Troubled Mind
Okay, warnings:
If you are here, you've heard all the crap you'd ever care to hear about yiff and M/M, so I won't make it worse. This story isn't really for weak stomachs, and it is kind of a rip-off of "The Cell", read with caution, it gets good near the end!
Troubled Mind
--)(2:00 PM)(--
"Dr. Heart, there's a Mr. Johnson on line 1." That would Sheila Tone, my personal secretary who's been working here since early '03. "Here" would be the psychiatric office of Dr. Eli N. Heart, yours truly. I'm a well-muscled ebon lion crowned with a powerful silver mane with golden roots, I like to keep it tied in the back and let my bangs frame my face, which mounts a pair of small, tinted reading glasses (shaped as small rounded rectangles) that sit in the middle of my muzzle; behind the frames lay my piercing eyes, the irises had a soft gold glow to them, encircling a white pupil, some say that my optic orbs are completely white.
"Thank you Sheila, put him through" **beep** "Hello?"
"Hello Dr. Heart," a thick voice said across the speakerphone, "I am Hubert Johnson, attorney at law."
"And?"
"I believe that you have an appointment with client."
"Ah yes, 'The Blitz Bullet' correct?"
"That's him."
"Wasn't he the one who fired a shotgun on every large male who approached him?"
"And clung to every female like they were a rope hanging over a pit of bloody spikes."
"He caused quite a ruckus on the streets, good thing there was a policewoman in the vicinity at the time."
"Yes, and we have the utmost confidence that you can help."
"You actually think it's possible to get through to him?"
"Well, you are the best psychiatrist in the Western Hemisphere."
"What would the point be? He'll be executed come the week's end."
"Actually, there might a hope of saving him. If it can be proved, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that his actions were caused by childhood trauma, then he'd only get a few years instead of the lethal injection."
"Goody, instead of death he'll only get near-death."
"Backing out?"
"No, I like a challenge. He will be here in an hour, I assume."
"Of course."
--)(3:00 PM)(--
"Dr. Heart, your next patient is here."
"Is he a snow leopard in a stray jacket accompanied by a female orderly?"
"Yes sir."
"Great, send them in."
The door swung open gently, in entered a dolly with a strapped-up snow leopard mounted onto it being wheeled by a cow, she was round and stout, white and blotched with black.
"Thank you, Clarice. Just put him in front the couch, I'll take care of the rest."
"Don't hurt yourself, Doc," she said in a strong New Orleans accent, turning to leave the room. I then rose from my chair, allowing for my black trench coat to fall to the ground, and walked over to the mass murderer, situating my arms behind my back, holding onto the other's elbow, as I walked.
"Hello Vincent Tirade, or do you have another name that you would like to be called?" The snow leopard just stared back at me, with no clear expression that I could translate, then he said, "I am not a Tirade, I am a Snowfall."
"Alright Mr. Vincent Snowfall. My name is Eli, I do not want to hurt you or anything like that, I just want to talk."
"Everyone else wanted to talk."
"'Everyone else'?"
"You are not the first."
"The first?"
"To ask me stupid questions."
"I can assure you that I will ask no stupid questions."
"Well, that depends on one's interpretation of 'stupid'."
"I'll be sure keep the questions tolerable. Now Vincent, my way of psychiatry is slightly different than from other doctors, and to be put simply, I have 2 ways of going about it: the Easy Way, and the Difficult Way. Should you choose the Easy Way, it will be relaxing and rejuvenating for both of us when it's finished. The Difficult way will leave both of us aching and tired."
"What is the Easy Way?" Vincent asked watching behind thin white bangs.
"It mainly consists of you relaxing and answering all of my questions truthfully."
"And the Difficult Way?"
"You resist and I would have to use unwanted measures to get you to cooperate. All my patients who have resisted have found themselves paraplegic or quadriplegic for indefinite periods of time."
"And how long is 'indefinite'?"
"Trust me, the Easy Way is the better choice."
Vincent looked down in thought, "If a question is really, really personal and scary, do I still have to answer it?"
"Not if you don't want to, but if it would help you..."
"It won't," he didn't let him finish his sentence.
"Would you like to get out of those confines?"
"Why?"
"I just thought that portable prison looked pretty uncomfortable, is all. Now if you want to stay in there, be my guest."
"Please, unbind me."
"Alright." I stepped forward to unlatch the muzzle and unlock the durable nylon belts. Vincent tumbled forward a little bit trying to regain his balance, falling right into my arms. The leopard pushed him away immediately, breathing heavily; my broad paw met my chin in thought, 'Fascinating, he seems to be wary of men larger than he is'.
"Would you like me to take off that stray jacket?"
"No, just untie it." Vincent swung his arms free and quickly stepped away when the lock was released.
"Well then, please have a seat in that chair there," pointing to a weird shaped seat; it looked like a reclined dentist's chair with a backed-stool behind it. Vincent laid his head onto the cushion as I sat on the stool, placing my thumbs on Vincent's temple and twisting my paws back so that my middle fingers touched where the head met the neck.
"I have just sent you into your deepest subconscious," I ran my fingers from the back of his head to the frontal lobe, "Now I have gathered all your dreams and memories into your most recent thoughts. We will now take a step into what happened in your childhood."
To clarify a little bit, I am not only a high level psychiatrist, but also a high level psychic; through my schooling in how the mind works, I've found a way to make a well paying job of my skills further than the Mystic Hotline or the "Amazing Psychic's Society". To record the happenings of my cerebral excursions, I situate a laptop next to the chair and keep my a mind's eye on it, it'll type anything and everything I think, say, and hear said on my journey.
--)(INSIDE VINCENT'S MIND)(--
I found myself on a high dry plateau completely surrounded by ocean; this is common when I go into the imaginations of my patients, the landscape reflects their mindset. This was the most desolate I've ever seen; plateaus represent loneliness, in this case both personal and social abandonment, it can also mean mental serenity, but because it's dry I think it's much the opposite; the ocean normally means that there are new horizons to be discovered, but the sheer cliffs of the mesa show that it cannot be reached, only gazed at longingly and wishfully. Upon looking around and I saw a young, half-naked version of Vincent sitting on the edge, blankly staring out into the distance, he was about 4.
"Hi Eli," the young snow leopard said as he looked over his shoulder, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to find out what happened to you, Vincent."
"You don't want to know."
"Don't I?"
"All that innocent blood I spilled, those poor souls I've traumatized, I was almost aware of all I did."
"Almost?"
"I saw it all, but didn't want it to happen, I was scared and I panicked, I just wanted him to go away."
"Who's 'him'?"
"You'll find out, that's what you're here for right?" Vincent returned his gaze to the ocean. He brought his knees to his face then stood up and dusted himself off, as he did so I noticed he started to grow, aging about 15 years, becoming as old as he was when he came into my office; he turned and approached me.
"Do you really want to know?"
"That's what I'm here for."
"Okay, just making sure." He smiled, giving me a bit more reassurance as I smiled back. He nudged his to indicate there was something behind me, my eyes followed over my shoulder to find that there was now a house in the middle of the plateau. It was a simple structure, one story, lawn, and a driveway with a single car in it, nothing out of the ordinary. Vincent walked toward the house, motioning me to follow him.
"Be careful, Eli," was all he said. The inside of the house was very plain, there was furniture, an armchair and a couch with a TV, a dining table, and a hallway, it was a little dark inside, all the curtains were drawn, only electrical lights could be seen.
"Daddy and Uncle Jack should be home soon," Vincent stated, looking up at a clock on the wall. We walked through the house and into the kitchen, there were 3 females working, the older one was cooking, another younger was washing dishes, and another younger one drying them.
"The one cooking is Mom; my sisters, Jenny and April, are cleaning dishes. They won't notice us; they're not allowed to talk to the men unless they talk to them first. When they're done cleaning, they'll set the table, and be sure that dinner is ready when Daddy and Uncle Jack get home."
As if on cue when the setting was finished, the front door opened, I diverted my attention to the entrance to find 2 large burly snow leopards come in, almost instantly when the door closed they started shedding their clothes.
"Daddy and Jack don't like wearing clothes, Jenny and April are to pick up what they throw on the floor and put them into the laundry hamper. They spend most of their time at home completely nude, same with Matt, my older brother," Vincent looked to the hallway, "Here he comes now, followed closely behind by me." A late teens leopard walked out of the hallway, about a second later Vince emerged, very sullen looking with his hands in his pockets.
"The women don't eat at the table I take it," I asked.
"Nope, not allowed. Daddy sees females as tools for cooking, cleaning, and making more children."
"Hey Vince, come 'ere," the father said. The young leopard walked up to his father, and stood before him, "You're a good ways into puberty now, so let's see how big you're getting." He reached for the button of Vince's shorts and undid them, pulling them down to his ankles; his nonchalant paw grabbed hold of the young ball sack and rolled it in his paw, all little Vince could do was shutter, "Hmm, not bad, you're definitely growing, let's see your length." He bent his head over and stretched his tongue into the sheath of his youngest son, arousing the small bar of meat inside, "Hmm, about half a foot not bad, Vince, not bad at all," the dad commented when he pulled away.
"For a 13 year old," inputted Uncle Jack, "that's pretty big, I remember I was only 5½ when I started out."
I couldn't help but stare in terrified disbelief, not sure if what I was seeing was true. Vincent noticed this, "Yes Eli, it happened, more than once, almost daily I would undergo measurements." He walked away and I followed into the hallway, we came to a door, it was Daddy's bedroom. Within lay a fancy, queen-sized bed; on it Uncle Jack sat on the pillows with his monstrous cock shoved in Vince's mouth. He lay on his back with his head twisted to situate the said scene, Daddy knelt on the foot of the bed lubing up his own enormous hardon and Vince's tail hole, and then quickly and forcibly shoving it in and out of the small leopard cub. Matt lay on his side behind Jack, his cock already wet and injected in his uncle's ass, the two of them engaging in a lip lock. Vincent looked down sullenly to his paws, tears welt in his eyes, as did it in his younger form.
"Let's go, there's more you must see," said Vincent, grabbing onto my arm and pulling me across the room to another door, I didn't put up a fight, I wanted to get away from that scene as soon as possible. The door led to a closet, and inside I portrayed pure disgust when I found it was a delightful torture room with delightful "toys" and various gizmos and doodads. In the middle there was a tilted metal table with gears beneath and a strapped young snow leopard atop it, 3 guesses whom it was.
"Daddy, what're you going to do?" asked Vince, strapped to the metal table, watching his father walk from behind his head to between his eagle spread legs...Daddy held up a syringe and quickly injected the needle right into the tender area underneath his scrotum, pressing down the plunger and taking it out, all within about 10 or 11 seconds, the poor child screamed in pain at the sudden prick, small tears welding up in his eyes.
"It's a type of penis-enlargement chemical, my erection quickly went from 6 inches to 9 within a week's time. It also made it so my anus would shrink. Right now it's diluted so the change won't be so quick and painful."
I turned away to face Vincent, "How long had he been abusing you?"
"All my life, but he first pierced me when I was 4, 9 years of anal invasion made it widen a little to accommodate the size. He would always say young children were had the tightest ass...every now and then he would rape Mom so he could either get another sex toy or another servant. I would actually envy my sisters in a small sense, he would never touch them sexually, but he would beat them if they made any mistake, even the smallest one."
Vincent walked to a corner of the room and opened a pair of hidden shudders, Vince and Daddy disappeared but everything else stayed the same. Outside the window revealed a large elephant taking April away, kicking and screaming, she looked much older, but not a lot.
"This happened recently. Daddy sold her to a type of slave trader who liked to deal little girls," he pulled a shade down and opened it again, now it was the dining room, Jenny lay on the floor, bloody and lifeless, "He beat her, for she yelled at him, saying she had had enough and wanted him to stop, that didn't last long; and of course, I saw this happen," he said, pointing to himself just outside the kitchen door, face fear stricken and the verge of uncontrolled sobbing, holding what looked like his mother, face expressionless, almost soulless. He drew the shade and reopened again, it showed the mother's room. He knelt by her bedside, holding her paw.
"Mama, it's alright, there's nothing more you can do, please, just rest..."
"But Vincent, I can't leave you here with that demon-whore, you are not like them..."
"You're right Mama, I am a Snowfall, not a Tirade."
A weak smile crossed her lips, she reached up as best she could and kissed his forehead; he rested her back down onto the pillow and allowed for her to rest, knowing she would get up again.
"It was at this time I cracked," Vincent told me, he changed the scene, now he was holding a shotgun, waiting for his brother to come through a door, he didn't get much past the doorframe before he flew back into the room he came from. Scene change. He waited behind a corner in the house, Uncle Jack and Daddy came home, Uncle Jack was the first to fall into Vincent's trap. He then shot at Daddy's knees, blowing them off with his shins and paws and sending him to the floor, he tied a belt around his neck and dragged him to the torture chamber. Vincent closed the shutters and turned to face the metal table once again. I pivoted on my left foot, not sure I wanted to see what was about to occur. There Daddy was strapped and spread eagle, Vince held a red-hot barbed metal rod, about a thick around as a small football. Little hooks were pierced into Daddy's asshole, pulling apart for the agony about to befall him.
"I wanted to make it as painful and simple as possible," Vincent commented to me.
"I think you succeeded," I responded.
Vince slowly and painfully forced it into the waiting space, his cries of pain sounded like banshee wails. When it was as far in as Vince saw fit, the hooks detached and the torn flesh closed around the tool. Vince held up the same chemical used on him earlier (except this time it was pure), and injected 2 syringes of into Daddy, his cock got longer and harder, but his asshole got smaller and thinner. Vince gripped the weapon poking out of his father's ass and twisted and push it up and down, very little twitch responded with an agonizing cry of death; he finally ended it by pulling it slowly, all the way out; blood did not pour out of the hole, for it was all scabbed inside.
Daddy's cock was now 30 inches long and rock hard, his nuts quite literally the size of bowling balls. Vince still had the mace, and he reheated it to beat the grotesquely exaggerated scrotum before him, more screams came from his victim; he then used the spike rod to hack off the monstrous sex organ, it took him about 4 or 5 minutes to get it all off. Hooks reached Daddy's mouth, pulling his jaw apart but not ripping it, Vince held up the giant hardon and shoved it into the gaping maw, he only got the head in.
"I'm feeling gracious today, Daddy, so I won't force the whole thing in," Vince said to the older snow leopard, coldly and loathingly, "Lucky you; now I'll just send you to Hell, where you get to do this all day long for the rest of eternity. Have fun, say 'Hi' to Uncle Jack and Matt for me." He brought the shotgun barrel to his temple and pulled the trigger.
I was just...I couldn't describe how I felt exactly, I never thought anything this ungodly would happen, I suspected patriarchal abuse when I first talked with Vince, but I didn't think it could turn out like this. The house disappeared to reveal the desert plateau, Vincent stood before me in the straightjacket and pants.
"Did you find out what you needed to?" he asked, a soft smile on his muzzle. I noticed that the raised earth was lowering, and that grass and flowers and trees were beginning to sprout up. I smiled, knowing what was happening.
"Yes, thank you for choosing the Easy Way, I don't think I would have survived the Difficult Way?"
"Why?"
"The Difficult Way usually involves me entering your mind against your will, causing your mental defenses to kick in, and I don't think I would want to fight against what I saw back there," I said with a grin, "Vincent, the entire purpose of my way of psychiatry is to allow the patient to figure things out for themselves, and this case fight their own demons. And by what I see here," I explained referring to the flowers, "you have cleansed yourself, and are now healing." I touched his forehead with my fingertips, sending us back to reality.
--)(REALITY)(--
I sat up in my stool, and blinked my eyes a few times, Vincent did the same. My laptop beeped at me, saying it was done typing; I closed it and looked to Vincent.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better, a lot better, thank you Eli."
We smiled at each other; I glanced to the wall and noticed it hadn't been more than 15 minutes.
"You know, Eli," he said, now resting his chin on his crossed arms on the headrest, a big smile from ear to ear, "the reason I allowed you to come near me was because the scared, panicky child grew up just a little bit. And to be truthful, I found a beautiful kindness in you when I saw you."
"Do I know where this is going?"
"Do you?"
We exchanged wry smiles; "I'd like for you to take off my stray jacket now, if it's OK."
"Of course." I rose from my stool as he turned his back to me; I undid all the latches, and slid off the restraint, allowing for my arms to encase his. I pulled back as he turned around kneeling in the chair and began to undo my jacket, letting it fall to the carpet and my chest to be exposed to him. He then unhooked my pants and pulled them down with my silk boxers to my knees, then let them drop the rest of the way. His facing body followed me as I made my to the foot of the chair; he lay on his back, allowing me to easily slide off his elastic-band pants. After those were removed, I climbed atop him to straddle his hips, my 12" erection slipped its way out of my sheath, stretching over his white chest and reaching to his muzzle.
I pressed my tail hole up against his hardened foot-long flesh, piercing myself with it. Precum coated his cock, making it slick and easy to slide onto, he emitted a moan of pleasure as this happened. As I pushed on my haunches to pull it out, I pushed my lionhood into his white muzzle, emitting a moan of my own, one of his paws had already been stroking it, and guided it into his waiting maw, his other paw had been stroking his own meat, however much wasn't in my backside. My paw held the back of his head, encouraging him to deep-throat my dick.
As I withdrew, he inserted, and as he pulled, out I pushed in. This continued, progressively getting faster as our climaxes grew nearer and nearer. I pushed hard as I shot my seed down his esophagus, and kept thrusting until I milked myself as far as I would go, but just kept going. He came shortly after, filling my intestines with white creamy streams of hot cum, humping my tail hole like crazy, this caused me to spurt again and again, shooting more of my seed into his maw; he tried his best to gather it all up, but some just couldn't help but spill a little out his lips, which I then thoroughly licked, cleaning him up, and allowing for him to lock onto my tongue. We pulled apart; he just looked up at me, smiling and satisfied, but still a little confused.
"Eli?"
"Yes?"
"What just happened?"
"That was part of the healing process. It's different for each patient, this was the first one I've encountered that dealt with sexual issues such as this."
"There were others that who have been...used like I was?" his face looked worried.
"Well, yes and no. There have been others who have been raped when they were younger, but never to the degree that you've been. Their healing ended when we would return to reality."
"So I'm different?"
"Yes, your trauma could not be relieved unless you experienced intercourse that was not forced upon you, and that you actually control over."
"Thank you," he said again, placing another kiss on my muzzle.
"Even though your psychotic defenses have disintegrated, there is still something nagging at the back of your mind."
"April."
"Yes, you can find her if you want." I let go of his haunches and stood to replace my garments, "I can make a letter of recommendation to allow for your release in 10 years instead of 20."
"Really?"
"Yeah, and you can get out earlier on good behavior if you don't attack anyone who tries to rape you in the shower."
"Then I'll be able to find her sooner."
"You know, Vincent, most of what I do is more than just have a session with my patients, I also take the time find anyone who they were close to that would help them heal faster."
"You mean...?"
"Yes, I can find April and send her to the prison you could be staying at. If you want."
"Oh, thank you, Dr. Heart!" he jumped up from the chair and hugged me tightly while I was still trying to button my jacket.
I went to a closet and got out a spare pair of jeans and a shirt and brown jacket, "Most of my patients come in attired in straightjackets, so I always keep some extra clothing I get from Good Will." I walked over to the intercom on my desk, "Sheila, Mr. Snowfall is done, please send in Clarice to escort him out."
"Yes sir, Dr. Heart." She's always had such a sweet, cordial voice. The cow came in about shortly after and Vincent willing allowed her handcuff him.
"See you at the trial, Eli," he said to me. It was so reassuring knowing that he knew he still had to go through it, that showed real maturity. They left and I pulled out a large tome from underneath my desk, 'And so continues the healing...' I said to myself.
"Sheila, I'll be resting for the remainder of the afternoon," I said to the intercom.
"Okay, Dr. Heart, hope you feel better."
"I always do."
"Sweet dreams."
"Thank you."
My speaker system turned on to some Beethoven music as I walked to my patient's chair, I rested my haunches on the seat, and laid my head back into the headrest. The tome levitated itself in front of me and flipped open to some empty pages. My arms split in 2 astral limbs, meeting at the elbow, one set of paws situated on my head like they did on Vincent's when I brought his past to present, and the other pair hovered over the empty pages; my eyes drifted shut, my mind began to wander...
--)(INSIDE ELI'S MIND)(--
I walked Daddy through a long, jail-like hallway, but there were no one in the cells, completely empty. He was stark naked, his body just like he was when Vincent was through with him, carrying the large mauled penis, holding it like it was security blanket. His eyes could only portray fear; around his neck was a chain, and walking behind were Uncle Jack and Matt, also scared like little children complete with shot wounds, they all had their paws tied with the chains.
Eventually the hallway ended, leading to large metal room with a large hole in the center, a strong breeze shooting upward, it was about a football field's length in diameter. I over a clear floor over the large hole; looking down there was a large book, covering the bottom of the hole; half way down there were large, thin spinning blades. I pulled a lever that appeared next to me, sending them through the fan and turning their bodies into ink for the tome. I stayed floating in the air, my arms behind my back and my coat billowing, I didn't bother to look down, for I've seen it before. I walked on thin air to the edge so I could return to my resting.
"And so continues the healing..."