Where am I?

She shook her head, and felt water fly off her dripping hair.

I’m in the water? How did I…

She looked around. I’m in the … ocean?

She found herself treading water. She stretched up and looked out at the horizon and saw nothing but waves. She turned the other way, and in the distance saw, then heard, a distant storm, lightning flashing. Nothing else. No boats, no other people, no land.

How did I get here?

She searched her memory, and couldn’t remember being in the water. Or going to the water. Or going near the water.

In fact, she couldn’t remember anything at all.

She began to feel icy cold panic trickle over her, her heart starting to pound, but took a deep breath to try to calm herself. That won’t help. Gotta think!

She cast her mind back, and found – nothing.

Something caught her eye, and she looked down. What’s that? There’s a glimmer of light below. People? Perhaps they can help me!

She looked down, and saw something moving up towards her from the abyss, gradually growing in size. She gasped – it looked like a luminous orb, a giant eye moving up towards her.

She turned and started to thrash in the water, swimming away as fast as she could … then felt something brush her leg, wrap around her calf, and hold her fast.

She screamed … and then slowly relaxed. She felt a slight burning sensation in her leg, a warmth that spread outward from her calf, leaving a glow in its wake. Her pussy suddenly felt hot and her nipples hardened until her breasts ached. Her back arched, and she squirmed, but failed to notice that she had been pulled under water.

She similarly failed to notice that she wasn’t breathing – and that it didn’t bother her. More limbs wrapped around her, and pulled her towards the enormous eye. She shivered. The eye looked somehow familiar, and she felt she should recognize it. Then a wave of heat hit her, and she found herself suddenly overwhelmed by how horny she was…

Looking down, she noticed that she was naked, had been naked from the start. She grinned. This feels good, she thought.

And with the thought came a sensation as one of the suckered limbs slid up along her leg, wrapped in around her hip, across her tummy, then wrapped around the other hip, holding her comfortably tight, legs spread. Another tip slithered towards her pussy, slowly, suckers massaging, first parting her folds, then rubbing her pearl, then sliding slowly, slowly into her cunt.

Her mouth opened, and had she been in the open air, she would have gasped. Her face felt flushed, a trickle of pins and needles working down her torso, igniting her pussy further, causing her to thrash with excitement.

Another limb wrapped around her upper torso, and suckers attached themselves to her nipples, massaging and sucking on them, accentuating the sensations coursing through her body.

The limb inside her cunt expanded, and rippled, massaging her G-spot and cunt walls, making her cry out in ecstasy. She came explosively, her entire body convulsing as her cunt, G-spot, clit, and nipples were all being manipulated at the same time.

More! she thought, MORE!

And as the thought emerged, she felt a tentacle slide up between her legs, and a tip begin to probe her puckered anus. Her body relaxed, and the tip, moistened by the water around them, slid gently into her back passage, slithering well inside.

The tentacles in her cunt and ass began to expand and contract in waves, working together and massaging the tissue between, amplifying her orgasm as she saw black and red stars. Her body prickled, and her mouth gaped…

…only to find another tentacle presented. It took her some time to realize it was there, but when her eyes focused on it, she moved forward, grasped it, and pulled it to her lips, then sucked it into her mouth, rhythmically sucking it deep, then backing off, then deeper, and backing off again. The tentacle began to expand and contract in her mouth and throat in time with the pulsing in her cunt and ass.

Her whole body convulsed as one, she came violently, and squirted.

Her vision blacked out, and her consciousness faded…

…then slowly returned, her eyes unfocused, sweat pouring from her head, as she gasped for air. Slowly her vision resolved onto a blank screen in front of her eyes. She pushed the visor and the turban on her head up and off, then turned her head, and recognized the treatment room where she and her therapist had run the session he had recommended.

And as her awareness returned, she inhaled – and the aroma of her honey was pervasive. Her hand slowly traveled down her torso and cupped her pussy. She realized her panties were sodden, and creating a damp spot on her thick dress.

She shrieked, then chopped it, off, stood unsteadily, then stiff-walked out of the therapy room and into the bathroom.

“All you all right, Lisa?”

She didn’t answer, but firmly shut the door, and slumped against it. Oh my God! What just happened?

She hiked up her long, dowdy dress, found the wet patch, then pulled further. It was as she had feared – her panties were a sodden mess, with cum and honey dripping down her thighs.

Staggering forward and dropping her dress, she placed her hands on the sink, breathing hard, looked up…

…and stared into her left, dominant eye, realizing she had seen it on the creature. Embarrassed, she looked away, down at the floor, wondering how she had humiliated herself this way. Was she some kind of secret, dirty slut that she should have responded this way to simulation therapy. It was designed to help her figure out why she was so desperately unhappy, but was this who she wanted to be?

Eventually, realizing she couldn’t stay in the bathroom forever, she gingerly slid her sopping panties down and wrung them out over the sink. She rolled them in a long strip of paper towel from the dispenser, using more paper towels to wipe her thighs and dab at her dripping cunt, then washing her hands repeatedly.

Finally, taking a deep breath, and trying to hide the rolled up panties by her far side, she yanked open the door, walked hurriedly towards the reception room door, blurting out, “I’m sorry I have to leave,” without giving Dr. Lichter a chance to reply, then slammed the door unintentionally hard behind her, and fled to her car.

But that night, alone in bed, she found her thoughts returning over and over to the feelings she had experienced, and found her pussy turning molten again. Her legs started rubbing against each other as they sought to create friction. This is wrong, it’s dirty! She thought to herself, but found she was unable to stop.

Tossing and turning restlessly, unable to settle, she found one hand sliding down her torso. I’ll just touch it to make sure, she thought, without deciding what she was making sure of.

She stroked her pearl through flannel material of her nighty, then jerked hard at the wave of sensation that jolted through her body. Rolling onto her side, she panted, then, surprised at her boldness, began to pull her nighty up over her body until it got tangled around her head, then finally balled it up and threw it across the room.

She lay on her back on the bed naked, defiantly spread her legs – and felt a trickle of honey as it rolled down her bum cheeks from her pussy. Feeling as if her hand was somehow detached from her, she felt it slide down, find her pearl and started rubbing it.

It felt heavenly, and although she felt like a whore for doing so, she was unable to stop. Her other hand joined the first, fingers sliding between the folds of her cunt and deep inside, exploring a strange, new territory of sensation.

Soon she was panting, arching her back, raising her bum off the bed and letting it fall as wave after wave of sensation shook her body. She was helpless to stop, until finally she collapsed, exhausted, into sleep, both hands coated with honey and cum.

The next session with Dr. Lichter was a week later. By then, she had surrendered all pretence of even trying to avoid her wanton, needy pussy, and found herself stroking herself to orgasm after orgasm, sometimes in embarrassing and inconvenient places. She had even taken to watching porn online as she did it and found that it accentuated her feelings.

She decided that, much as she hated the idea, she had to discuss this with her therapist. They had built a strong basis of trust over years of mostly unsuccessful sessions. She had made very little progress, not because of any fault of his, but because she kept shying away from the possibility that she was a sexual being, and had desires that were not being met.

Haltingly, stuttering, and blushing furiously, she described what she was feeling, and what the simulation therapy had triggered. To her surprise, he was not surprised. He had hoped that sooner or later she would find a way to accept her sexuality.

“So, what do you suggest? How do I get rid of these horrid thoughts?” she demanded.

He sighed, “Lisa, you can no more get rid of these ‘horrid thoughts’ than you could get rid of your hands or head. They are a part of you, a part of who you are – and a part you have worked hard to avoid seeing. You’re a normal woman with a healthy sex drive.”

And he stopped, letting the silence stretch between them as she blushed, looking away from him. Finally, she said, “So how do I live with this, this part of myself that you say I’ve been avoiding.”

She looked up and almost laughed, “Aside from anything else, my pussy’s getting sore!”

Caught off guard, he laughed, a short barking sound that he chopped off as quickly as he could, chiding himself for being unprofessional.

“Sorry. I don’t know, Lisa. All I can suggest is that instead of avoiding yourself, look deeper, and learn more about yourself.”

Her jaw working, she pondered that for a while. “Tell me again what this simulation thing does to me?”

He sat up and crossed his legs in his armless stenographer’s chair, putting his book and pen aside, “It creates a simulated reality for you to experience, starting with my notes, using artificial intelligence to construe potential meaning. It measures what your brain is saying to itself and the micro-movements of your muscles to interpret what’s going on in your subconscious. It adjusts this simulation thousands of times a second as it measures your response to it, and channels the simulation into a path that your subconscious responds most strongly to. In other words, it shows you what you want – although the images are often allegories or metaphors for things you have not experienced, and for which you have no referents. Your subconscious doesn’t deal in words.

“Does that make sense? Have I explained it clearly?”

She stared at him, “So you’re saying that…monster came from my subconscious.”

He nodded.

“And that was what my subconscious wanted to do to me.”

Now he shook his head, “No. That was what your subconscious was trying to tell you that you wanted, in the only language it has available: images and feelings.”

She sat, looking at the floor for a long time. He kept silent realizing this was a critical juncture in her treatment, and praying that she wouldn’t back away from it.

Finally, she thew up her hands, and said, “Then I guess I’d better find out what the fuck it has to say to me. I can’t go on like this.”

He breathed a quiet sigh of relief – and scheduled the next session.

They met several times over the next weeks and discussed what she had experienced, and whether the images conjured were in fact what she wanted, with indeterminate results. But he noticed changes when she stopped wearing dowdy, shapeless clothes, and started dressing with a certain feminine awareness. She began to use small amounts of makeup, mostly lipstick and a little eyeliner. And she began to look him in the eye.

She still looked away when she talked about her masturbation, clearly embarrassed, but was at least willing to discuss it.

Finally, one week, at the end of a session, she blurted out, “I need to go back. I need to know more. I’m still unhappy, and something inside is stirring, but I can’t figure out what it is.”

She blushed, but looked up, “And I’m tired of my pussy being sore,” then quickly looked away. “I need to know what’s next.”

After some discussion, he booked another appointment for the Simulation Theatre for her in three weeks’ time.

They both waited with different degrees of anxiety and curiosity…

I’m here, she thought, scanning the ocean around her. It was night, with millions of stars in the sky. Surprisingly, she could only see out of her right eye. She reached up and found an empty socket where she expected her left eye to be. She shrugged, knowing that this wasn’t real, but a symbol of something missing inside her. She decided not to worry about it.

Looking down, she spied the glow she associated with the monster. Not a monster, she corrected herself, Me; my subconscious.

Come to me, she beckoned, and the shape zoomed up towards her out of the darkness below, its tentacles streaming behind its form. This time its pointed head led the way straight towards her body hanging, legs down, in the water.

Without considering why, she opened her legs, and was surprised, yet not surprised, when it slowed, then moved between her legs, shrinking and wriggling up into her vagina, dragging itself up until it had completely disappeared inside her. Hot shivers ran from her bum up her spine as it ignited her pussy and slithered along her cunt walls before vanishing from her awareness. She felt surprisingly full – and intensely aroused and prickly, a sensation that was becoming quite familiar.

Her head fell back as she tread water. She breathed heavily in the night air, and felt stronger, then noticed that she could now see with both eyes. Her hand came to her face and confirmed that she had two eyes now. I’m complete, she thought, then reconsidered.

No, not yet, she thought, I’m hungry!

She looked towards the horizon, and noticed a full moon was rising, shining a path. At its end was land, so she began swimming towards it with strong, confident strokes, reaching the beach shortly thereafter.

She pulled herself onto the beach, panting slightly from the exertion – then inhaled, caught an aroma, found her nipples getting tight, and her pussy clenching. Man, she thought, surprising herself. She had no idea how she knew what an erect man smelled like, never having been with one.

She rose in the moonlight, strength surging within her until she stood, exultant, feeling powerful. It seemed that her waist was slimmer, her bust bigger, and that her muscles rippled. She felt she was exuding sexuality. Scanning the horizon, she began hunting for the source of that enticing aroma. She moved along the path the moonlight set before her feet.

Arriving at a clearing with a campfire, her gaze locked on a man alone, lolling by the campfire, naked and stroking his cock. She padded forward and knelt between his spread legs, alarming him. He sat up, wondering where this exotic, naked creature had come from.

She smiled hungrily and pushed him back, then leaned forward, batting his hand away then lightly grasping the first cock she had ever touched. Her eyes widened, her mouth started to water, and an impulse deep inside her made her want to suck him into her mouth. The thought made her cunt twitch and her spine shiver. The cock pulsed, there were veins on the side, and a rim around its bulging head.

Licking her lips, she moved closer and inhaled, and the aroma reached deep inside her, igniting her cunt. Without thinking, her head dove forward, mouth open, her lips closed around his cockhead, and she licked, causing him to shiver. Her tongue reached out hungrily, laving all around as she savored the taste. It pulsed in her mouth, and the man moaned, spreading his legs wider. She found her hand sliding down between her legs of its own accord, finding her clit, and beginning to rub furiously.

A thrill ran down her spine, causing her asshole to squeeze shut and her cunt to spasm. She felt dominant, powerful – and eager for more. She sucked him in until he reached the back of her throat. Not knowing how or why, she paused, swallowed, extended her tongue, then continued forward more slowly, swallowing as she went until her mouth and throat had engulfed his whole cock.

The man moaned loudly, then his cock clenched, and spurted. His hands went to the back of her head, holding her there, his hips moving up to push his balls and abdomen against her lips.

He screamed in ecstasy, and she smiled around his cock. I control him – and I love it! Her tongue came out and licked his balls, causing him to squirm and thrust further.

His screams caused other heads to emerge from the surrounding huts, and men stepped out to see what was going on. What they saw froze them – an impossibly beautiful woman, kneeling and sucking off one of their number, her pale body glistening in the moonlight. They stood for a while, wondering and watching, then hurried forward.

The first man’s cock suddenly felt too sensitive, and he pushed her away. She rocked back on her heels, letting his limp, dripping cock slip from her mouth, leaving a trail of cum along her chin, just as the next man reached her.

She looked up at the next hard cock presented to her, but had another impulse, another need, even as she continued to pull and squeeze her throbbing clit. Grasping the hard shaft, she pulled the second man down, pushing him onto his back on the ground, then swung her leg over, straddling him, raised herself up, hovered her puffy, dripping cunt over his pulsing member, her clit throbbing in sympathy, then lowered herself down, wriggling to work him deep until he filled her. He gasped, back arching, and started thrusting upward.

She felt a hand on her back roughly pushing her. She twisted, batting the hand away, and turned to see a third cock waiting, then smiled, leaned well forward, shifted her hips and spread her legs wide, showing her puckered star, pushing her ass up at him, wiggling it invitingly.

He wasted no time, but knelt behind her, spit on his hand, rubbed it on his cock, repeated it, then placed the tip against her asshole and applied slow, steady pressure.

Again she smiled, relaxed her sphincters and felt the pole force its way in past her rim. The two men started to fuck her, rhythms complementing each other, and her body moved to help them. The sensations rippled through her, making her tits throb and ache, her heart pounding.

A hand grasped her hair, turning her head, and she saw another cock being presented to her mouth. Smiling, she reached up, grabbed his balls, and pulled him towards her, sucking him in, then put her hand on his hairy ass and pulled him deeper into her mouth and throat. Her body fizzed with pins and needles, and something deep within her erupted. She sobbed as she came, flushing red, and moving in concert with the three cocks inside, taking them deep, then pushing back momentarily before wanting them back deeper.

And in short order, each of the cocks unloaded inside her. She swallowed, her cunt spasmed, and her ass clenched around the cocks as she milked them dry.

As they finished, the men withdrew, staggered away and flopped, spent, on the ground, but were quickly replaced by more. Hands moved her this way and that, cocks pushed their way into her three holes, her hands reached out and pumping cocks that found their way there, while others stood over her, pulling their own pricks until they erupted, spilling their seed on her naked, glistening body.

More! she thought, I need MORE!

She was relentless, and took every cock as it came at her, emptied it, and pushed it away.

Over time, the men collapsed on the ground around her, one by one, unable to continue, spent, even as her hunger continued to grow. She came almost continuously, but each orgasm only whetted her appetite. She was insatiable – yet still felt there was something missing.

When the last cock shrank and dribbled out of her, she staggered up, wiped her face with her hand. There was cum dripping from her cunt and ass, and drooling down her face, hair, and body. She looked longingly at the bodies around her, curled up or lying flat, unconscious or asleep – and wondered, What’s missing? What more do I want?

Finally shrugging, she spied the moonlit path, followed it back to the water, then dove deep…

…and emerged, gasping, from the trance. This time, with her consent, Dr. Lichter had watched the images constructed by the AI on a large screen in the therapy room as it interpreted and displayed her subconscious impulses. Several times he had flinched, or adjusted his position uncomfortably, making notes through it all.

This was a novel experience for him, too. Using this new technology to see what was going on in a patient’s head was a far more intense experience for him than merely talking with them. He found sweat on his forehead and upper lip. The experience had moved him profoundly, and in ways he didn’t fully understand. He would re-examine the session later, on his own. He readjusted his position, exhaled deeply, then composed himself to wait for her reactions.

She eventually sat up, shaking her head as if ridding it of water, stood, swaying at first, then walked quickly to the bathroom and firmly but quietly closed the door. She took stock, leaning forward towards her reflection. Once again her panties were sodden, her body flushed, her tits aching, and her clit throbbed. And once again she felt unsatisfied.

Eventually she sighed, put on fresh panties, rolled the wet ones in a plastic bag which she deposited in her handbag, and went back to bid Dr. Lichter a terse good-bye.

She hurried home and stripped, this time in front of a mirror. Then, standing, she made herself cum over and over and over until she collapsed onto her knees, and fell forward, panting.

Once she recovered, she found the hunger was still there – but she wanted more than fingers in her cunt. Pacing around her apartment, she finally found a zucchini and a large carrot in a basket by the fridge. She quickly took them to the sink, washed them, then moved back to the bedroom, got down on her hands and knees, ass towards the mirror, but angled slightly so she could see herself.

She slid the carrot back and forth between her cunt lips, coating it with cum and honey, then reaching behind her, slowly pushed the tip into her anus until her sphincter began to ache from being stretched.

She dropped her head, panting, then picked up the zucchini. It was fatter than the carrot. She walked her knees wider apart, took the vegetable, coated it with honey, then slowly pushed and twisted it into her cunt, forcing it wide to accommodate the green phallus.

When she couldn’t push it in any further, she stared at herself in the mirror, then slowly slid her hand down and started rubbing her clit again, gently at first, because it was still sensitive, then harder and faster, panting in rhythm, watching this horny little bitch playing with herself – until she exploded, and collapsed on the floor, fainting…

When she came to, her first thought was, I’m a dirty slut, then reluctantly, but fuck it’s exciting!

Gingerly, she slid the two vegetables out of her holes, then crawled into bed, collapsing into sleep.

The next day she found a sex shop in a distant part of town, and, although embarrassed, purchased three different dildos, including one that was so thick she had to force it to fit. After that, she sucked and fucked herself in the shower, on the floor, and in her bed before falling into a sweaty, exhausted sleep every night. The days passed in a haze of lust and yearning.

Yet she felt there was still something missing…

They discussed her trance experience at length over the next several sessions. Some of the symbolism was clear – the moon representing her fertility, plus the archetype of Diana the huntress, the subconscious monster starting deep in her depths, or her missing eye appearing when she fused with it. They struggled with the meaning of the monster squirming its way into her vagina – was that to represent insemination, her coupling with her subconscious, or did it imply something more?

They discussed at length what he was suggested was hostility towards men, using them as sex objects to slake her hunger, as well as her attraction and desire to couple with them; an interpretation she fiercely resisted. He did comment that she had taken the form of a classical succubus – beautiful, insatiable, and irresistible to men, seducing them, using them, sucking their essences, then tossing them aside. She was unsure of that interpretation, but smiled at the description: beautiful, insatiable, and irresistible. She’d take that.

But neither of them could account for her sense of incompleteness or longing at the end of each experience, even with her growing sense of confidence, self, and power. Dr. Lichter suggested that her subconscious was trying to point her towards something important, which made sense.

Eventually, she insisted that she needed to go back and find out – and so a third session was scheduled. And although neither of them realized it at the time, she would abruptly terminate her therapy afterwards.

Breaking the surface of the water, she shook her head and looked up at the moon, which was well above the horizon. She swam toward the island with quick, confident strokes, then lifted herself, water cascading from her gleaming body, and stood for a second, taking stock.

Her arousal was a familiar sensation now, and she welcomed it. It gave her a sense of power and self-confidence, and made her feel like a whole woman.

Yet she felt different. She wasn’t quite naked, but was again irresistibly beautiful, with proud breasts and hourglass figure, but now wearing a headdress, a loincloth, and a necklace of power. She felt herself to be a glowing warrior goddess as she strode confidently towards the clearing, when her name popped into her head: Savagina!

When she emerged into the clearing, naked men immediately started to gather, surging forward. She held up a hand, and they stopped as if they had hit a glass wall. She moved deliberately, inspecting them one by one, seeking something she couldn’t quite define, then pushing each away until none were left.

Screaming in anger and frustration, she began to ransack the huts. She found nothing – until finally, in a small, tidy hut set off from the rest, she found a naked man with a painfully throbbing erection, his head bowed, his face hidden, his mouth stopped so he couldn't speak, and his hands tied behind him.

She inhaled – and recognized his scent. Striding forward, she put a finger under his chin and lifted his face so she could see it…

Lisa surged up from the couch, ripping the mesh turban and visor from her head, then stood bolt upright, fists clenched, staring at him.

Lichter sat motionless, shocked by what they had seen, but recovered enough to stutter, “Wha…are you, uh, all right?” He couldn’t meet her eyes. It had been his erection she had smelled. It was his face she – and he – had seen. He suspected her subconscious had recognized his scent and divined his arousal. He felt ashamed.

They were both quiet for a beat, then she said, “Dr. Lichter, you’re fired!”

He sighed but managed to nod.

Then, smiling, she unbuttoned her blouse, shrugging it off, reached behind her and unclipped her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands found the zipper on the side of her short skirt, unzipped it, and lowered it to the ground. She skinned her panties down, and stepped out of them, standing proud and naked, facing him, then striding confidently forward.

She stepped wide, straddling his chair and his legs, then lowered herself, wriggling, so her puffy, dripping cunt was directly over the prominent bulge in his pants and her face just inches from his. He still wouldn’t met her eyes.

“Now that you're no longer my therapist, Peter, I want you to fuck me raw, then live up to your name by licking the cum from my cunt. Then I want you to do every little thing you’ve ever wanted to my body until we both lie trembling and exhausted – together.”

She put a finger under his chin, forcing him to look at her. “So tell me, Dr. Lichter,” she said, rubbing her nose against his, “how does that make you feel?”

He stared at her, then smiled and said, "Shut up and kiss me."