Dasia stepped out of the car and dreaded going into the place she once escaped from. She fought so hard to get that breakthrough, to now return? With a slight turn on her heel, she heard the metal lock securing the car, but her tummy and mind was not in the same frame as the vehicle. It was time to deal with this directly. Her left hand rose, rubbing the left temple, trying to ward off the pain building as she started her journey backwards, only to move forward once again.

"Dasia! Dasia!"

She was awakened by a voice that had an image of someone she once respected.

"Dasia, you need to get up."

The voice insisted. She turned and saw the embodiment of the sound, Doctor Sylvan, in her room. A place he never frequented.

"Dasia come with me, quickly."

She scrambled off the bed like it was on fire, and headed out the door, following Doctor Sylvan, as he directed her path to his office. There secret place. As soon as the doors closed the threshold Doctor Sylvan grabbed one of her arms and spun her around to kiss her. Before her mind could comprehend, Dasia's lips were brutally taken by the good Doctor. Her mouth, which was actually opened to protest, got ravished by his tongue. Delving with intensity inside her mouth.

She was actually trying to fight him off. Maybe it was how she was awaken to blame for her aggressiveness, or maybe she was angry, but she fought. Doctor Sylvan saw it differently and his excitement was felt as it made contact with her tummy. She felt it, the anger, this time. she felt the bile in her mouth as a rancid taste touched her tongue. She punched his hand as hard as she could. Doctor Sylvan stepped back a little without breaking free of his grip on her.

His urgency and need took precedent. he was focused on one thing only. For the first time he got physically rough with Dasia. He took both her hands, held it above her head, and with his free hand he raised her dress, ripped off her panties and searched for the moisture he knew was waiting for him.

Dasia wanted to scream but her throat was dry and any sound to be heard was the quick pacing of her heart. She took one of her legs and wrapped around his, hoping it would off balance him. Doctor Sylvan took it as an opening, as it movement created easy access for his fingers to slip deeper inside her. The good doctor removed his fingers and replaced it with his thick girth. Doctor Sylvan shoved his thickness without any care, inside her. She screamed but it stuck in her throat. She licked her lips trying to find a little wetness to quench the fire in her throat. He was inside now, rocking her backward against the door again.

Dasia was fully aware of what was happening. She knew something triggered the good doctor why he seeked her out. Why he seeked her presence in this form.

He needed her. She mused internally. Doctor Sylvan needed, no wanted Dasia. Sane as she can be, without any high. He wanted only her to quench the heat he was ablaze with. The tingling that hung between his legs, only she could ease it and make it better. She smiled to herself with the new realization. It showed on her face now. Her hands relaxed in his death grip. Doctor Sylvan noticed the change in her demeanor. He, himself changed also. Loosening his tight hold on her. She started to feel the numbness reside. Her aura changed and it showed. Her face, once taute, now soften. As the good doctor released her, Dasia's hands wrapped around his neck, cuddling and supporting his head. Caring not to hurt but caress as the doctor has his full with her. Bringing his head closer to hers. Matching his tongue with hers in a battle she didn't care who won. All she knew she was in his arms. Free from the meds. Free to be her and she moistened a little more with the thought.

He increased his pace, driving harder and faster between her legs and she welcomed every raw moment. Every sensation he incited she eagerly embraced and gyrated her hips begging for more of Doctor Sylvan. His both hands grasped her ass lifting her just a little for him to fit even more snugly in her tight hole. The hole he craved for without caring if the world knew. He was in and out, taking his fill. Not adhering to the need of Dasia's body. She was giving herself freely though, not thinking about her orgasmic point. The good doctor emptied himself inside her, jerking as he did, giving his last. Dasia enjoyed this opportunity. Reveling in the thought that only she sated the good doctor's sexual hunger.

"Hi, I am here to see Doctor Sylvan."

With her purple wig, heavy makeup, not even the nurses and hopefully the doctor would recognize nor can identify her. She was scared but she made sure not to show her timidness to the world. The world today was her past