[GL] Someone Once Told Me the Grass is Much er on the Other Side-Chapter 104: Therapy Arc: Four

Lacy and Aurora sat in the car just sitting there, looking out the window. Aurora was taking a few deep breaths as they sat outside in the parking lot of the therapist building.

Aurora placed her hand on the door handle. She took another breaths as her mother sat watchng her. The Omegas were taking their time, not wanting to rush such things.

"Are you ready?"

Aurora shook her hands frantically and exhaled. "I’m still very nervous." She said to her mother. Lacy nodded her head, understanding perfectly what her daughter was conveying; in fact, Lacy wished she had done therapy when she was younger. It would have been extremely helpful.

"Maybe I should go to therapy," Lacy said to herself, even so, her daughter looked at her.

Aurora smiled. "I support that," the young Omega said.

The two of them got out the, car and walked into the building, going to the elevator and pushing the fifth button. They waited patiently amd got out onto the floor. When they entered into the office, they were informed to wait until the therapist was ready.

Aurora stood up when her name was called. She entered into the room and was face to face with an Omega therapist. Aurora hadn’t realized she was holding her breath until that moment.

When she applied for a therapist, she had forgot to choose an Omega, and worrie they would assign her an Alpha. Luckily that wasn’t the case as she sat down in the chair.

The Omega therapist looked at her, her name was Camden. At least her last night was Camden.

"So..." she started. "Tell me a little about you," she said.

"I’m here because I was raped by Theresa of the Theresa pack," Aurora said automatically.

Camden raised her eyebrows and began to take down notes.

"I kind of feel guilty."

"Why?" The sound of scraping filled the room as the therapist continued to take notes.

Aurora stared at the nativity scene figurine on Camden’s desk, a chipped ceramic lamb beside a shepherd. Its painted eyes seemed vacant, chilling against the cheerful backdrop.

The therapist didn’t look up, her pen scratching rhythmically on the legal pad. Aurora shifted in the leather chair, its creak loud in the silence. She hadn’t expected this question to slice so cleanly through her rehearsed numbness.

Guilt wasn’t a bubblicious emotion; it sank like cold stones in her stomach. She traced the seam of her jeans with a thumbnail, focusing on the rough texture to avoid Camden’s gaze. Outside, rain blurred the cityscape into streaks of gray light.

"I come from money, the pack’s money and she was able to get arrested even if she did post bail," she said, fidgeting with her hands. "She had othet victims who were ignored back in Takamire. I feel bad for them," Aurora whispered.

Shatwa placed the sex doll on her bed. She looked at it, looked at the figure and it’s-no, her. The sex doll was named Aurora. She was tanned, brown with white hair that Shatwa had personally ordered. On the face of the doll was a headshot of Aurora.

Shatwa undid her belt to her pants and pulled them down, she did pulled down her boxer briefs, her erection strong with her fluids spilling onto the floor.

"Let’s, uh, put a condom on, Aurora, yeah?"

Shatwa went to her dresser and pulled out a box of condoms. She took one and unwrapped it, placing it on her clit. The Alpha back to her sex doll and manipulated the legs the way she wanted the doll to be: missionary.

She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself between the doll’s legs. She grabbed the doll’s hips and pushed herself inside. She moaned as she thrusted, her eyes locked on the face of Aurora. She imagined Aurora moaning her name, begging her to stop. Shatwa smiled at the thought.

Shatwa thrusted harder, her hips slamming against the doll’s plastic skin. She had numerous images running through her head like Aurora crying, screaming for her to stop. Shatwa smiled wider, intoxicated with her own fantasy.

She imagined Aurora’s tears streaming down her face, her body trembling with fear. Shatwa moaned louder, her thrusts becoming more erratic. She fantasized about Aurora’s pleas, her cries for mercy.

Shatwa closed her eyes, lost in the fantasy. She imagined Aurora’s body beneath her, her skin soft and warm. Shatwa’s thrusts became faster, more desperate. She imagined Aurora’s whimpers, her sobs. Shatwa’s breath came in ragged gasps. She imagined Aurora’s surrender, her acceptance of Shatwa’s dominance.

Shatwa’s body tensed, her muscles coiled like springs. She imagined Aurora’s submission, her complete and utter defeat. Shatwa cried out as she reached her climax, her body shuddering with release.

She collapsed onto the doll, her breath heavy and labored. She lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow of her fantasy. She rolled off the doll and laid on her back, staring at the ceiling.

She smiled to herself, satisfied with her performance. She got up and went to the bathroom to clean herself up including taking the condom off. She returned to the bedroom and looked at the doll. She ran her hand over its face, tracing the features of Aurora.

She was memorized, knowing she would use the doll again soon. She covered the doll with a blanket and left the room, closing the door behind her.

"How did therapy go?" Salmona asked as her and Samantha made their way inside their home, dinner warming on the stove, already cooked. Lacy met het Alphas and planted them each a kiss on the cheek, escorting them to the kitchen table where Aurora and Adama sat ready for dinner.

"I’m glad it wasn’t an Alpha," Aurora said, Salmona and Samantha laughed at that. They thanked Lacy for their pasta plate and once the Omega of the house sat down, they began to ate.

"Have you told any of your friends?" Adama asked.

"I told Brie and I don’t know if I’m going to tell anyone else yet," Aurora said.

"I don’t think you should tell that one Alpha friend of yours?"

"Who?" She asked her sister.

"Shatwa, I don’t like her. Somethings just feels off about her," Adama mentioned.

Salmona and Samantha exchanged looks with spaghetti hanging out their mouths.

"Whats this about Shatwa?" Samantha asked, curious.

Adama shrugged her shoulders, getting a piece of toast and started chewing it. "I don’t know...its just a bad feeling I got."

Aurora looked at her sister, not debating her. Prior to what Theresa doing what she did, Aurora wouldn’t have ever believed it but now, Aurora was weary of all Alphas really.

She thought she knew her grandsire even if they hadn’t seen each other in years but for the Alpha to just take her by force like that-Aurora shook her head.

Salmona wiped her mouth and placed the napkin in her lap. "Well, if you got a bad feeling then we ought to be weary," she said.

Aurora nodded silently, pushing the remaining pasta sauce around her plate with her fork. The ceramic scrape echoed the therapist’s pen scratching earlier, that sterile sound that made confession feel clinical.

Outside, streetlights cast long dark climpsed through rain-streaked windows, warping the dining room into liquid shapes. She wondered if Camden’s chipped lamb figurine watched patients from some cabinet now, those painted eyes holding secrets in their hollow gaze.

After dinner, Shatwa went to her room and closed the door for the evening. She turned lights off and turned the desktop computer and put on some gaming channel for background noise.

She took her pajama bottoms off and began to stroke herself. It didn’t take long for her to get up.

"How about we fuck your face this time, Aurora...no condom, raw?" She climbed on top of the sex doll and positioned her clit so that it was over the mouth.

She guided her clit inside using her left hand. The plastic lips were cold against her skin, a jarring contrast to the heat building in her belly. She thrust shallowly at first, testing the angle, the frictionless glide of latex against unyielding silicone.

Her right hand gripped the doll’s synthetic hair, pulling the head back to deepen the penetration, forcing the mouth wider around her girth. The computer monitor cast flickering blue light across the doll’s face, Aurora’s face, frozen in that serene, unknowing smile beneath her.

Shatwa imagined resistance, imagined teeth scraping, imagined choked gagging sounds that weren’t there. Only the wet slap of skin on plastic and the tinny commentary from the gaming stream filled the room.

Theresa was lucky, able to fuck all those Omegas. That’s what Shatwa wanted for herself. She wanted to stalk and attack Omegas, have them please her like this doll was doing right now.

"Oh shit..." the cum came out of her clit, filling the hole of the head. "Fuck," she said, pulling out. She placed her hand on the sex doll’s face, imaging it was Aurora, once more. She would have her one day.