Breakthru Therapy or MeToo…
( warning Racist N words and other racist remarks used in this. If that is offensive to you, please do not read. I write it for fun. Pure fantasy. Not anything close to reality, though it draws on realism)
The accusation had been bullshit. But it had been very lucrative bullshit. Her practice was more famous than ever, and as a result she could bill more per hour than anyone in the state. This wasn’t even to mention the consultation fees she got paid each time she appeared on the news. And she was on the news a lot. Talking about how terrible it had been for the poor girl. The years of mental trauma, the anguish,the pain, the loss of trust in men and society. She was the public face of #Metoo. She was the champion for those who had to face power imbalance, and she would fight fiercely for her clients. Every trophy wife who felt oppressed by a husband that didn’t really care about her, every female office worker who was sure she didn’t get the promotion because of her sex, was at Dawn’s door. Because they were sure that Dawn really understood them.
But it was starting to run its course. It had been years since the first allegation. Originally thrown out by the police for lack of evidence, then brought to light again in the metoo era. But the court case was over. The lack of evidence made the trail un-win-able for the prosecutor, and no expert witness, no matter how impassioned was enough to win over a jury completely. With the case over, the news was calling less and less often, it was no longer the hot story. And with her media presence diminishing, so were the calls to her office. The line of rich women who just wanted someone to tell them how right they were in their personal persecution were finding other doctors and other fads. Dawn needed a new client, Dawn needed a new case.
So it caught her interest when she received a tester. An e-mail from a woman who had a very credible sounding story about two of the men that her last major client had accused. Having more allegations counted as evidence in public opinion, even when there was no evidence otherwise. Just having enough women make an allegation made a thing true. The woman said she was scared. But that she was tired of living in fear. That she wanted Dawn to help her. She said she hadn’t gone public because she feared the men would harm her. But that she might be willing to make a statement if Dawn was willing to help her. She said she didn’t want to be seen in public with Dawn, that if someone saw them together it might alert the men. So she wanted to meet, somewhere private, just to talk. She sent Dawn a gps location. A rest area off the side of rarely used stretch of highway. She said she wanted to meet Dawn there at night, to talk in the women’s restroom. There wasn’t likely to be anyone there, and even if someone did show up they could make it seem like coincidence.
It wasn’t wise for dawn to go alone to a truck stop restroom in the middle of the night. But she needed the story, needed the girl. And she figured she would drive out there, and if things looks fishy she could just leave. Pulling off the highway it all seemed safe enough. The area was like a small park. Neatly trimmed green grass around several trees. Even in the dead of night it was well lit by street lamps. The center of the lot was a large building. Standard fair for a truck stop, one side was the men’s bathrooms, and the other side was the women’s bathrooms, with a long row of vending machines separating them. And more than anything else, that it was so empty made Dawn think it was safe. She had barely seen a car on the drive there, and at the reststop the only car parked there was a white ford focus, matching the description the woman had given of her car.
Dawn parked and quickly walked towards the bathroom. She checked that her phone had a full charge and free memory in case she wanted to record the conversation. The fall air was chill, but dawn didn’t feel it, dressed in a professional but tailored business suit. Long slacks that hugged her hips, a button up white pleated shirt, and a matching suit jacket kept her warm during the short walk. The building was clean, by the standards of a rest stop anyway. Opening the door to the women’s room, Dawn saw the girl there. She wasn’t what dawn had expected. She was young, in her early twenties, and she was pretty enough to have drawn the attention of rich and powerful men. Long brown hair, a full chest and an ass that bubbled out. But she wasn’t dressed like a victim, or someone in hiding. She wore an extremely tight red dress. Spaghetti straps hung from her shoulders, barely holding up the tube of tight red thin cloth that hugged her body. Her breasts were near visible in the bright fluorescent light, her button nipples obviously hard as they poke against the silky fabric. The dress barely came down over her hips, ending just below her ass, giving hints of skin with every step. She smiled and rushes forward when she sees dawn hugging her tightly and exclaiming “Oh my god it’s you! I’m so glad you came! I was worried you wouldn’t show up!” Wrapping Dawn up in her arms, pulling her tight against her barely clad body, she pulled dawn further into the bathroom. Spinning her around as she does, letting her see the layout of the room. Six stalls line the left hand side of the bathroom, the light blue doors all closed. The right hand side of the room is adorned with six sinks, and a mirror that runs the entire length of the wall, from about three feet to six feet up. On the far side of the room is a bare tile wall, small tinted windows hang near the ceiling, glowing dimly with the light of the street lamps. At eight feet high, and not having any obvious latches, they don’t appear to open.
The woman has barely finished her greeting when the door opened behind them. Suddenly outlined in the doorway is the tall and dark figure of Tony Versuit. Six and half feet tall, broad shoulders as always made to look wider by the pinstripe grey suit that he was famous for wearing. Slicked back black hair with two prominent streaks of grey running along his temples. The streaks had not been there before he was accused and the media blitz against him began. He was a regional business man. He owned several car dealerships and a few of the more upscale hotels and restaurants in the area. His name and image had been on signs and billboards all across the county, most of them had to come down once public backlash against him over the allegation began. It had always been rumored that he had mob connections that allowed him to get favorable deals from the state government, but he had always denied them.
Tall and fit, he had used his image to sell his brand, but standing in the doorway, the size and shape of the muscular businessman in his early forties, he looked less paternal, and far more menacing. With a questionable background, it was easy to make him a target, to make him seem sinister to the public. Now in person, he seemed more sinister than even she had described him on the news. Entering the bathroom quickly, two men step in behind him. They look every bit the stereotype of a mobster. Tall, thick, muscles and fat piled on top of each other and buried under an overpriced suit, olive skin and red face that looked somewhere between blind rage and being out of breath at any given moment. At least one more man was visible behind them as the door closed, watching the bathroom from the outside.
Tony smiled with his lips only, his eyes still cold. “You did good Vicky. You did real good getting her here.” The woman let go of Dawn, stepping back and giving a half bow half nod that nearly causes her tits to spill out. “I told you I could. But you promised I get to watch what happens to her!” Vicky squealed happily, giving dawn a look that’s reminiscent of a hungry piranha.
“I did, and I will. Pay close attention now.” He replied while making a shouing gesture with his hands.
“And Dawn it’s so nice to see you, in person, and not on Tv telling lies about me.” He waited for her to start to reply then raised his hand and slapped her across the mouth. With his strength it took little effort for him to send her sprawling to the cold tile floor. No sooner had she hit the floor before his foot connected with her stomach, winding her. “No talking. I’ve heard enough of your voice. I’ve heard so much of your voice over the past year that I’ve had to cut back on my cholesterol to keep my fucking head from exploding.”
Standing over her he removed his suit jacket, handing it to one of the men that followed him in. He unbuttoned and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, and undoes the top button of his shirt. More comfortable now he reaches down and grabs a handful of dawn’s hair. Clenching it in his fist he pulls her head up until her face is inches from his, veins throbbing in anger on the sides of his face. “Do you know what I’ve said every time I’ve heard your voice?” He asks as he slapped her again, his open palm striking her cheek. “I said I’m going to make that lying bitch eat every word. That’s what I said.” He backhanded her, keeping her from pulling away or falling by holding her hair, even as her legs kick helplessly, trying to regain her balance.
Walking toward the first stall, dragging dawn by her hair. He pulled the stall door open to reveal a toilet that’s been defiled. Someone took, and left a shit in the bowl. And the bowl itself looks like it’s gone several days without cleaning, thick brown and black stains mar the white porcelain inside the bowl, dried yellow piss, stains the rim and floor in front of it. Dragging her through the mess, her coat wiping the floor as he turned her face to look into the misgusting bowl. “I said I was going to make her eat her words. And your words cunt, were shit. I’m going to make you eat this shit.” He laughed, his voice cracking in an unhealthy way. “So here’s the deal. I’m going to stick your face in this bowl, hold your nose and mouth under water, and I’m not going to let you up until you start to lick this shit up! Eat shit bitch!” He screamed as he forced her face down into the bowl. The shit in the bowl smeared across her face as he pressed it down, burning her eyes, filling her nose and mouth with the god awful smell and taste of it. Her nose and mouth below the water, her ears above the rim so she can hear his laughter, and the laughter of the girl. Dawn tried to struggle. Her feet kick at him, she grabbed his arm but can’t make him let go, she pushed against the bowl but his weight keep her face pinned to the disgusting bowl. Her neck resting against the bowl, while her face rests in it. Making it hard to even exhale to try and scream. He held her, and waited, laughing, as she struggled. Laughing as her face starts to turn color, holding her still even as she starts to convulse. She can hear him as he tells her. “There are only two ways out of this, lick or drown cunt.”
Already winded, already short on breath, she can’t tell how long she struggled, how long until the desire to survive overcame every other instinct and scrap of dignity she had. But Dawn gave in, She started franticly licking the bowl, trying to stick her tongue out the side enough, hoping he’d see it, see that she was doing what she was told. She heard him say “I knew you were a shit mouth bitch.” But he doesn’t let her up. He keeps her head in the bowl and starts to flush it. The water recedes briefly, just long enough for her to catch a breath before the bowl fills again, submerging her face one again in cold water. As she licks, he flushes over and over again, the rush of water letting her breath, and cleaning some of the smears from her face. But even as he does he moves her from point to point in the bowl, making her lick it clean until the bowl was more white than brown.
Satisfied with that. “Shit eating cunt.” He said as he tossed her out of the stall, sending her flying out into the main part of the bathroom. The two men who had entered with Tony grab her arms before she could stand. They pull her to her feet and turn her to face the mirror, so she can see the streaks on her face and lips, the specks of black on her teeth. Tony came to stand behind her, staring at her face in the mirror. “Now maybe you know how I feel. How I had to listen to your shit. Night after night I couldn’t rest because your shit was everywhere. Every news channel, every radio station, every fucking newspaper. Shit everywhere. Oh but it’s not the same for you, cause your disgrace was private. Mine was broadcast to millions of people every night. Well don’t worry about that.” He jerked his thumb toward Vicky who stood there, gleefully, One hand holding a phone, recording her, her other hand is down between her legs enthusiastically rubbing. “I got it all! I recorded the stupid shit eating bitch eating shit! I’m going to watch it every night, and I’m going to share it with all my friends who like seeing a stupid bitch who doesn’t know her place get what’s coming to her!” She laughs and pants out a little moan.
Tony stands behind her, looking down at her as she’s held helplessly between the two thugs. “It’s not nicer to see you in person. You’re still an ugly annoying bitch. So sick of how you look. So sick of this bullshit neo-feminist haircut.” He grabbed a fistfull of her hair, yanking it up painfully. Pulling it up so hard that she’s forced to raise up on her toes. He pulled a folding razor from his pants pocket and opened it. He slid the blade along her scalp, scraping it slightly and cutting away the fistful of hair he held in a large clump. Again he grabbed another handful. Pulling it so hard several hairs come out at the root, then scraping the blade along her scalp, cutting away more hair and causing a line of blood to drip down along her ear. “You don’t know what you cost me.” He said as he destroys another handful of her hair. “How much fucking money! How much of my reputation! You cost me so much, you cost me more than your entire fucking life is worth. You’re going to cry for your hair? This ain’t shit. I’m going to take from you until I feel like I’ve been paid back!” He screamed as the last handful of her hair comes away. His hand closes tightly around the back of her head, his fingers gripping her skull, his finger tips brushing through the drops of blood behind her ears. He gripped hard, keeping her head from moving. “You can’t see what you did to me. What you took from me.” He brought the razor around in front of her face, bringing it up in front of her eye, holding the edge of the blade just an inch from her eye. Making her watch her own terror in the mirror as the blade hovers close. “Maybe I should make it so you can’t see anything? huh? that would be fair? Maybe I should take your eyes for what you took from me? Huh? I’ll give you a chance. Clean your face. Take off your clothing, give it me. Maybe that will be a start.” He waved to his men who let go of her, letting her drop to her knees in front of the sink as he stood behind her.
She paused on the floor. Kneeling in front of the sink in this shitty truckstop bathroom. Glad for the chance to catch her breath. Glad to be out of everyone’s hands for the moment. Glad to have that blade away from her eye. They wanted her to strip. Horrifying as the thought was, it was less demeaning then the other things they had already done to her. It was a good thing she thought, it meant that they would be less likely to kill her. Yes they were going to rape her, she knew, and they were going beat her. But she would live. She would get out of here, and then she would sue them, she would take him for everything. Then she could go on the news and tell her story. This proved she was right along. She would be seen as a survivor. There would be movies, book deals, awards. Tonight would be bad, but after this, they would make her very rich. They had made a huge mistake, she thought.
She knew what she had to do. She would stand. She would strip. She would seduce them. Fuck them, make them desire her, and she would live. They would fuck her, but she would be so good that she would be the one in control. It would be bad, but really, she had fantasized about things like this. About being raped, gangbanged, beaten. She could enjoy it all, knowing that it wasn’t her fault. They were making her do this, she was the victim, it wouldn’t be her fault that the abuse had made her wet already. She put on her best terrified face, lips quivering as she looked up, tears in her eyes. Acting was all it was, she told herself. She would stand, she would strip slowly, sensually. When they reached for her she would pull away, make them move after her, want her more. She would have them eating out of her hand, and her cunt, before the night was out.
Slowly she started to stand. Rising off her knees, turning to face Tony, her hand reaching for the top button of her blouse. She was almost fully standing up when her plan ended abruptly. When she turned towards Tony his fist plunged into her stomach. Winding her again, knocking her back against the sink, and losing her balance, back down to the floor.
Tony towered over her. Flicking the razor open and closed in his hand. “I said strip bitch. Not stand.” He looked down on her as the tears well deeper in her eyes. Her plan ruined before it began. Reducing her once again to nothing but a thing to be humiliated and hurt for his pleasure. When her hands don’t move towards her clothing Tony aimd a kick at her thigh. Then another at her chest. “I ain’t got all day bitch.” The kicks shoving her under the overhang of the sink. He folds the knife out and left it open. “Your clothes or your eyes.”
She hurried now. Forced to roll around on the dried water stains and the small pools of her own blood on the ground below the sink as her shaking hands force away her own clothing. Fearing blindness or worse, all pretense of seduction lost as she shoves away her suit as if it were an enemy. Her shirt and pants torn away by her own hands. She stared at the blade as she removes her bra and panties.
Vicky moves closer. Grabbing up Dawn’s clothing off the ground. She shoved her hand down under the line of sinks, phone in it, recording. “Aww look at the scared little rat hiding under the counter.” From this angle it was easy for Dawn to see that Vicky wasn’t wearing panties under the slip of red dress. It was all clear that Vicky had gotten very wet watching dawn being abused.
Tony waves his hand, and Vicky retreated, moving to the corner of the room, taking dawn’s belongings with her. Tony pointed the blade towards the middle of the room. “Move you shit eating bitch.” He commanded, and when she doesn’t start moving fast enough on her own, he starts to kick at her knees and legs, half shoving her out from under the counter. He held his other hand out to his men, one of them reaching into his jacket and taking out a ring gag. The strap is made of black leather, and the ring itself is oversized, over two inches in diameter. Tony forced dawn to the middle of the room with a series of small kicks, the blade in one hand, the gag in the other. Once in the center of the room, her nudity and abuse glaring under the bright fluorescent lights. Holding the blade to her throat. “So there is no misunderstanding of what happens if you don’t do as your told you bald little shitty bitch.” The blade scratched her throat lightly enough to sting, but not hard enough to draw blood.
“Get on your knees, sit on your feet, put your hands behind your back, and open your mouth wide and look up at the lights.” He waited while the scared therapist gets into position. She presented herself as told, giving them an easy view of her body, the bruises and blood adding color to her pale skin. Tony shoved the ring gag into her open mouth, the wide ring forcing her jaw open painfully. He attached the strap tightly around her now bald head. “Don’t fucking move!” He growled as he stepped around in front of her and looked down at the half broken girl. He gave a half grin and reached for his zipper. Undoing it and pulling the fabric aside. Then reaching in and tugging aside his boxers to pull free his cock. It was perhaps the worst insult so far that night that despite having the woman who had caused him so much trouble, naked, helpless, and presenting herself to him, he wasn’t hard at all. It was an impressive cock that now hung before her. Seven inch long soft, and so thick even now that it looked as though it would fill the ring gag completely. “Drink it or I’ll cut your fucking nipples off.” He ordered as he took the head of his cock in his hand and aimed it towards her face. Letting loose with a thick pungent stream of piss, hitting first her neck, then chin, then shooting briefly up her nose before he gets it aimed between the metal of the ring gag. Filling her mouth with his urine until it overflowed and ran down her body, dripping off her tits and all over her legs. “How about you say my name now like you did so many fucking times on the news aye bitch? What’s that? Don’t tell me you forgot it. How many nights did you spend describing all the terrible things I did to women. How’s it feel to get proven right?” He taunted as she sputtered and gargles the mouth full of hot piss. Eventually the stream dies down, and he rests his soft cock atop her head, letting the last few drops drip into the wounds from where he cut her hair.
Taking a step back, and Vicky is at his side. She found a towel somewhere and is using it to cry his cock. Though as Dawn’s eyes clear she sees that it’s not a towel, but her shirt that the girl is using to wipe up the piss from his shaft. Vicky goes from drying it, to slowly rubbing it as she presses her chest against his arm, attempting to draw him into an embrace. Tony casually shoves her, sending the girl stumbling back until she landed in a puddle of piss next to dawn. Looking down at her ruined dress she yelled “Stupid cunt!” And started slapping and punching dawn. Vicky knocks the defenseless therapist onto her back, mounting her chest, she started slapping dawn’s face left and right. “I liked this dress! IF you had swallowed like you were supposed to this wouldn’t be on me now.”
The two other men grab Vicky and drag her away. Tony stands nearby, laughing at the spectacle, having put his cock away.
“So when you started telling all those lies about me, we sent some people around to watch your business.” Tony explains.
“Had them camped out there every day, for months. Saw all sorts of things. Saw who came and who went. Saw what hours you kept. Saw when your boyfriend would stop by for a visit. Saw when the other guys you were fucking would show up for late appointments too. Kept track. Saw how good for business it was for you to hurt my business. Made lists of all the people who came and went. Maybe some good blackmail material there huh? But you know what we never saw? We never saw one nigger. Not a fucking one. Not a single dark skinned person knocked on your door. Imagine that, this progressive icon is a racist bitch. Won’t even talk to a nigger. Let alone fuck one I’d bet.”
He gave her a knowing look. “So I figure, what would she hate more than anything else? And I figure, it would have to become a niggers bitch. Getting fucked by someone who she thought was lower than dirt. I bet right now you’d like to apologize for all the things you said about me. But you can’t with that gag in, can you? So I’m going to destroy you until you hate the sight of you as much as I hate the sight of you. And after tonight, you’ll know you’re lower than a nigger. Terry!” he yelled out, calling for someone.
“I went out, and found the biggest blackest nigger I could. And I offered him ten thousand dollars to rape some pretty little white bitch till she breaks.” The door swung open violently, and true to description the largest black men she had ever seen walked in. He was at least six foot seven. He was covered in muscles from head to toe, he had a figure that looked as though it could win every body building competition if it wasn’t obvious he was on steroids. He was also covered from head to toe in tattoos. They were hard to make out against how dark his skin was, but outlines of footballs helmets and guns, outlines of gold jewelry, outlines in the shape of women, though many looked crossed out. The thing he wasn’t covered in, was clothing. He was very nude, and very erect. At least twelve inches long, and covered in deep red and purple veins, it throbbed in front of him. Tony, noticing her stare, added “We also gave him a whole bottle of viagra to be ready for you.”
Terry looked from Dawn on the ground, to Vicky being held back by other two men. “I can do them both.” Terry said, as much a hopeful suggestion as a question. Tony laughed “Just hurt this one bad enough and I’ll think about it.” Pointing to dawn.
“Ok boss. I’m ready.” Terry responded and ran towards dawn, closing the distance in half a second. He reached down, his massive hands closing around dawn’s head like a football, completely encompassing it. He pulled her face to his groin and shoved his hard cock immediately between the ring in her mouth. The massive foul head bounces over her tongue and hit the back of her throat, making her gag. He pulled on her head, forcing her forward, forcing her throat to stretch around the head of his massive tool, cutting off her air. Dawn struggled, but with Terry’s strength it’s meaningless. There is nothing she can do as he starts to move her head, sliding his dick inches into her throat, then pulling it back just enough for her to feel it sliding along her voice box without letting her get a breath. He pleasures himself inside her by forcing her to move while she choked. Unable to bite down due to the ring, unable to push herself away as terry moves her body like a toy, slowly suffocating as the huge nigger’s cock pains her throat.
Suddenly he pulled her head away, letting her get several deep gasping breaths. Terry leaned down, whispers in her ear. “Hey are you ok? Are you ok? It’s ok I’m going to help you. I’m going to get you out of here.” He said sweetly, then yelled in her ear “Not!” as he brought her face back to his crotch. Jamming his dick between the ring with a delighted giggle as he started to choke her with his cock again.This continues on for several more cycles. He rapes her throat, choking her, till she nearly passes out. Then pulls out and whispers promises to her. Telling her that’s it over, that he won’t do it again. That she can leave soon. Each time just to violate her mouth right after, forcing his weapon of a cock deeper into her throat. Eventually he pulled out, and as she gasps a deep breath he cums. Spraying thick sticky white cum into her eyes and onto her face, over her mouth and on her tongue. Laughing as he decorates her with his seed and disgraces her. Still holding her head like a ball he drags her over to the mirror, forcing her to blink through stinging eyes to see the mess he made on her. “Look bitch! You just drank some nigga baby juice! You’re covered in black man cum. And cause you were wondering, yeah it’s white. And yeah, it’s also so strong it will get you pregnant through your nose. So don’t you worry about what’s about to happen. You already pregnant, I’m just going to fuck your pussy for fun though.”
He lets go of her head and grabbed her arms, sliding his hands down along them till he held her wrist. Dragging her hand back until he can slap his cock against it. “Still hard baby! I can fuck for hours. They got me on enough pills I ain’t gonna stop till even your ears are bleeding.” He tugged on her wrists, making her face herself in the mirror, her hips hitting the cold porcelain sink. Forcing her to look at her reflection, to see how completely he eclipses her. Terry pushed up on her arms, painfully stretching her shoulders, making her lean forward, closer to the cum stained bald bleeding mess that stares back at her from the mirror. Terry’s cock hits against her thigh, still dripping with her saliva and his cum it leaves a wet imprint.
“Wait Wait!” Vicky yelled as she crossed the room. She had apparently decided it would be better to be naked than to wear a piss covered dress. The red slip was gone, showing off her tight youthful body and full fake tits. “The cow needs her bells!” Vicky squealed as she carried over two small bells attached to fish hooks.
“Oh?” Terry asked as he turns dawn to face toward Vicky, enjoying the sight of the girl as well.
Vicky smiles delightedly. “Oh look how hard her nipples are, and she soaking wet everywhere. She just loves eating nigger dick! You’re doing great Ter!” Vicky says rubbing Terry’s arm.
“Plenty of nigger dick for you too later.” He winked at her, as vicky reached out and starts to pinch and turn dawn’s nipples. She pulls one out, tugging it taunt, then stabs the fish hook through dawn’s nipple, hanging the bell from her. Terry tight grip keeps dawn from moving as Vicky pierces her other nipple with a bell hook as well. Vicky playfully slapped dawn’s tits, making the bells ring out a tune. “Awww! Ok, she’s all yours now! Jiggle bells black santa!” Vicky cheers as she retreats back to her phone to start recording.
Terry turned dawn to face the mirror again. Pulling her arms up until dawn is bent over the sink, her face pressed against her cum stained reflection. With a sudden thrust he pierces her. Forcing his cock fully into her cunt until he hits her cervix, causing her to squeal through the gag as the pressure against her insides rams her hips into the sink. Terry leaned over her back to whisper in her ear. “It’s ok. Why don’t you tell that nice therapist in the mirror how much it hurts to learn blacks are too much man for you?” He thrusts again, slamming her against the sink with a thud. Then again, each time the head of his cock bangs into her cervix he grunts. “Tell me doc. Do you think we’re going to make a breakthrough tonight?”
