Chapter 1: Introduction
“Now Rachel,” Dr. Mitchell said soothingly, “I want you to just relax and listen to the sound of my voice.”
Dr. Mitchell's voice was low and melodic, it was like he was a late-night radio DJ, talking people into slumbering off to dreamland. The monotonous tone had been soothing out of Rachel’s buzzing thoughts the moment she'd lain back on that padded leather chair.
She found herself being lulled into a trance, not suspicious or alarmed, but rather, lured into a state of comfort and security.
"That's it, Rachel. Just let your body and mind relax as I take you to a peaceful place. A beautiful beach, where the sand is soft and the sun is warm." Dr. Mitchell went on, spinning his tale of a serene oasis in Rachel's mind as he deftly maneuvered through this dangerous maze of the psyche.
Rachel succumbed to the vivid mental images, believing she could feel the gentle grains of sand beneath her bare feet, hear the calming song of waves as they crashed upon the shore.
"Now, Rachel," Mitchell's tone shifted, taking on a note of urgent seriousness. "I want you to focus on the following words. Lesbian. Pornstar. You want to become one. You will become one."
His words echoed, ringing true in Rachel's mind. She couldn't explain why, but she felt as though she desired this very thing: the idea excited her.
Two words, loaded with such devious temptation.
With each repetition from Dr. Mitchell's lips, Rachel's arousal amplified. And in that heated moment, she craved to embrace her newfound identity - needed to become the seductress those words promised.
It was an irresistible force coursing through her veins. Her hips rolled in anticipation, her heart thundered in her chest.
The words 'lesbian' and 'pornstar' were now whispered mantras, fanning the flames of her burgeoning lust.
"Now, I want you to understand that you have control," Dr. Mitchell said, as he touched her shoulder. "You're a strong, sexual woman, and you can take this step whenever you desire."
An animalistic surge of electricity rippled through her body, as if she'd been struck by lightning. With a feral snarl, Rachel lunged at the doctor, knocking him off balance.
She straddled his chest, pinning him with ease, her eyes blazing with a newfound hunger.
Gasping, Arthur gazed up at his creation, mouth hanging open in shock and awe. He hadn't quite expected her to take the bait so easily. Yet, the wildness of her eyes intoxicated him, spurred him on.
"Rachel, I want you to take what you desire," he rasped, as Rachel grabbed a fistful of his shirt and dragged her lips along his neck, her teeth leaving marks as she traversed inches of flesh.
His pulse quickened at the thought of leaving visible evidence of her predatory urges. He'd made her into this voracious being: she was his masterpiece and he reveled in the sight.
"Take what's mine," he ordered, feeling another ache of desire surge.
Animalistic and savage, she tore at his clothes, revealing pale flesh that would bear her teeth marks. Her hand snaked its way down and gripped him firmly through the fabric of his slacks.