Content warning here for any sexual assault, any family trauma, any trauma from a mental health provider. This is fantasy only, purely for sexual gratification, devoid of STDs and real world problems.
This story follows Hellie and the Pool Party and Hellie's Interrogation...
Hellie went to counseling through her school. She had a handful of free sessions and really, what harm could it do to explore herself in a new way?
She had two classes a week, and so one day after class she went to the school counseling center.
"Do you have a gender preference for your counselor?" they'd asked her on the phone.
"A man." Hellie had said it without thinking, and now, waiting in the empty room for her counselor, she wondered if she'd made the wrong call.
It wasn't long before the man walked in.
"Hello," he said, in the middle of a text message. "You must be--" He looked up and his eyes met hers. "Helena."
Hellie froze.
Her counselor was...Daddy.
Daddy, the strange man who'd fucked her in the back of a police cruiser while talking about her "princess parts," who'd called her a good girl. Who'd used all her holes.
Who'd made Hellie very, very wet.
She didn't even know his name.
To Hellie's surprise, Daddy froze, too. But he collected himself quickly.
"Sweetheart," he said. He looked around the room. "Sweetheart, this won't do." He closed the door.
"Daddy's told you not to come to his workplace." He reached into his pocket. "Why don't you come visit Daddy after school today?" He handed her a business card. "Daddy can give you all his time."
Hellie took the card, looked back up at him.
He winked. "That's my office. Save your money and your free sessions."
Hellie swallowed. "When...?"
"It's 2pm now...can you come by at 5pm?"
Hellie nodded. "Yes."
He smiled and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you sweetheart. Daddy will see you soon."
It turned out that Daddy's office wasn't far from campus. There was a sign outside that said "Dr. Walter Hendricks, Psychologist." It was part of a large house. When Hellie walked inside, she saw a large room full of luxurious furniture, bookshelves, stained glass windows and lamps, and a wide wooden desk. Daddy-- or, Dr. Hendricks, Hellie guessed-- was sitting at the desk now.
"Hi sweetheart, thank you so much for coming to see Daddy." He stood up at his desk in greeting, but didn't approach her.
Hellie frowned, still studying the room, still studying him. "If you have your own practice, why do you do free sessions at the school?"
Dr. Hendricks smiled. "I think of it as a contribution to my community. I'm...not usually doing the sort of thing that you and I did the day we met."
The corner of Hellie's mouth peaked up. "But then how do you know...how do you know Officer Dill?"
"I sometimes help evaluate for the police force. Dill and I have known each other much longer though, in fact we grew up together. That day we met, he texted me that he was having some type of on-the-go orgy in his cruiser. He said he'd come and pick me up if I wanted some good pussy however I liked it." Hendricks' smile widened. "And I did."
Hellie nodded, blushing. "So...so this is free?"
"It's all free for my babygirl. Daddy would never charge you, especially after you were so good for him."
Hellie nodded again. She began to take her clothes off.
Daddy held up a hand. "Oh sweetie, no." He nodded to her. "You've only met me in one capacity and...there will be time for that, soon. But you came to Daddy for counseling, and so why don't we talk first?" He came around his desk and sat in a chair across from where she stood."
Hellie blinked. "Oh. Oh, sure."
He gestured to the room. "Have a seat here, wherever you're comfortable."
There was an assortment of chairs and a puffy, comfy-look couch. Hellie decided to take the latter.
"So, Helena."
"Hellie."
"Hellie. What a cute name for my babygirl. Well, Hellie, why don't you tell me what made you decide to go to the counseling center today?"
"Well..I guess...I guess I've been behaving a little recklessly the past few months?"
"Do you think you have?"
"Well..I guess so."
"You guess so?" Daddy leaned forward. "Listen to me, sweetheart. This is a place where nobody is going to judge you. Nobody's going to force you to justify your decisions. Any explanation you give me is about helping you, not criticizing you." He sat back again. "You don't have to categorize yourself if you don't want to. Just tell me what's been on your mind."
Hellie bit the inside of her lip.
"Or you can tell me about your--"
"I used to fuck my stepdad," Hellie blurted out.
To his credit, Hendricks' face didn't change. "When you say 'fuck'..."
"I mean like what we did, in the car."
"And you wanted to do that with him?" He paused. "With me?"
Hellie nodded. "Yes. To both."
"When did it start?
"When I was 19."
"So not very long ago, really."
"Kind of."
"How old are you now?"
"I'm 23."
"So grown-up." He beamed at her, and Hellie blushed. "Was he like me?"
Hellie shook her head. "No. No, he's older. And he wasn't nice."
"When you say he wasn't nice.."
"He was mean. He was so mean to me." Hellie took a deep breath. "But I miss it."
"Tell me more."
"Well..it was after my mom left. That wasn't really anything new- my mom has always been all over the place. She never had me in foster care, but she was always leaving me with people-- friends, family, boyfriends."
"Did most of her boyfriends take advantage of you? Was that a pattern?"
"No! No. I had a...I guess I had a pretty wholesome childhood. She married my stepdad when I was in high school, and she left right after I graduated. I had nowhere else to go, so I lived with him while I did community college for a while."
"And were you attracted to him?"
"No. I mean, yes? Not outright. He was just...an older guy who'd dropped me off at stuff, and made sure I did my homework. He was cranky. He could've kicked me out, I mean I wasn't his kid. But after she left, he told me I could stay as long as I worked and went to school, until I figured out where I wanted to go from there."
"Was he loving?"
"No. He was...no, he was not loving."
"Did he make you fuck him?"
Hellie sighed. "Not exactly? He found me making out with a boy in a car parked outside, and he tapped on the window and made me come into the house."
"He made you?"
"He told me to."