Luju cracked his eyes open when the door had swung open, and the young man turned his head to see Ana come out of the woman's office. He could see his 'mother' waving at him lovingly, completely believing that he was indeed her own son. Ria had really done a number on the poor woman, Luju could just tell. For the most part, though, he was amused. It had been earlier in the day when he had been approached by his sister about playing a new game, not between the two of them but with a student.

From what he understood, this one was the sister of a certain Allirabeth, the very same one he had dealt with in the Basement just earlier. It amused him to be involved in the lives of cousins, almost as much as Ria had been amused by the fact. She had explained her entire plan, spouting out detail after detail, talking about what would happen. He hated to admit it but the game was rather entertaining to think about and he couldn't help but agree to be a part of it. Especially since Ria had wagered that she'd be the one to get to Ana first, not him.

As competitive as he was, Luju hated losing. Especially to his sister. Agreeing to the plan, the demon had agreed to posing as the counselor's son, to win Ana's heart and beat Ria in the battle for her 'soul', as she had put it. True, the entire prospect of being a human's boyfriend was rather off-putting but... If it was only pretend, if it was only to get her to let him fuck her willingly, then he'd go along with it. It wasn't like he was going to fall for her. Ha, perish the thought! No... He'd get in the first strike. Screw Ria and her plan. She could burn in Hell for all he cared. This time, the demon was going to win!

Putting on his most comforting smile, Luju stood up as Ana came closer. "Um, hey. Are you all right?" The young man tilted his head, looking quite worried, given how red the girl's eyes must have been after crying in the office. "I'm Troy, by the way. Troy Anderson. I'm sorry if my mother made you upset in there... Maybe I could buy you some soda? I'd hate to see a pretty girl like you cry." 'Troy' gave Ana his best charming smile, hoping that she'd feel like she wanted to be comforted. "We don't got to talk about anything, even! I'd just like to make sure you're okay and all that."

Ana:
Shallow or not, had he been less good looking, I might have ignored him all together and kept walking, but he was sort of cute and after all the son of the Ms. Anderson. I hated for anyone to see my red swollen eyes, least of all a cute guy, but I smiles back at him. His words tugged at me, “com’on, com’on”, and I paused in front of him.

“Well, I’m alright, thank you, but your, mom, gave me an assignment of sorts, and I was heading there now actually”, I said timidly, dabbing my damp eye lashes, and sniffing a little. “It’s nice to meet you, Troy is it? … but I really should get going”, words lingering as the only strings attacked while my body pivoted, my back to the door, as I took a step away from him. I really didn’t want to go, but I couldn’t really explain this situation to him, and I think the person in room B6 was waiting for me. “Soon though. Maybe next time you are on the campus? Oh, and I’m Ana.”

Luju only smiled in return, trying to keep himself in check. He had to look understanding and nonthreatening. The two of them would be meeting again soon enough. "I'll be on campus tomorrow! Meet me by that big oak tree just outside the dorms, it's the only one there right? I'll bring those sodas too, promise!" He grinned as he waved bye to Ana, stepping into his 'mom's office. He smiled as soon as he was inside, the door closed behind him. The demon was sure she'd be there. No one could really resist satisfying their curiosity, after all. And he had yet to meet the girl that didn't come after seeing his human form. Luju looked at the woman seated at her desk, beaming at him like he was actually her son. Now, that was starting to get aggravating. "Go to sleep, woman..." The demon growled as he snapped his fingers, sending the therapist into a deep sleep just as another student stepped into the office. Ah, well, until his sister was done with her.... He'd have fun with other girls in the mean time. Yes, that would keep the demon happy... Luju could only smirk as he closed in on the unfortunate girl, intending to rape her silly.

Ana:
“Yes … there’s only one”, I said nodding with a shy smile and waving back as he stepped out of sight, and then I turned to leave the office.

Each step replayed the few words exchanged with the new boy. I couldn’t seem to wipe the smile from my face as my legs almost instinctively took me down the hall to my next appt. “Troy …”, I whispered his name, completely distracted from the original reason for my visit to see Ms. Anderson in the first place. The tears left no trace by the time I reached the intended room.

“B6. I guess I’m here”, and as I placed my hand on the doorknob and turned it to enter, the butterflies in my stomach removed the smile on my lips, and reminded me of my “prescription”. Ms. Anderson didn’t go into detail, and I was too distraught at the time to ask any questions. “Hello, I’m here for my appointment”, my mousey voice crept into the seemly empty space as I took my first steps inside. I had no idea what to expect, I just hoped it would be over quickly.

"Come on in, then." The melodic voice rang out from the corner, where a desk sat. Even with the dim lights, the girl would still be able to see her well enough to tell that this one was another female, seeming a bit older than her, with strawberry blonde hair. Gesturing toward the seat in front of the desk, the girl waited until her guest seated herself. "You're Ana, I take it? I just got a call from Mrs. Anderson, saying she was sending someone to see me." Ria, for that was who she happened to be, had taken another form in order to hide her disguise. Unlike her brother, who was stuck using one form, the succubus could use any kind of appearance at will, and she chose to use it to get the advantage in the little wager between the two of them. "So, Mrs. Anderson didn't tell me anything. Seemed to think that it would be best if you did that instead, didn't want to violate the whole confidentiality thing, you know? Now, what can I do for you, Ana?"

I walked slowly, but without hesitation to the chair the woman pointed to. I sat down while glancing from the chair back up at her. I swallowed hard as she asked me to explain why I was there. I had hoped I wouldn’t have to tell the story again. I don’t know why I assumed that, when the purpose of my visit was to free me of it. I suppose it was because I felt so much better already, just even telling Mrs. Anderson about it.

“I … I, thought you were a specialist is this sort of thing?”, I questioned. “And, well, that was why Mrs. Anderson sent me here to see you”, verbalizing my thoughts, as my eyes wondered back and forth between the attractive blond woman and my own twisting hands in my lap. She isn't the "motherly figure Mrs. Anderson is, so I was feeling quite nervous now trying to organize my thoughts.

“I’m here, because I … I have had some experiences, that, I don’t think I should have … enjoyed”, using the doctor’s words, “but I did … enjoy it. And, well … Mrs. Anderson sent me here, so you can help correct that. I think”, my words trailed off, ending with hesitation.

Ria listened as the girl spoke, giving the appearance that she was listening to her by nodding. "I suppose you could say I'm something of a specialist in that... But I can't really help you if you don't go into detail." Ria smiled softly, as if she was trying to be comforting but in truth, she simply wanted those 'scars' of her all fresh and painful because... Well, once she was in a bad enough state, she'd need some comforting and in that path, Ria saw her chance at victory. "Some things are just natural, so there's nothing wrong with enjoying something if it was that good, even if people say it's bad. Don't worry about the opinions of others, Ana. We're here to help you deal with your problems, but we can't do that if we don't know what's wrong exactly. It's a lot like prescribing medicine, really. Everything has its own treatment, and the wrong one can do more damage than the problem." It all sounded so reasonable, especially when Ria used her powers to make them feel that way. "Please, help me help you."

My mouth started to feel dry and I searched for enough saliva to swallow. Gulp. “I, was raped … by a monster, and … as he forced me to … you know, take him inside me, I was aroused”, I said as plainly as I could. I bit my lip, and my clit pulsed as I recalled even the tiniest visual from my memories.

“I liked being bound. I liked the pain … I shouldn’t like the pain”, I spoke with a definitive voice. The concepts of “normal” tried to surface and override the “impure” desires to want more of the same treatment. “… and I crave more of it. I dream of it”, I almost whispered, my words full of embarrassment.

“Can you help me? Help me to get rid of these impure desires?” I looked up at her with glossy eyes.

Ria tilted her head to the side a bit, listening as the girl went on with her explanation, throwing in what she thought about it and how she felt about it. On the inside, she smiled as the girl confessed that she loved it and wanted more of what had happened to her. Her father, Ria saw, had indeed done a number on this one. It wasn't enough that he had raped her, but the bastard had virtually raped her mind as well. Well, the Marquis had to be congratulated on really fucking up this girl. On the outside, Ria betrayed no signs of her internal thoughts and instead only gave the appearance of listening. Once the girl was done, the succubus in disguise got up and moved until she stood beside the student, settling down onto the armrest of the chair Anairah sat in.

"It'll be all right, Ana." She gave the girl a reassuring smile, even as she slid her arm around the student. "I'll do my best to help you, don't worry. Everything will be better, you can count on that. It's always good to talk about what happened. Helps your mind accept it so you can move on. These 'impure' desires of yours, they're not really like that, Ana. You just went through something traumatizing, and the shock of it all is just confusing you, that's all. But, you need to trust me first. If you can't, then there isn't anything I can do for you."

I’m not very good at “reading” people, but she seemed to be listening intently, and truly concerned about me, and my well-being. I liked the comforting words of this stranger. It made me feel like there was a way to escape this fear I had that something was wrong with me.

I faded back and forth to the visions of the story I just told her and her mouth moving, speaking the words she was saying to me. I felt my pussy become damp … “Impure desires of yours” … my nipples could feel his pinch … “Trust me first”… she said.

“I don’t really “know” you really, but what is your name again?” I tried to focus on her, but I couldn’t really remember anyone telling me her name. I assumed it was my confusion that made me forget.

“I trust that you can help me. You are a professional after all, and … I don’t really have issues with authority figures. I will do as you ask me”, I replied sincerely, looking directly into her eyes.

"You can just call me Ria, Ana. You're not the first one to come to me with a story of being used by monsters, but you won't be the only one I can't help. Everyone else who needed my help in getting a grip on themselves, they've gone on to live normal lives again, so don't worry about it." The woman smiled as she gave Ana a reassuring hug, knowing her almost melodic voice would slowly worm into her psyche and relax the girl far better than any drug or pills could. It helped to be able to hypnotize people with the power of your voice alone, after all. "Don't think of me as just a professional or even as another authority figure. Just think of me as a friend, all right? A friend that won't judge you at all and only want to help you... But if you can trust that I can help, then that's a good start." Ria smiled as she stood up and held her hand out for Ana. "Come on, let's go and see what we can do for you, all right? No one's a lost cause, after all!"

Somehow as Ria continued talking to me I became more and more comfortable with her. He appearance was somewhat intimidating when I first set eyes on her, but somehow I felt like it was all for me. I felt like all her focus and energy would really be just for me. As she wrapped her arm around me my shoulders lost all tension, and I was unaware that I even tipped my head into her embrace.

I reached to take her hand in reciprocation, as she started to move away from me. I was drawn to her now, unconsciously needing to be where ever she was going, even though I had no idea what she had planned. “You can call me Ria … Ria”, her voice like music replaying in my mind. “Yes … I trust you … Ria”, I finally replied as our finger tips met.

"Then, come on!" Ria smiled as she led Anairah out of office she had been using and into another room, just as dimly lit as the office had been. It also had a sterile smell to it, like it had been cleaned and scrubbed down often, washing the evidence of whatever had gone on here before. As sterile as a hospital, as cold as a dungeon. Even then, the woman kept her young charge close to her, an arm wrapped around her shoulders, her words echoing in the student's mind. Just before them, there was what appeared very much like a table, only with straps meant for holding people down. "Don't worry, Ana... You know that the best way to get over fear is by confronting what's scaring you. Therefore, the only way you're going to get over your trauma and get some sort of closure is by confronting what happened to you, instead of just hiding from it. Please, get on the table, and don't worry, I won't hurt you, I promise."

I shivered slightly as the goose bumps traveled over my body starting from the back of my neck and flowing to the fingers being led by Ria. Her voice had calmed me before, but as we entered the new room, I became instantly nervous again. She wrapped her arm around me as though she knew I needed extra comforting at that very moment.

The whole room disturbed me, the smell, the temperature, and the table … with restraints attached. “Umm… I don’t know about this”, I softly said looking to the overly sweet “therapist” as she explained her plan of attack. “Please, get on the table …”, she said without any opportunity for me to resist, short of running out screaming. I took a deep breath and let her guide me to the table. It was probably obvious to one who knew these things, but not to me at that panic stricken moment. “Get on … how, exactly?” I asked naively.

Ria giggled at the question, moving ahead of the student and slid her butt onto the table, crossing her legs as she did so. "Like this, silly! I said to not worry, didn't I? It'll be all right, so relax, Ana! I'm just going to help you explore these feelings of yours, the ones you said were impure. Being raped is a horrible thing, I know. But it's never a bad thing to enjoy pleasure. It's natural, just like breathing and eating. We all do it too. There isn't anyone who doesn't enjoy pleasure, even if they all have different ideas of what would be enjoyable." The succubus in disguised patted on the spot beside her, gesturing for Anairah to join her. She already had a monster waiting nearby, with the promises of a student for it to rape. Of course, she had to explain to it that it had to not reveal to the student that it was a monster, otherwise her cover might have been blown. She'd make the student understand that this sort of pleasure wasn't such a bad thing, no matter how many times it took to rape her. That part, she'd certainly enjoy watching. "Don't worry, I won't let anything bad happen to you."