The Young Therapist - Part 1 - The Institute.

Going back to my early years as a Psychologist. My first position was as a new Graduate at a privately run clinic, owned by a maverick Professor, David Piper.

It was over 30 years ago now that I drove my beat up car, a leftover from my student days, through the gates of the Piper Institute. The building had once been an abandoned asylum until it had been bought by David Piper, maverick Professor of Psychology and turned into a specialist home catering for traumatized teens.

Piper had been a guest lecturer at my university several times during my studies and, as a result, I got to know him and discuss his controversial "Shock Treatment" to help trauma sufferers recover from debilitating life events.

He operated his Institute as a charity, taking in mostly orphaned or institutionalized teens aged 14 to 17. His "charity" pays for the treatment and then arranges for the "cured" subjects to be integrated back into society. The money for this came from his deceased parents, his father had been an immensely wealthy merchant banker and when he and his wife had been killed in a private plane crash David had inherited everything.

He had immediately set up the Institute and it had been operating for 5 years now with mixed success, many in the scientific world condemned his methods as crude and ineffectual at best, some went as far as to say they were inhumane and some even suggested that they were illegal!

When I had graduated, Piper had invited me to join him at the Institute. I jumped at the chance, personally I thought his methods were groundbreaking and should be embraced. He had set me up in a small, one bedroom apartment above a furniture store in the small town near the Institute. I had moved in yesterday and now, here I was, pulling up outside the front door of the mans house, he lived in what had been the Gatehouse when the building was an asylum.

It was a modest home, three bedrooms apparently and the Professor lived here with his two daughters. I had been told he was separated from his wife pending a divorce.

I got out of my POS car, I would be able to replace it soon when I began to receive the pretty decent salary I had been offered and knocked on the Prof's front door.

To my surprise it was answered by one of his daughters. A cute brunette in a crop top T-shirt, it being the height of summer, a short flared skirt and bare legs and feet.

"Oh er.. Hi!" I stammered, thrown for a moment because I had been expecting the Professor. "I'm Doctor Brandon Foster" my new title still felt awkward to say but, hey, I'd earned it so I was gonna use it. "I'm here to see The Professor?" I continued.

"Oh yes!" the girl replied, "He's up at the main building at the moment but said he would be back soon, I'm his daughter Emily" she held out a hand, I smiled and shook it, I knew from conversations with the man that this was the Prof's oldest daughter. A very confident 16 year old it would appear. "I very pleased to meet you Emily" I said formally.

"Come on through" she said leading me down a hallway, some stairs went up on my right, at the top I could see another girl, younger but with similar dark curly hair, "That's my sister Lucy" Emily waved a hand vaguely at the girl.

I looked up and smiled, again I knew that this was the Prof's younger 14 year old daughter, she smiled back shyly and I noticed that she only wore a white vest and light grey panties, however, she didn't seem self conscious of the fact that she was half naked in front of a complete stranger who could see her small breasts and nipples poking up under the vest and the crease of her pussy in the panties, she raised a hand to her mouth and bit her finger lightly.

"In here" Emily showed me through to a home office, sparsely furnished, she pointed to a chair on one side of a large desk, "You can wait for my Daddy there" it was odd to hear Professor David Piper referred to as "Daddy" but this was his home and his Daughter. "He said you were to wait" she leaned against the desk in front of me as I sat down, "like I said, I'm sure he won't be long. Are you his new assistant?" she asked.

"Yes I am" I answered, "and I'm really pleased to be working with your father"

"He did mention you of course" Emily hopped up onto the edge of the desk and raised her knees so they were under her chin, "He didn't mention that you were so young though" she smiled. My eyes strayed down her legs to the edge of her skirt, which had now ridden up, I noticed that she wasn't wearing any panties and that I could see the curve of her butt.

"I, er.. was one of the youngest psychology graduates the University had ever had" I threw out a standard line of introduction while I tried not to look at Emily's shapely legs and ass. "Hmm, it's nice to have someone younger around" the girl said wriggling her bare toes at me, "Most of the visitors we've had so far have been old, beardy types" she grinned, "No fun at all"

She lowered her legs again, but the skirt stayed high up as she swung them off the edge of the desk, they had parted slightly and I could now actually see the top of her pussy, which was bare, shaved no less! Did she realise? Was this a deliberate tease directed at the young Doctor?

"Interesting?" I thought to myself whilst fighting to control the erection growing in my pants as the teen continued to swing her legs and flash her bald cunt at me.

Just then there was a noise in the hallway, a door opened and closed, "Daddy's home!" Emily cried and hopped off the desk, she ran to meet the Professor as he came down the hall. Leaping into his arms she kissed him, surprisingly full on the lips with a lingering pause and I was afforded a nice view of her cute 16 year old ass as her skirt rode up and her father hugged her.

"Daddy!" another voice came from the stairs, this was Lucy, still in just a vest and panties. She too was hugged and kissed long and hard. I also got a good glimpse of her skinny legs and butt as her panties got caught up in her ass crack as her father held her, Emily saw me looking and grinned at me. I actually think I blushed a little.

"Right girls!" the Professor announced, "This is my new colleague, Doctor Foster" he put his hands on the girls shoulders, "and this is Emily and Lucy" he said to me.

"I'm happy to meet you both" I said in reply.

"Okay, you to get off upstairs and I'll see you later for dinner, I have to show the Doctor here to his new place of work!" he patted the two girls on the butt as they skipped away.

The girls ran upstairs whispering and giggling, I sure Emily deliberately made it so her skirt flew up again, flashing me her ass as she went. What a little teaser!

The Prof appeared not to notice, or care! He shook my hand and lead me back into the office, "I have a couple of case files I want you to read at some point whenever you have time" he explained handing me the folders, "But what I want to do now is show you around a little"

I tucked the folders under my arm and followed him out of the house and up the lane. It was only a short stroll to the Institute itself and the Prof filled me in on a little of it's history. Built in the early 1920's to house wounded and shell shocked soldiers from world war one, it eventually became an asylum for the mentally ill in the 1950's.

It had fallen into disuse in the 80's before Piper had bought it and completely refurbished it.

Now, the blocky, rectangular building, obviously made for utility not beauty, housed ten female patients and five male. They were all aged between 14 and 17 years and had suffered some form of sexual trauma in their young lives which had made them unable to function in regular society, Piper claimed to be able resolve this trauma over two years of treatment.

As I walked along the Prof waxed lyrical about the building and its goals, I suddenly noticed movement in a nearby clump of trees, the Institute did have fairly extensive grounds, to my surprise I finally saw that it was a teenage couple and they were almost naked. The girl was on her hands and knees, her titties swung beneath her, the boy was on his knees behind her. His pants were down and he was quite obviously fucking her doggy style.

I cleared my throat and interrupted the Prof's flow, "Just out of interest" I pointed towards the trees, "Are those two having sex?" Piper glanced and nodded.

"Oh yes!" he replied in a matter of fact way, "The institutes residents are not held prisoner here" he explained, "They may leave their rooms, but not the grounds and they are free to fraternize whenever and wherever they please" he smiled, "It's all part of the healing process" he added.

We entered the building leaving the copulating teens behind, "Simple layout" the Prof pointed around as we stood in the spacious foyer of the building, "Reception there, usually manned by a couple of orderlies and/or a nurse" he continued, "two floors, this level has five rooms to the left for female patients, with a bathroom at the end" he switched direction.

"To the right is the same set up for male patients" he pointed to a door under the stairway, "Back there is a kitchen, where all food for the patients is prepared, plus a dining area for staff and a small Pharmacy where medication is given out" we began to climb the stairs, "up here to the left, again accommodation for five female patients" he turned right now and I followed, looking out of the windows at the top of the stairs I could see more of the Institutes grounds, there were a few people out walking or sitting on lawn chairs, no one was fucking though I noticed!

"This is the consulting room" he opened a door showing a room containing a classic psychiatry set up of bookcases, a wing back chair and a couch to lie on. On one wall was a large mirror, the Prof pointed to it. "That mirror is two way glass" he explained as we moved to the next door, "This is an observation room were everything in the consulting room can be seen and heard" the small room contained a couple of chairs and a table but nothing else.

"More of that later" he pointed to the next door, "this is a staff bathroom" we continued along the corridor, "and this is your office" he opened the door on a room a little larger than the consulting room, it contained bookcases, a chair and couch, a desk and another window overlooking the grounds "I hope it's comfortable for you" he said with a smile, "But if you need anything to improve it, just say the word" he shut the door again.

"But now I want you to observe while I meet with a patient, follow me" we went in through the last door at the end of the corridor, this was the Prof's own office. It was quite spacious and furnished similarly to mine, this time two windows opened onto the grounds, one at the back of the building like mine but also one to the side. It was a very nice office.

Piper walked over to the desk and pressed a button, "Reception?" a male voice said, "Could you bring Claire up to the consulting room please" the Prof ordered, "Will do sir" came the reply.

We left the office and walked back down the corridor, "You do have the file notes for this patient" Piper said tapping the folders still under my arm, "Straightforward case of a young orphan abused by one of her foster fathers, continuously raped over a number of years by him and his friends" we stopped outside the observation room, "she is 15 now and I use my standard shock treatment on her to help her accept what happened to her, go in here and watch"

I went in and sat down, the Prof then moved into the consulting room.

I watched through the glass as he sat in the chair, then the door opened and two orderlies, tall, well build guys, brought in a young girl, blonde, quite pretty and slim, she wore a white t-shirt and a knee length skirt. The Professor stood.

"Well Claire, are you ready to begin?" he asked the girl quietly, "Yes Professor" she replied. "Very well, I want you to remember what it was like when your foster father mistreated you as we proceed, remember, this is help you deal with your trauma"

I leaned forward in my chair to watch.

"You little slut!" the Prof's demeaner changed and he became angry and threatening, the girl flinched and looked a little panicky as the orderlies grabbed hold of her arms, "Do you think you can behave like you did without punishment" the Prof continued, "Hold her down" he instructed the orderlies, the dragged the struggling girl over to the couch and bent her forwards, the Prof pulled a leather belt out of a desk drawer.

He stood behind the girl and one of the big men lifted her skirt and literally tore off her panties, the professor swung the belt and wacked the girls shaking buttocks leaving a red mark, "This is what sluts get!" the Prof snarled as he hit her again, the girls shrieked in pain.

He hit her a third time and then stepped back, "Now gentlemen" he said to the two big men, "Lets fuck this bitch"

I watched as the pair removed the struggling teens clothes and then bent her over the couch again, one of then unzipped his pants and took out a big cock, he slipped two fingers into the girls exposed pussy and began to finger fuck her while his colleague held her. "No! stop!" she wailed, but to no avail as the guy eased his cock into her, then he began to fuck her, hard.

I was fascinated, this was the "shock treatment" that Professor Piper had become famous, or infamous, for. He would make the patient relive their trauma over and over until it became normal behavior, at which point the patient accepted it and was no longer traumatized. Basically, that was the moment they were declared as "Cured" and left the institute for rehabilitation.

I continued to observe as the first orderly grunted and emptied his balls into the young girl. The second hunk took over, this guy had lubed his cock and took the girl viciously up the ass, she gasped and I was no longer sure if she was struggling and crying anymore or whether she was enjoying it. She answered my doubts by moaning "Oh yes! fuck me! fuck my asshole!"

Did this mean the treatment was working?

The big man pumped the girls butt harder now as he neared his climax, "Oh god yes!" the girl suddenly cried, "Yes! I'm fucking cumming!" the orderly also moaned as he spunked in her ass, I realised that the Professor also had his cock out and was masturbating and I have to admit I was too. I noticed a box of tissues placed handily on the table and pulled a wad of them out.

"Take this you fucking cum slut" the Prof snarled as the orderlies turned the young girl over so he could cum in her face, I watched and gasped, shooting my own big load into the tissues as Piper sprayed several ropes of spunk into her face and open mouth, she swallowed.

"Good girl Claire" Professor Piper smiled as he wipe his cock on her forehead and put it away, "You can take her to the showers gentlemen" he concluded and left the room. I watched the two orderlies as they helped Claire dress and leave as the Prof entered the observation area.

"Ah!" he smiled, "I see you took advantage of the facilities" he nodded at the cum stained tissue on the table, "Just toss it in the trash, the cleaners will take care of it" I did so.

We spent the rest of the afternoon in his office discussing his methods his plans for a future expansion which I would be part of, I was very excited at the prospects. Later we strolled back to his home and parted, I took the case files to read in my apartment over dinner.

"We'll have to see about getting you a more reliable vehicle Foster" he said patting the hood of my current rust heap, "I'll give you a cheque tomorrow so you can sort that out, remind me" he added, I thanked him amazed, the man was going to buy me a better car!

"Well, have a pleasant evening, you must come for dinner soon too" he said and went in through his front door.

I was unlocking my car when I caught movement in an upstairs window, I watched as one of the Professors daughters stood watching me in a small bra and panties, she had one hand on the window glass, the other was down the front of her panties and she was clearly masturbating, rubbing her clit vigorously until her hips jerked and a small dark stain at the front of her light grey panties showed me that she had squirted a little as she had climaxed.

I climbed into my car and drove away, leaving Lucy, the Profs 14 year old Daughter, at the window!

End of Part 1