The Second Place Sister - Sex Stories

The Second Place Sister

... Settling in, I hope?” “I'm good, and yes, everyone is really nice,” “Excellent. Now, today, what I'd like to do is try to get to the root of your recent experimentation with drug use. I'm going to ask you some questions about your background, and we're going to explore, together, the driving force behind your addiction. Does that sound alright?” “Whatever you, need, sir.” Over the next half hour, Travers asked her all about her family life, her youth, school, her accomplishments, her boyfriend, social groups, and habits. He was very easy to talk to, and didn't come across condescending, or as though he was in a superior position. Tori found it easy to open up to him, and talk about anything. Finally, the question came. “When did you first experiment with drugs, Tori?” For the first time she didn't have an answer, since she had never actually done drugs. “Well, that's the thing, sir,” she tried to explain, “I never actually did any drugs,” Travers frowned, saying, “Now, Tori, your toxicology report was very clear. Your body contained a wide variety of illicit compounds,” he looked at her chart, “Marijuana, cocaine, painkillers, muscle relaxers. If this is going to work, I need you to be honest with me,” He looked at her expectantly, but she didn't know what to say. She was getting upset, and felt hot tears behind her eyes. He thought she was lying. Everyone thought she was lying, and no one would believe her! “I...I don't know. I don't ever remember doing any drugs!” she ...

... declared, agitated. “It's alright, dear. Just calm down a bit, now,” he handed her a tissue, “you said you'd never done any drugs, but now you're saying you don't remember?” “I don't. I didn't ever do drugs, and if I did I don't remember doing it!” Travers stroked his chin, looking thoughtful, “It may be possible that this whole experience has been such a trauma,” he posited, “that your mind has suppressed the memories of your drug abuse,” She wiped at her eyes, fighting the urge to cry. Why did she cry so much lately? It was like her hormones were completely out of whack. “Tori,” he said, snapping her back, “I'd like to try a bit of hypnosis, if that's alright. Perhaps we can bring out the repressed memories in your subconscious.” “Does that really work?” “It has varying degrees of success, depending on the person,” “If you think it will help,” “I'd like to try.” She nodded agreement. Travers had her lay down on the couch, and she heard his voice change. It became more monotone, very even, relaxing, she couldn't really focus on what he was saying. Whatever it was, she was getting sleepy. Soon, she was under, relaxed, oblivious to what was happening on the other side of her eyelids. Travers smiled at the prone teenager. She'd gone under very easily, indicating that she was going to be very open to suggestion. He began by implanting a few false memories. Tori smoking a joint alone, snorting a few lines of cocaine, taking some pills. She didn't have a long history of abuse, given ...