy breathing and sense her taking in my aroma.
I bit my lip and felt one of her hands slide down my spine and slip into my jeans. She delve deeper and I could feel her fingers running teasingly over my butt.
“Go ahead and speak to me in Russian, sweetie.”
I didn’t want to. But she slid her hand over and ran her finger along my crack. I was jolted into fright and loyally did as she told. “Пожалуйста, остановитесь. Пожалуйста, пожалуйста, пожалуйста. (Please, stop. Please, please, please.)” I begged her. I pleaded with her to stop. I didn’t like this at all!
She eventually stopped teasing me with her fingers and removed her hand from inside my pants. The hand returned to caressing with its partner. She began to sing into my ear.
“Я тебя люблю уже с пяти часов
Я сижу и выжидаю звук шагов
Мне с тобой ещё чуть-чуть до облаков
Наверно.”
She gently pulled me back up to my feet. I cocked my head with interest. She knew Russian? She was singing a Katya Lel song. I could see Nathan looking oddly at us, still too horrified to move. And at the moment I didn’t blame him if he wanted to be incognito.
Dolphi ran her right hand over my gold chain that I wore around my neck as a “good luck charm” and her left hand up and down my arms, which were still helplessly bound behind my back. And that was another thing that was interesting, how could my shirt work this well as an item of bondage? But I didn’t think about that long, as I was brought back, but the woman’s seductive caresses on my skin once again. She continued with the song:
“Я сижу на подоконнике и жду
Сердце объявило голове войну
А подруги говорят мне ерунду
Ты верный.”
Her nose brushed against mine. I felt like a more helpless version of Alexander Ovechkin in the music video. Unlike my country’s brethren, I wasn’t able to fight back or move my hands.
“Пускай говорят, я глупая
И что я живу минутами
Разбитая и безумная
Я люблю тебя.
Пускай говорят, я сложная
Ты знаешь, что там под кожей я
Наивная, но ещё твоя
Я люблю тебя.”
She kept fondling me like Ovechkin in music video. Seriously, what the hell kind of therapy was this? If anything, this “therapy” was scarring me more.
“Я как будто бы забыла все слова
Мне казалось, в мире нету честного
Мне казалось, я одна на весь мир
А ты рядом.
Ты ко мне навстречу едешь на метро
Двести двадцать — это между нами ток
Слепо доверять любви — наивно, но
Так надо.”
The psychologist crazy woman began to mimic Katya Lel’s moves as she backed away from me, dancing and singing in complete bliss. Then she would occasionally come back up and fake kissing or making out with me, getting super close to my face with her mouth and warm breath. I tried to control my emotions and swallow the fear I felt.
“Пускай говорят, я глупая
И что я живу минутами
Разбитая и безумная
Я люблю тебя.
Пускай говорят, я сложная
Ты знаешь, что там под кожей я
Наивная, но ещё твоя
Я люблю тебя.”
She walked me back to the wall and pinned me against it with one hand pressed over my left breast. She hissed, “Сядьте и остаться, как хороший хоккеист. (Sit and stay, like a good hockey player.)” I did as told, as I watched her walk, well, strut off from me.
She strutted over to my Avalanche friend and grabbed him by his neck tie. She hummed the instrumental part of the song, as she stripped him of his suit jacket and loosened his white dress shirt up.
Then she dragged him over to the wall, using his tie as a leash. She yanked him around her and shoved him against the wall, beside me. We shared a quick look.
As she sung the next verse of the song, the woman removed the necktie from Nathan in a sexy, stripper type way and then bound the Colorado player’s wrists with the material, pinning his arms behind him.
“Я сижу на подоконнике и жду
Сердце объявило голове войну
А подруги говорят мне ерунду
Ты верный.”
She between both of us, caressing and fake making out. It was sexy, but at the same time, freaky as hell.
“Пой со мной!” Dolphi exclaimed, looking at me. Then she snapped her head to the side and looked at Nathan. “Sing with me!”
“Пускай говорят, я глупая
И что я живу минутами
Разбитая и безумная
Я люблю тебя.
Пускай говорят, я сложная
Ты знаешь, что там под кожей я
Наивная, но ещё твоя
Я люблю тебя.
Наивная, но ещё твоя
Я люблю тебя.
Я люблю тебя.”
“Пускай говорят, я сложная,” I whispered, not being able to help myself.
She finally kissed me on the lips. Then she turned and kissed Nathan on the lips. And it didn’t seem to phase her at all that she was basically a “puckbunny” or “puckslut”...a “hockey whore.”
“Speak with your mouth...and tongue…”
I watched her, as she moved backward and took the Avalanche player and forced him across the room to the other side of the desk and adjacent to the couch. There she appeared to do something to him, which I could not quite see. This woman kept her office dim and in a romantic mood lighting.
I took the moment to try and break my shirt bondage, but as soon as I got focused and almost managed to slip the knotted hold, she returned to me and smacked me hard across the face. Then she gave me a rough, hard kiss and squeezed my crotch again. I yelped in shock and pain, which earned me another form of punishment. She brought her hand back and spanked me firmly.
“Не делай так больше, Валерий! Плохой мальчик! (Do not do that again, Valeri! Bad boy!)”
Wow! She DID know Russian! I was impressed...kind of.
“Now, Russian baby, I’m going to move onto lesson 3 with you.”
I nodded, but whimpered, “Where Nathan? What you do with him?”
She snorted, smirking and ran her fingers through my hair, gazing deep into my blue eyes. “It’s no big deal. I don’t want him to intrude on our personal time, Val. Besides, I am respectful of privacy during lesson 3.”
That didn’t sound too comforting...or like fun.
Dolphi once more draped me over her desk. She demanded that I don’t move or I would get punished again, but this time worse. I obeyed her. She released my wrists finally and I started to drop them to my side, when she snapped, “Держите руки на месте! (Keep your hands in place!)”
She opened her drawer, as I shakingly clasped my hands together behind me. I heard her rummaging through her drawer, as she thought aloud to herself. And I was pretty sure she was doing in on purpose in some kind of sick and twisted foreplay talk. “Tape or rope?”
“Я собираюсь связать тебя сейчас! (I’m going to tie you up now!)”
“Отпусти меня. Я не хочу быть связанным! Пожалуйста! Я просто хочу, чтобы вернуться в хоккей! (Let me go. I do not want to be tied up! Please! I just want to get back to hockey!)”
“Не шанс возлюбленной! Хотите быть связали веревкой или лентой? (Not a chance sweetheart! Do you want to be tied up with rope or tape?)”
“Ни. (Neither.)”
“Валерий, ребенок, не делают это тяжелее на себя. Теперь, Ответь мне, веревку или ленту? (Valeri, baby, don't make this harder on yourself. Now, answer me, rope or tape?)”
“Я не знаю. (I don’t know)”
“Валерий! (Valeri!)”
“Я не хочу быть связанным!! (I don't want to be tied up!!)”
“Ты должен! (You must!)”
“Почему? (Why?)”
“Потому что я люблю моих людей ... мои хоккеисты ... связаны с веревкой и ленты! (Because I like my men...my hockey players...bound with rope and tape!)”
“Почему? (Why?)”
“Лента или веревка, Валерий! Ответь мне, или я накажу тебя! (Tape or rope, Valeri! Answer me now or I will punish you!)”
“Я-я не знаю…(I-I don't know...)”
“Вы не делаете это легко на меня, Валерий. (You aren’t making this easy on me, Valeri.)” She decided herself, knowing it was never going to get resolved. I heard the door slam shut and I could sense her standing up.
In the peripherals, I could see her set a roll of duct tape on the desk, but she had the rope coil in her hands. She bound my wrists together with it, looping the manila in a “figure 8” motion around them. She pulled the knot tightly, securing my hands in place once more.
“Дай мне немного борьбу, Вал. (Give me a little struggle, Val.)”
I did as told, not wanting to be punished. I tried to slip out of her rope-work, which I found was all but impossible. As soon as she had had enough, I saw her left hand fly out of nowhere and clamp over my mouth. Her right hand seized a grip on my bound arms and lifted me upward, off the desk.
Dolphi shoved me into the chair and I landed feeling the pain shoot through me. I ignored it, as I saw her round me like a shark, sliding her hands along my bare skin, up and down, over and across and over my “lucky” chain. As she did that, her lips found mine and she began to kiss passionately, digging her tongue in and exploring my mouth.
“Что такое урок 3? (What is lesson 3?)” I asked, as she made out on my mouth and soon face, slobbering me like a dog.
“Тише! (Hush!)” she moaned into my mouth.
Her fingers were unbuttoning the button of my pants and I felt it come undone, followed immediately by my zipper. She slid off of me like a snake and before I knew it, my shoes, socks and pants were removed from me. They were pushed to the side into a pile and shoved under the desk.
Dolphi got to her feet and removed her shirt and short skirt now. And soon she was clad in only her under garments and I was in only my boxers.
“Lesson 3 is “you got to thrust yourself into success.” Just let it go and give in!”
I was pretty sure she was in her own little slice of heaven now. She was beyond Cloud 9, more like on Cloud 99!
As she continued to “devour” me, there was a moment when one of her hands shot to the side, but I barely saw what had happened, as he arm and hand came back to me. I really felt like Ovechkin in the video now! Damn!
“And lesson 4 is, “screw it, hot stuff!” I’m going to rock your world, Valeri! Shayba!!” She threw her head backward and let off a girly squeal. My eyes were on her and I didn’t realize that she had grabbed the roll of tape. She’d torn a piece off and now raised it up and stuck it over my lips, before I could even protest.
The palms of her hands smoothed out the edges, making the material stick in place and I could only whimper and squirm, going absolutely nowhere. I watched her, as she snatched up my necktie and looped it back around my neck.
I was kind of curious as to what she was doing and had planned, but at the same time, I wasn’t approving of the you know what over my mouth! It made me feel extra helpless and who didn’t love being gagged by an insane woman psychologist?
I don’t know why, and I knew that it was pathetic and wasn’t going to do much, but I screamed. I yelled into the tape covering my mouth. What I wanted to say was, “Help me!” or “Помоги мне!” I wanted Tyler or Jamie or Sergei, anyone to find me!!
And then it hit me...maybe she wasn’t a psychologist at all? Maybe Dolphiana Caffrey was forced to do this or hired by someone to do this? Maybe she was doing the work for the man or men who had attempted to poison us? And with that thought, I panicked. I kicked, which made the woman punish me once more and tape my ankles together, so that I mimicked the struggle of a worm on dry land or a fish out of water. But I didn’t care, as I continued to buck and thrash about madly.
The session slowly came to an end and I was released from the tape and sketchy items. The psychologist gave me a farewell kiss and whispered how great I was into my ear. I was scarred, emotionally and physically. I was pretty sure that I wasn’t a “девственница (virgin)” anymore.
She ordered me to sit down on the couch and I did. I was afraid to find out what she would do with me if I didn’t obey her.
Dolphi patted me on the head like a dog and then went over to where she’d vanished with Nathan. I was curious to know where he had gone. I peered around the side of the couch and glimpsed just enough to see that she’d tied him up to something in the ceiling. I didn’t need to see anymore than that. I spun back around and just tried to put my mind on something else.
After a little success, Dolphi returned to me, leading Nathan MacKinnon behind her. He was bound at the wrists and being pulled like a horse, with the rope as some kind of leash. He didn’t make eye contact with me and I didn’t blame him about that. I would be horrified just as much as him. And he hadn’t gone through the “therapedic rape” yet.
From the look of things though, he was about to experience it. Dolphi grabbed my wrist and yanked me off the couch to my feet. She released the end of the rope that she held Nathan with, in the process. Then she led me to where I’d seen Nathan strung up. She bound another long rope around my wrists, securing them and then looped the free end up and over a bar attached to the ceiling. Now, like Nathan, I was strung up and helpless to go anywhere. My muscles already ached from being restrained so much and fortunately, the numbness had just kind of settled in. I watched her leave me alone once more.
I pulled at the rope, but realized it was no use. Instead, I just remained there, tethered to the bar to await her return when she was finished with Nathan. From where I was, I heard nothing...or at least nothing loud. The noises were faint and I couldn’t tell what was going on, thank goodness.
After a few minutes, Dolphi returned and released me. She untied the rope around my wrists and led me back to the couch. She sat me down, where Nathan was already sitting. His hair was a mess and he looked scarred. He was staring at something unseen. I knew the feeling.
“You were both good and fun, I look forward to the next session. Especially you, my handsome Russian.” She reached out and patted my cheek. I grumbled, unamused, but didn’t fight her. “Jo told me I’d approve of you!” Dolphi continued on. “And he was right!”
That made Nathan and I share a look. Jo!?
“Jonathan Drouin, Jo?” Nathan squeaked out, gulping.
Dolphi smirked. She tapped my nose, as she giggled and nodded. “Jo’s my friend!”
Okay, I don’t mind the female’s touch. I’m not gay or anything. But this woman was freaking me out and she made it clear that she was in control. She was the one with all the power and she could make me - and Nathan - pay.
Naturally we both had to go along with what she told us to do and we loyally did. We would have to try and think of this as “help.” And we didn’t exactly want to learn what would happen if we put up a fight or anything.
She began to unbutton my dress shirt slowly and pushed both sides down each of my arms. She yanked the tie around my neck, pulling me up to my feet. I could smell her intoxicating perfume as she bear hugged me, pulling the shirt off the rest of the way. Then she looped it around my wrists, trapping my arms behind me.
She backed away and sent me a flirtatious wink, tapping the tip of my nose.
“Uh…” I questioned, pulling at the unique “shirt” bondage. I was trying to wrap my head around what this chick doctor was planning for me. For us.
“Lesson one, you must take your shirt off!” she exclaimed and shoved me back against the desk.
I landed awkwardly on my bound arms and winced, yelping with a sharp pain. She put her hand on my chest and gradually gripped onto the necktie again. She fooled around, moaning and groaning. I tried to get comfortable, but I couldn’t seem to get to that feeling or point.
“Come on and speak to me, Valeri!” she cooed, letting go of the tie and finally loosening it and slipping it up and over my head and set it on the desk to the side. “Don’t worry. I won’t use that yet.” So it was for later? Great!
“Пожалуйста, остановите это. Мне не нравится это. (Please, stop this. I do not like this.)”
“Russians are the sweetest and best kind!”
“Прекрати! (Stop it!)”
“Oh, I love it when they beg and plead!”
“Отстань от меня! Пожалуйста! Мне не нравится это. Я хочу оставить. Остановить это безумие, пожалуйста!! (Get off of me! Please! I do not like this. I want to leave. Stop this madness, please!!)”
“Baby Russian!” Dolphi mused, as her hands glided up and down my chest, running wildly over my athletically toned body.
“Stop!!” I screamed. “I want-I want go to back home!” I knew my English was probably bad or wrong, but at this point I didn’t care. I was too freaked out to think right.
She cradled my face in her hands and held me still. “Valeri.”
I began to sob, tears flooding my eyes. “Я не хочу! (I don’t wanna!)” I screamed over and over again.
Dolphi gazed into my eyes, sternly. “Valeri, pull yourself together.” She slid one of her hands down my bare chest and to my crotch. She grabbed me there, roughly. I could see her teeth grit together like she meant to be forceful and assert her dominance. Like she wanted me to know that if I didn’t listen to her and stop, she would hurt me.
I shook my upper body, trying to get the shirt off of my wrists. I could see that Nathan wasn’t sure what to do. He seemed to know the poor guy - me - was in pain, but he couldn’t move. I could only think that he was too horrified to move. He was finding himself only able to stare and watch with helplessness at me.
“Don’t make me go on to “Lesson 2” yet. Though with you, my sexy little Russian, I may have to!” She licked her lips, grabbed me by my shoulders and flipped me over on my back. “Damn boy, you got flow and sexiness!”
What the hell kind of psychologist place was this? Where had Landy, Benny and Segs taken us? And how the hell would we escape?
She continued on with the “session” and the “lessons”.
I felt her breasts brush against my bound wrists, as she leaned over my back. Her hands were still gliding over my skin, caressing my body: my back, ribs, abs, spine...all of it. Every part of me she seemed to claim as her own. She was like a cat, marking her territory with her touch.
I suddenly felt her head nuzzle to the right side of mine. Something wet and warm tickled my earlobe, as she literally marked me...with her tongue. The thought of her licking my ear made me uncomfortable. I wriggled underneath her, but she angrily moaned into my ear and I felt one of her hands violate my privacy once more.
Almost immediately they returned to their wild adventure of caressing me and my upper body to no end. Her warm breath stroked my right ear, as her soft and rather sultry voice whispered, “Lesson two, speak with your mouth and tongue…” She allowed her voice to trail off, as I could hear her heavy breathing and sense her taking in my aroma.
I bit my lip and felt one of her hands slide down my spine and slip into my jeans. She delve deeper and I could feel her fingers running teasingly over my butt.
“Go ahead and speak to me in Russian, sweetie.”
I didn’t want to. But she slid her hand over and ran her finger along my crack. I was jolted into fright and loyally did as she told. “Пожалуйста, остановитесь. Пожалуйста, пожалуйста, пожалуйста. (Please, stop. Please, please, please.)” I begged her. I pleaded with her to stop. I didn’t like this at all!
She eventually stopped teasing me with her fingers and removed her hand from inside my pants. The hand returned to caressing with its partner. She began to sing into my ear.
“Я тебя люблю уже с пяти часов
Я сижу и выжидаю звук шагов
Мне с тобой ещё чуть-чуть до облаков
Наверно.”
She gently pulled me back up to my feet. I cocked my head with interest. She knew Russian? She was singing a Katya Lel song. I could see Nathan looking oddly at us, still too horrified to move. And at the moment I didn’t blame him if he wanted to be incognito.
Dolphi ran her right hand over my gold chain that I wore around my neck as a “good luck charm” and her left hand up and down my arms, which were still helplessly bound behind my back. And that was another thing that was interesting, how could my shirt work this well as an item of bondage? But I didn’t think about that long, as I was brought back, but the woman’s seductive caresses on my skin once again. She continued with the song:
“Я сижу на подоконнике и жду
Сердце объявило голове войну
А подруги говорят мне ерунду
Ты верный.”
Her nose brushed against mine. I felt like a more helpless version of Alexander Ovechkin in the music video. Unlike my country’s brethren, I wasn’t able to fight back or move my hands.
“Пускай говорят, я глупая
И что я живу минутами
Разбитая и безумная
Я люблю тебя.
Пускай говорят, я сложная
Ты знаешь, что там под кожей я
Наивная, но ещё твоя
Я люблю тебя.”
She kept fondling me like Ovechkin in music video. Seriously, what the hell kind of therapy was this? If anything, this “therapy” was scarring me more.
“Я как будто бы забыла все слова
Мне казалось, в мире нету честного
Мне казалось, я одна на весь мир
А ты рядом.
Ты ко мне навстречу едешь на метро
Двести двадцать — это между нами ток
Слепо доверять любви — наивно, но
Так надо.”
The psychologist crazy woman began to mimic Katya Lel’s moves as she backed away from me, dancing and singing in complete bliss. Then she would occasionally come back up and fake kissing or making out with me, getting super close to my face with her mouth and warm breath. I tried to control my emotions and swallow the fear I felt.
“Пускай говорят, я глупая
И что я живу минутами
Разбитая и безумная
Я люблю тебя.
Пускай говорят, я сложная
Ты знаешь, что там под кожей я
Наивная, но ещё твоя
Я люблю тебя.”
She walked me back to the wall and pinned me against it with one hand pressed over my left breast. She hissed, “Сядьте и остаться, как хороший хоккеист. (Sit and stay, like a good hockey player.)” I did as told, as I watched her walk, well, strut off from me.
She strutted over to my Avalanche friend and grabbed him by his neck tie. She hummed the instrumental part of the song, as she stripped him of his suit jacket and loosened his white dress shirt up.
Then she dragged him over to the wall, using his tie as a leash. She yanked him around her and shoved him against the wall, beside me. We shared a quick look.
As she sung the next verse of the song, the woman removed the necktie from Nathan in a sexy, stripper type way and then bound the Colorado player’s wrists with the material, pinning his arms behind him.
“Я сижу на подоконнике и жду
Сердце объявило голове войну
А подруги говорят мне ерунду
Ты верный.”
She between both of us, caressing and fake making out. It was sexy, but at the same time, freaky as hell.
“Пой со мной!” Dolphi exclaimed, looking at me. Then she snapped her head to the side and looked at Nathan. “Sing with me!”
“Пускай говорят, я глупая
И что я живу минутами
Разбитая и безумная
Я люблю тебя.
Пускай говорят, я сложная
Ты знаешь, что там под кожей я
Наивная, но ещё твоя
Я люблю тебя.
Наивная, но ещё твоя
Я люблю тебя.
Я люблю тебя.”
“Пускай говорят, я сложная,” I whispered, not being able to help myself.
She finally kissed me on the lips. Then she turned and kissed Nathan on the lips. And it didn’t seem to phase her at all that she was basically a “puckbunny” or “puckslut”...a “hockey whore.”
“Speak with your mouth...and tongue…”
I watched her, as she moved backward and took the Avalanche player and forced him across the room to the other side of the desk and adjacent to the couch. There she appeared to do something to him, which I could not quite see. This woman kept her office dim and in a romantic mood lighting.
I took the moment to try and break my shirt bondage, but as soon as I got focused and almost managed to slip the knotted hold, she returned to me and smacked me hard across the face. Then she gave me a rough, hard kiss and squeezed my crotch again. I yelped in shock and pain, which earned me another form of punishment. She brought her hand back and spanked me firmly.
“Не делай так больше, Валерий! Плохой мальчик! (Do not do that again, Valeri! Bad boy!)”
Wow! She DID know Russian! I was impressed...kind of.
“Now, Russian baby, I’m going to move onto lesson 3 with you.”
I nodded, but whimpered, “Where Nathan? What you do with him?”
She snorted, smirking and ran her fingers through my hair, gazing deep into my blue eyes. “It’s no big deal. I don’t want him to intrude on our personal time, Val. Besides, I am respectful of privacy during lesson 3.”
That didn’t sound too comforting...or like fun.
Dolphi once more draped me over her desk. She demanded that I don’t move or I would get punished again, but this time worse. I obeyed her. She released my wrists finally and I started to drop them to my side, when she snapped, “Держите руки на месте! (Keep your hands in place!)”
She opened her drawer, as I shakingly clasped my hands together behind me. I heard her rummaging through her drawer, as she thought aloud to herself. And I was pretty sure she was doing in on purpose in some kind of sick and twisted foreplay talk. “Tape or rope?”
“Я собираюсь связать тебя сейчас! (I’m going to tie you up now!)”
“Отпусти меня. Я не хочу быть связанным! Пожалуйста! Я просто хочу, чтобы вернуться в хоккей! (Let me go. I do not want to be tied up! Please! I just want to get back to hockey!)”
“Не шанс возлюбленной! Хотите быть связали веревкой или лентой? (Not a chance sweetheart! Do you want to be tied up with rope or tape?)”
“Ни. (Neither.)”
“Валерий, ребенок, не делают это тяжелее на себя. Теперь, Ответь мне, веревку или ленту? (Valeri, baby, don't make this harder on yourself. Now, answer me, rope or tape?)”
“Я не знаю. (I don’t know)”
“Валерий! (Valeri!)”
“Я не хочу быть связанным!! (I don't want to be tied up!!)”
“Ты должен! (You must!)”
“Почему? (Why?)”
“Потому что я люблю моих людей ... мои хоккеисты ... связаны с веревкой и ленты! (Because I like my men...my hockey players...bound with rope and tape!)”
“Почему? (Why?)”
“Лента или веревка, Валерий! Ответь мне, или я накажу тебя! (Tape or rope, Valeri! Answer me now or I will punish you!)”
“Я-я не знаю…(I-I don't know...)”
“Вы не делаете это легко на меня, Валерий. (You aren’t making this easy on me, Valeri.)” She decided herself, knowing it was never going to get resolved. I heard the door slam shut and I could sense her standing up.
In the peripherals, I could see her set a roll of duct tape on the desk, but she had the rope coil in her hands. She bound my wrists together with it, looping the manila in a “figure 8” motion around them. She pulled the knot tightly, securing my hands in place once more.
“Дай мне немного борьбу, Вал. (Give me a little struggle, Val.)”
I did as told, not wanting to be punished. I tried to slip out of her rope-work, which I found was all but impossible. As soon as she had had enough, I saw her left hand fly out of nowhere and clamp over my mouth. Her right hand seized a grip on my bound arms and lifted me upward, off the desk.
Dolphi shoved me into the chair and I landed feeling the pain shoot through me. I ignored it, as I saw her round me like a shark, sliding her hands along my bare skin, up and down, over and across and over my “lucky” chain. As she did that, her lips found mine and she began to kiss passionately, digging her tongue in and exploring my mouth.
“Что такое урок 3? (What is lesson 3?)” I asked, as she made out on my mouth and soon face, slobbering me like a dog.
“Тише! (Hush!)” she moaned into my mouth.
Her fingers were unbuttoning the button of my pants and I felt it come undone, followed immediately by my zipper. She slid off of me like a snake and before I knew it, my shoes, socks and pants were removed from me. They were pushed to the side into a pile and shoved under the desk.
Dolphi got to her feet and removed her shirt and short skirt now. And soon she was clad in only her under garments and I was in only my boxers.
“Lesson 3 is “you got to thrust yourself into success.” Just let it go and give in!”
I was pretty sure she was in her own little slice of heaven now. She was beyond Cloud 9, more like on Cloud 99!
As she continued to “devour” me, there was a moment when one of her hands shot to the side, but I barely saw what had happened, as he arm and hand came back to me. I really felt like Ovechkin in the video now! Damn!
“And lesson 4 is, “screw it, hot stuff!” I’m going to rock your world, Valeri! Shayba!!” She threw her head backward and let off a girly squeal. My eyes were on her and I didn’t realize that she had grabbed the roll of tape. She’d torn a piece off and now raised it up and stuck it over my lips, before I could even protest.
The palms of her hands smoothed out the edges, making the material stick in place and I could only whimper and squirm, going absolutely nowhere. I watched her, as she snatched up my necktie and looped it back around my neck.
I was kind of curious as to what she was doing and had planned, but at the same time, I wasn’t approving of the you know what over my mouth! It made me feel extra helpless and who didn’t love being gagged by an insane woman psychologist?
I don’t know why, and I knew that it was pathetic and wasn’t going to do much, but I screamed. I yelled into the tape covering my mouth. What I wanted to say was, “Help me!” or “Помоги мне!” I wanted Tyler or Jamie or Sergei, anyone to find me!!
And then it hit me...maybe she wasn’t a psychologist at all? Maybe Dolphiana Caffrey was forced to do this or hired by someone to do this? Maybe she was doing the work for the man or men who had attempted to poison us? And with that thought, I panicked. I kicked, which made the woman punish me once more and tape my ankles together, so that I mimicked the struggle of a worm on dry land or a fish out of water. But I didn’t care, as I continued to buck and thrash about madly.
The session slowly came to an end and I was released from the tape and sketchy items. The psychologist gave me a farewell kiss and whispered how great I was into my ear. I was scarred, emotionally and physically. I was pretty sure that I wasn’t a “девственница (virgin)” anymore.
She ordered me to sit down on the couch and I did. I was afraid to find out what she would do with me if I didn’t obey her.
Dolphi patted me on the head like a dog and then went over to where she’d vanished with Nathan. I was curious to know where he had gone. I peered around the side of the couch and glimpsed just enough to see that she’d tied him up to something in the ceiling. I didn’t need to see anymore than that. I spun back around and just tried to put my mind on something else.
After a little success, Dolphi returned to me, leading Nathan MacKinnon behind her. He was bound at the wrists and being pulled like a horse, with the rope as some kind of leash. He didn’t make eye contact with me and I didn’t blame him about that. I would be horrified just as much as him. And he hadn’t gone through the “therapedic rape” yet.
From the look of things though, he was about to experience it. Dolphi grabbed my wrist and yanked me off the couch to my feet. She released the end of the rope that she held Nathan with, in the process. Then she led me to where I’d seen Nathan strung up. She bound another long rope around my wrists, securing them and then looped the free end up and over a bar attached to the ceiling. Now, like Nathan, I was strung up and helpless to go anywhere. My muscles already ached from being restrained so much and fortunately, the numbness had just kind of settled in. I watched her leave me alone once more.
I pulled at the rope, but realized it was no use. Instead, I just remained there, tethered to the bar to await her return when she was finished with Nathan. From where I was, I heard nothing...or at least nothing loud. The noises were faint and I couldn’t tell what was going on, thank goodness.
After a few minutes, Dolphi returned and released me. She untied the rope around my wrists and led me back to the couch. She sat me down, where Nathan was already sitting. His hair was a mess and he looked scarred. He was staring at something unseen. I knew the feeling.
“You were both good and fun, I look forward to the next session. Especially you, my handsome Russian.” She reached out and patted my cheek. I grumbled, unamused, but didn’t fight her. “Jo told me I’d approve of you!” Dolphi continued on. “And he was right!”
That made Nathan and I share a look. Jo!?
“Jonathan Drouin, Jo?” Nathan squeaked out, gulping.
Dolphi smirked. She tapped my nose, as she giggled and nodded. “Jo’s my friend!”
Notes
Uh....no comment on this chapter....this is the last of the "gross" category stuff. I promise. How messed up is this?? Jonathan Drouin, man.
Next up: Oh....great....Jo.....
How awesomely evil is Jonathan Drouin??!! Haha! He's EVIL! Sid trained him! ;)
11/4/14