The following story is a simple tale of a man raping a woman. Being a little cagey about the details for...reasons, but the rape is more of a soft rape and not violent. As always real rape is a crime and this is just fantasy. We all know the disclaimer and if you don't just click the x on your browser window because you shouldn't be here in the first place.

And now...

Thanks For The Memories

A ball of fire spinning round and round. Wicked laughter. Hands touching her flesh. Something holding her then suddenly letting go. Water everywhere. A flight of stairs. A sense of overwhelming betrayal and terror piercing her heart.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEE"

Angela screamed and quickly rose up off the floor to find...the washer?

"Oh no," she sighed "Not again."

She looked down at herself and of course she was nude. Angela breathed out a heavier sigh and walked to a floor to ceiling mirror. She carefully checked her hourglass body all over. There didn't appear to be any signs of bruising, but even without bruises something still could have happened. Her long brown soft hair hadn't been damaged in any way she could tell. The only thing that looked damaged were her brown eyes. They looked tired and droopy. "Need to find my phone." Angela swiveled over to the staircase and froze. Something about a flight of stairs was in her memory. This flight of stairs from the basement to the main part of the house. But why the sense of betrayal and terror? Angela shook it off. Whatever it was she needed to find out in a safe environment. And she knew exactly how to do that.

Angela nervously took the stairs and opened the door. The clock on the oven glowed 5:00 AM and illuminated the kitchen in soft light. The kitchen was a mess. "So there was a storm last night" she said sadly. "There just had to be one on a day I black out. So typical of my life." Drips of water were slowly leaking from the middle of the ceiling onto the floor. Angela shivered. It was lucky the water didn't reach the light switch, or she could have electrocuted herself. "I guess that's where the water came from in my memory" she observed. "Have to do something about that too. But first..." Angela carefully navigated through the kitchen into the living room. She picked up a portable landline phone near her favorite chair and dialed her cell phone number.

One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great

"The bedroom" Angela said aloud, thankful that this time her phone was not dead or on silent.

One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
"See, he tastes like you only sweeter"

Angela found her phone charging by the bed. Finally, something going her way. She browsed through her phone. There were no unfamiliar messages or calls. All her contacts were still intact and there weren't any new ones. "So it wasn't a full day blackout this time. Must have just been last night" she thought aloud. Angela went to her contacts list and called the one titled "Therapist."

The phone rang four times before a sleepy voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Dr. Mendax. It's Angela Phillips. I've had another episode."

"Are you injured?"

"Not physically."

"Do you feel like you want to harm yourself or others?"

"No. I'm going to clean up the mess in the kitchen and do yoga if there's time after."

"Good plan. Come to the office in two hours. I'll put you in before my other appointments today."

The relief poured out of her voice "Thank you Dr. Mendax."

Angela completed her tasks and found there was still time to grab a cup of coffee before her appointment. When she arrived at Starbucks, she felt like going inside instead of waiting through the long drive thru line. Indoors turned out to be a pretty good choice because the line was a lot shorter.

"Angela?"

Angela turned to see her best friend Carly behind her. Carly had long blonde hair and blue eyes. The pair hugged, got their coffee, and sat together.

"Do you know if I was with you last night?" Angela asked.

"No, you weren't. Another blackout?" Carly replied.

"Yeah" Angela sadly nodded. Carly gave her a reassuring touch on the arm. The pair were best friends because they both suffered from blackouts without knowing why.

"I remember last night. We talked for a while on the phone until we both went to bed. I had trouble falling asleep. It felt like something was wrong with you, like you were in trouble. The feeling didn't last long though and I eventually dreamed about kittens."

"Yeah" Angela sadly said "I remember up until the point I brushed my teeth. After that..." she shrugged. "Called Dr. Mendax soon as I was able. In fact I'd better get going. He squeezed me in before anyone else today."

"He's awesome like that" Carly nodded. "Be safe."

"You too."

As Angela walked out of Starbucks, her ex boyfriend Brett Meyers bumped into her. "Watch it." she snapped. Brett scowled at her but didn't reply. Thank goodness. Part of her wanted to ask Brett if she was with him last night, but she dismissed that thought as quick as it came. She couldn't trust anything Brett told her. He was a creep who got kicked off the university football team for raping a cheerleader. Hence why he was an ex boyfriend. They couldn't charge him for rape because there was no hard evidence to prove he did it. However, everyone knew that he had done it just like everyone knew O.J. Simpson murdered Nicole. She was actually surprised to see him out in public, but she didn't have time to dwell on it now. Therapy had to come first, then she could deal with everything else later.

Angela drove to her therapist's office. Parking this early in the morning was easy. Most of the good spots hadn't been taken yet. Rush hour would probably start soon. By the time she got out there might be people fighting for her spot. She decided to park in a decent spot to avoid crazy impatient drivers. Angela didn't want to have to deal with that today. As she left the car, she felt a tug on her jacket. Something was preventing her from fully leaving the car. Confused, Angela inspected the offending area. Oh. The jacket had a hole in it that snagged part of the car. "Ok I've figured out 3 of the 7 memories all before even starting the session. He'll be proud of that one."

****

"3 out of 7 memories," Dr. Mendax said with a warm smile. "Recovery from episodes is getting better."

"It was only a night episode because I remember talking to my friend Carly last night before bed." Angela reported. "You know her, she has the same blackouts that I do and comes to you for help like me."

"I can't confirm or deny if someone is a patient" Dr. Mendax said "As to your blackouts, I'm glad they appear to be getting less severe." Dr. Mendax smiled. "Anything else before we proceed?"

"No, I'm ready."

"Alright. I'll get to it then. You are about to be hypnotized as part of your psychological therapy. If at any point during this process you feel uncomfortable you should raise your right hand and we stop the session. If I at any point feel that the therapy should not continue for any reason, I can stop the session at any time. By your verbal agreement you acknowledge that I am about to lull you into a state of semi consciousness where we can explore the reasons behind your frequent blackouts. With luck we might be able to dissect your memories and know what you did last night. Sign on this pad when you are ready."

Angela signed on the electronic pad.

"Focus on a spot on the wall a little above eye level. Take a deep breath in through the nose, hold it and breathe out through your mouth. Again, in through the nose, hold it and out through your mouth as you relax on the exhale. Now, just let your eyes close on the exhale. Good."

She closed her eyes as instructed. Angela felt her body relax slightly. The 7 memories were clear in her mind. The worst of them all, the overwhelming terror, didn't seem as scary in this safe environment.

"Hypno command 3."

Hypno command 3? That wasn't a command she remembered. Confused, Angela tried to open her eyes. Her eyelids were so heavy...So...so...heavy...

"What....going......on."

She could see her therapist through her eyelashes. He had something attached to his forehead now that wasn't there before she shut her eyes. It looked like....

"Spinning....fire.....it's.....YOU!"

9 hours earlier

Angela's phone rang while she was brushing her teeth prior to bed. Damn it. Who could be calling her now? She looked at her phone and was puzzled to see it say "Therapist." He normally didn't call her this late. She knew better than to ignore the call. If he was concerned for her safety and she didn't answer, the police would be at the door for a welfare check. That would be more bothersome than a probably 5 minute phone call.

"Yes Dr. Mendax?"

"The Jihad Arab terrorist should run for President of the United States and join forces with the Bermuda triangle to kill Jewish lizard people on the sun."

Angela immediately hung up the phone and deleted the call from the call log. She rose from the bed and took off her nightgown along with her undergarments. Her bare feet took her to the bathroom where she grabbed a few towels. Angela spread the towels on the bed. That done, she lay on top of the towels with her legs slightly spread. About 20 or 30 minutes later a car entered the garage and parked in the garage guest space. Angela continued to lay on her back, unmoving. Eventually, Dr. Mendax emerged into the room nude.

"Hypno command tease."

Angela's body relaxed more. She opened a drawer to a nightstand and fished out a vibrator. The vibrator pleasured her cunt while Dr. Mendax slowly jerked his cock in front of her. As the vibrator moistened Angela's pussy, she used her free hand to play with her bosom. The doctor's cock grew even harder as he pumped the shaft. Angela turned up the vibrator, further moistening her delectable pussy. She pushed one breast closer to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and flicked against one of her nipples.

"Hypno command sex"

Angela removed the vibrator and opened her legs further. Dr. Mendax joined her in bed and plunged his meaty member into her womanhood without hesitation. Moans escaped the pair's lips as the doctor forced her to make love. In and out faster and faster. Angela's pussy became wetter and wetter, stimulating his member more and more. Fire burned inside of the doctor. His cock felt like it would explode soon. He changed his rhythm to slow, deep thrusts. Angela moaned to the thrusts exactly the way the doctor liked and programmed her to. Her moans made the fire burn hotter within and he unleashed his full load into her dripping wet cunt.

Now

Dr. Mendax laughed a wicked maniacal laugh with a gleam in his eye. "Yes, it's me! It's all been me! Your body is mine to command and control!"

The doctor issued commands to Angela that made her remove her clothing in a slow, sexy way. She first stood up and slid her skirt slowly down. Then her fingers slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Once her bra was exposed, she thrust out her chest toward the doctor. The doctor at this point had taken off his clothes and was jerking his cock to her. Angela's blouse and skirt eventually fell on the floor, revealing her undergarments. The doctor made voice commands that forced her to slowly, teasingly remove her bra and underwear. Through it all Angela had no control of her body, but her mind was awake to the terror. Now she understood all 7 of the memories and why she woke up in front of the washer. The doctor must have controlled her and caused her to clean up the evidence of the deed in her own house!

Dr. Mendax made Angela finger herself to get her pussy nice and juicy. He continued to pump the shaft as Angela used her other hand to play with her bosom. This time the doctor made Angela suck on her nipple. Wet sloppy sounds came from Angela's mouth on her breast and finger in her cunt. The doctor continued to jerk his shaft as he made Angela tease him just the way he liked.

Angela was then made to bend over the arm of a couch legs spread. The doctor's member violated her cunt once more as he took her from behind. She could feel her body enjoying cock. Her mind was in shambles. Angela hated herself for not being able to resist. She realized he had always done this to her ever since she came to him for treatment. Slow uncontrollable sobs escaped her lips as the doctor continued to fuck her. With horror she realized Carly was being abused by him too. And there was nothing they could do about it. Despair flooded her mind. Her sobs grew louder and louder with each thrust.

The doctor loved the sobs of his victims as much as he loved the moans. Her sobs ignited the fire within. His cock felt like it would explode once more. He fucked her faster and harder without mercy. It caused Angela to cry and wail more from despair and pain. Her cries caused his cock to explode his cum into her sopping wet cunt. The doctor pulled out of her cunt and rested for a few minutes in his chair. Angela continued to sob uncontrollably. She felt so dirty and used.

"Hypno command 4."

Angela immediately stopped sobbing. Her body rose mechanically off of the sofa. "Awaiting instructions" she robotically said.

"Memory tasks: You will remember having a blackout and anything up to the point where you entered this office. You will only remember seeing me for an early morning 30 minute session. You feel like the session was an improvement and will be happy for the rest of the day. Clean up tasks: Clean up any evidence we had sex in here. Then clean yourself up in the bathroom. Exit out the back door when you're done. Execute command Hypno forget 3 once you enter your car."

Dr. Mendax smiled with an evil glint in his eye as Angela performed the tasks given to her. The setup it took to ensnare beautiful women was a lot of work, but well worth the trouble. His office looked perfect. No one would be able to tell that people had sex in it. "I think I'll pick Carly to play with tonight" he thought aloud after Angela left. "Thanks for the idea Angela!"

The following story is a simple tale of a man raping a woman. Being a little cagey about the details for...reasons, but the rape is more of a soft rape and not violent. As always real rape is a crime and this is just fantasy. We all know the disclaimer and if you don't just click the x on your browser window because you shouldn't be here in the first place.

And now...

Thanks For The Memories

A ball of fire spinning round and round. Wicked laughter. Hands touching her flesh. Something holding her then suddenly letting go. Water everywhere. A flight of stairs. A sense of overwhelming betrayal and terror piercing her heart.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE EEEEE"

Angela screamed and quickly rose up off the floor to find...the washer?

"Oh no," she sighed "Not again."

She looked down at herself and of course she was nude. Angela breathed out a heavier sigh and walked to a floor to ceiling mirror. She carefully checked her hourglass body all over. There didn't appear to be any signs of bruising, but even without bruises something still could have happened. Her long brown soft hair hadn't been damaged in any way she could tell. The only thing that looked damaged were her brown eyes. They looked tired and droopy. "Need to find my phone." Angela swiveled over to the staircase and froze. Something about a flight of stairs was in her memory. This flight of stairs from the basement to the main part of the house. But why the sense of betrayal and terror? Angela shook it off. Whatever it was she needed to find out in a safe environment. And she knew exactly how to do that.

Angela nervously took the stairs and opened the door. The clock on the oven glowed 5:00 AM and illuminated the kitchen in soft light. The kitchen was a mess. "So there was a storm last night" she said sadly. "There just had to be one on a day I black out. So typical of my life." Drips of water were slowly leaking from the middle of the ceiling onto the floor. Angela shivered. It was lucky the water didn't reach the light switch, or she could have electrocuted herself. "I guess that's where the water came from in my memory" she observed. "Have to do something about that too. But first..." Angela carefully navigated through the kitchen into the living room. She picked up a portable landline phone near her favorite chair and dialed her cell phone number.

One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great

"The bedroom" Angela said aloud, thankful that this time her phone was not dead or on silent.

One night, yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
"See, he tastes like you only sweeter"

Angela found her phone charging by the bed. Finally, something going her way. She browsed through her phone. There were no unfamiliar messages or calls. All her contacts were still intact and there weren't any new ones. "So it wasn't a full day blackout this time. Must have just been last night" she thought aloud. Angela went to her contacts list and called the one titled "Therapist."

The phone rang four times before a sleepy voice answered.

"Hello?"

"Dr. Mendax. It's Angela Phillips. I've had another episode."

"Are you injured?"

"Not physically."

"Do you feel like you want to harm yourself or others?"

"No. I'm going to clean up the mess in the kitchen and do yoga if there's time after."

"Good plan. Come to the office in two hours. I'll put you in before my other appointments today."

The relief poured out of her voice "Thank you Dr. Mendax."

Angela completed her tasks and found there was still time to grab a cup of coffee before her appointment. When she arrived at Starbucks, she felt like going inside instead of waiting through the long drive thru line. Indoors turned out to be a pretty good choice because the line was a lot shorter.

"Angela?"

Angela turned to see her best friend Carly behind her. Carly had long blonde hair and blue eyes. The pair hugged, got their coffee, and sat together.

"Do you know if I was with you last night?" Angela asked.

"No, you weren't. Another blackout?" Carly replied.

"Yeah" Angela sadly nodded. Carly gave her a reassuring touch on the arm. The pair were best friends because they both suffered from blackouts without knowing why.

"I remember last night. We talked for a while on the phone until we both went to bed. I had trouble falling asleep. It felt like something was wrong with you, like you were in trouble. The feeling didn't last long though and I eventually dreamed about kittens."

"Yeah" Angela sadly said "I remember up until the point I brushed my teeth. After that..." she shrugged. "Called Dr. Mendax soon as I was able. In fact I'd better get going. He squeezed me in before anyone else today."

"He's awesome like that" Carly nodded. "Be safe."

"You too."

As Angela walked out of Starbucks, her ex boyfriend Brett Meyers bumped into her. "Watch it." she snapped. Brett scowled at her but didn't reply. Thank goodness. Part of her wanted to ask Brett if she was with him last night, but she dismissed that thought as quick as it came. She couldn't trust anything Brett told her. He was a creep who got kicked off the university football team for raping a cheerleader. Hence why he was an ex boyfriend. They couldn't charge him for rape because there was no hard evidence to prove he did it. However, everyone knew that he had done it just like everyone knew O.J. Simpson murdered Nicole. She was actually surprised to see him out in public, but she didn't have time to dwell on it now. Therapy had to come first, then she could deal with everything else later.

Angela drove to her therapist's office. Parking this early in the morning was easy. Most of the good spots hadn't been taken yet. Rush hour would probably start soon. By the time she got out there might be people fighting for her spot. She decided to park in a decent spot to avoid crazy impatient drivers. Angela didn't want to have to deal with that today. As she left the car, she felt a tug on her jacket. Something was preventing her from fully leaving the car. Confused, Angela inspected the offending area. Oh. The jacket had a hole in it that snagged part of the car. "Ok I've figured out 3 of the 7 memories all before even starting the session. He'll be proud of that one."

****

"3 out of 7 memories," Dr. Mendax said with a warm smile. "Recovery from episodes is getting better."

"It was only a night episode because I remember talking to my friend Carly last night before bed." Angela reported. "You know her, she has the same blackouts that I do and comes to you for help like me."

"I can't confirm or deny if someone is a patient" Dr. Mendax said "As to your blackouts, I'm glad they appear to be getting less severe." Dr. Mendax smiled. "Anything else before we proceed?"

"No, I'm ready."

"Alright. I'll get to it then. You are about to be hypnotized as part of your psychological therapy. If at any point during this process you feel uncomfortable you should raise your right hand and we stop the session. If I at any point feel that the therapy should not continue for any reason, I can stop the session at any time. By your verbal agreement you acknowledge that I am about to lull you into a state of semi consciousness where we can explore the reasons behind your frequent blackouts. With luck we might be able to dissect your memories and know what you did last night. Sign on this pad when you are ready."

Angela signed on the electronic pad.

"Focus on a spot on the wall a little above eye level. Take a deep breath in through the nose, hold it and breathe out through your mouth. Again, in through the nose, hold it and out through your mouth as you relax on the exhale. Now, just let your eyes close on the exhale. Good."

She closed her eyes as instructed. Angela felt her body relax slightly. The 7 memories were clear in her mind. The worst of them all, the overwhelming terror, didn't seem as scary in this safe environment.

"Hypno command 3."

Hypno command 3? That wasn't a command she remembered. Confused, Angela tried to open her eyes. Her eyelids were so heavy...So...so...heavy...

"What....going......on."

She could see her therapist through her eyelashes. He had something attached to his forehead now that wasn't there before she shut her eyes. It looked like....

"Spinning....fire.....it's.....YOU!"

9 hours earlier

Angela's phone rang while she was brushing her teeth prior to bed. Damn it. Who could be calling her now? She looked at her phone and was puzzled to see it say "Therapist." He normally didn't call her this late. She knew better than to ignore the call. If he was concerned for her safety and she didn't answer, the police would be at the door for a welfare check. That would be more bothersome than a probably 5 minute phone call.

"Yes Dr. Mendax?"

"The Jihad Arab terrorist should run for President of the United States and join forces with the Bermuda triangle to kill Jewish lizard people on the sun."

Angela immediately hung up the phone and deleted the call from the call log. She rose from the bed and took off her nightgown along with her undergarments. Her bare feet took her to the bathroom where she grabbed a few towels. Angela spread the towels on the bed. That done, she lay on top of the towels with her legs slightly spread. About 20 or 30 minutes later a car entered the garage and parked in the garage guest space. Angela continued to lay on her back, unmoving. Eventually, Dr. Mendax emerged into the room nude.

"Hypno command tease."

Angela's body relaxed more. She opened a drawer to a nightstand and fished out a vibrator. The vibrator pleasured her cunt while Dr. Mendax slowly jerked his cock in front of her. As the vibrator moistened Angela's pussy, she used her free hand to play with her bosom. The doctor's cock grew even harder as he pumped the shaft. Angela turned up the vibrator, further moistening her delectable pussy. She pushed one breast closer to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and flicked against one of her nipples.

"Hypno command sex"

Angela removed the vibrator and opened her legs further. Dr. Mendax joined her in bed and plunged his meaty member into her womanhood without hesitation. Moans escaped the pair's lips as the doctor forced her to make love. In and out faster and faster. Angela's pussy became wetter and wetter, stimulating his member more and more. Fire burned inside of the doctor. His cock felt like it would explode soon. He changed his rhythm to slow, deep thrusts. Angela moaned to the thrusts exactly the way the doctor liked and programmed her to. Her moans made the fire burn hotter within and he unleashed his full load into her dripping wet cunt.

Now

Dr. Mendax laughed a wicked maniacal laugh with a gleam in his eye. "Yes, it's me! It's all been me! Your body is mine to command and control!"

The doctor issued commands to Angela that made her remove her clothing in a slow, sexy way. She first stood up and slid her skirt slowly down. Then her fingers slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Once her bra was exposed, she thrust out her chest toward the doctor. The doctor at this point had taken off his clothes and was jerking his cock to her. Angela's blouse and skirt eventually fell on the floor, revealing her undergarments. The doctor made voice commands that forced her to slowly, teasingly remove her bra and underwear. Through it all Angela had no control of her body, but her mind was awake to the terror. Now she understood all 7 of the memories and why she woke up in front of the washer. The doctor must have controlled her and caused her to clean up the evidence of the deed in her own house!

Dr. Mendax made Angela finger herself to get her pussy nice and juicy. He continued to pump the shaft as Angela used her other hand to play with her bosom. This time the doctor made Angela suck on her nipple. Wet sloppy sounds came from Angela's mouth on her breast and finger in her cunt. The doctor continued to jerk his shaft as he made Angela tease him just the way he liked.

Angela was then made to bend over the arm of a couch legs spread. The doctor's member violated her cunt once more as he took her from behind. She could feel her body enjoying cock. Her mind was in shambles. Angela hated herself for not being able to resist. She realized he had always done this to her ever since she came to him for treatment. Slow uncontrollable sobs escaped her lips as the doctor continued to fuck her. With horror she realized Carly was being abused by him too. And there was nothing they could do about it. Despair flooded her mind. Her sobs grew louder and louder with each thrust.

The doctor loved the sobs of his victims as much as he loved the moans. Her sobs ignited the fire within. His cock felt like it would explode once more. He fucked her faster and harder without mercy. It caused Angela to cry and wail more from despair and pain. Her cries caused his cock to explode his cum into her sopping wet cunt. The doctor pulled out of her cunt and rested for a few minutes in his chair. Angela continued to sob uncontrollably. She felt so dirty and used.

"Hypno command 4."

Angela immediately stopped sobbing. Her body rose mechanically off of the sofa. "Awaiting instructions" she robotically said.

"Memory tasks: You will remember having a blackout and anything up to the point where you entered this office. You will only remember seeing me for an early morning 30 minute session. You feel like the session was an improvement and will be happy for the rest of the day. Clean up tasks: Clean up any evidence we had sex in here. Then clean yourself up in the bathroom. Exit out the back door when you're done. Execute command Hypno forget 3 once you enter your car."

Dr. Mendax smiled with an evil glint in his eye as Angela performed the tasks given to her. The setup it took to ensnare beautiful women was a lot of work, but well worth the trouble. His office looked perfect. No one would be able to tell that people had sex in it. "I think I'll pick Carly to play with tonight" he thought aloud after Angela left. "Thanks for the idea Angela!"