Thread: A Wolf In Sheep's Clothing; When Predator Becomes Prey. (Quix & Xana)

After making it abundantly clear who controlled the sessions, McHugh relaxed back in his seat, and awaited the young woman's reaction to his curtness. Or, he appeared to relax, for truth be told, from the moment she'd stepped into his office with her youthful model looks, attired in the school uniform, the Psychiatrist sensed he might be out of his depth. Not a sex-therapist, child psychologist or a trained rape counselor, Ellis was accustomed to treating adults, mostly the rich, with diagnosed medical disorders and first-world problems. Occasionally it'd be single mothers, social security recipients, and drug dependents, referred from the courts, however the majority of those didn't require treatment as such, but simply had to attend a certain number of sessions to avoid jail time. He'd never counselled a teenager, but when the call came through, he'd accepted without pause. How hard could it be? With the image of Emily's perky breasts straining the fabric of her top, he realised he was about to find out, and attempted to swipe away a flash of sympathy for Warren Trudeau. After all, men were attracted to youth and beauty, both of which his client possessed in spades, and a thirty-seven year old man and sixteen year old girl sleeping together was perfectly legal in many countries across the globe. Being sexually aroused by a young woman in the bloom of her late adolescence was a biological fact of life, and completely normal, for males of all ages. In fact, so much so, that Ephebophilia, or the sexual attraction to girls aged fifteen to nineteen, unlike it's perverted cousins, wasn't considered an illness or disorder, and, as such, wasn't not listed in the DSM-5 the bible of psychiatric and mental health conditions. It was why 'Teen porn' forever remained amongst the top most searched terms on Google, and why even a well-respected Doctor like Ellis McHugh had no compunction in regularly visiting the recommended websites returned by that search query, for self-gratification. Those thoughts flowed unbidden through, however, when she responded to his invitation to talk, he reminded himself that, although he viewed nothing inherently wrong with a man being sexually aroused by a sixteen year old girl in theory, using the advantage of position, and coercion, was certainly immoral. Not to mention rape, which no woman should ever be subjected to. As Emily further revealed the details of what had occurred, the man remained silent, simply nodding now and then in empathy at the all too familiar story. Simultaneously, without Ellis being consciously aware, his gaze followed the path of the hands of the man who'd abused her, drifting over Emily's top when she mentioned it, eyes lingering momentarily on each button, then lower, to what of the skirt he could see from his side of the desk, as she continued. Only when he became cognisant that he'd been about to ask if she'd been wearing the exact same school uniform then, as she was now, did he cough to clear his throat, and jerk his head back up. Just in time to watch her lips move and hear how Trudea had pumped Emily on the sofa, and cum inside her. Shit. McHugh's stomach dropped due to a brief fit of guilt-induced nausea, as the recognition of his subconscious actions and thoughts conflicted against the recollection of the brief glimpse of tears in Emily's eyes from moments before, and her current demeanour, which only served to remind him of her true age, and pain she'd endured. It's okay, Emily. Soothing his dry throat with a sip of his water, the Doctor slipped back into his professional, calming, monotone voice, and maintained focus on her face. It's all over now. What he did, is called grooming. Predators are expert at it they select a vulnerable target, and seduce and draw them in, make them believe that it's all real, that their victim is special, and no-one else could understand them, as they do. Sexual pleasure is used as a weapon. Strange for a man of his maturity, amid a concerted effort to treat the sixteen-year old as just another patient requiring his expert help, that he'd averted his gaze when speaking of sexual pleasure a vision having come to him of Emily Harris, shirt unbuttoned, and perky tits hanging free, bent over his desk, crying out in ecstasy as, with her school skirt hiked over her waist, he rammed her tight, teen pussy from behind. Remorse, this time, came accompanied by a slight sense of shame, as he quickly glanced up at the clock, wondering how long the session had to go, and if he could pass this particular client onto a colleague, before he dared look at her again, What about personal guilt are you haunted about what you could have done differently, or how you should have stopped it? Changing the subject to safer ground, McHugh raised a brow. Don't be. What I'd like to get clear in your mind is that, whilst what occurred was wrong, you did nothing wrong. It was your teacher, a man twice your age. His acts should not be your burden to bear. Unfortunately, as attractive as you are, there'll likely always be men of his ilk hovering around, so you have to become confident with that fact that you don't need to make yourself sexually available to be deserving of love and attention, or to be special. At the same time, I don't you want to believe that there's anything shameful about sex, and the acts he manipulated you into performing. Life is a learning experience, and it's why we have the laws we do. First, to try to ensure this doesn't happen to vulnerable young women, and if that fails, which I'm sorry to say it did in this case, to punish men like Warren Trudeau.