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SHERRYS THERAPY-REDUX
by Amanda Serve

PART TWELVE:
The Close of the Therapy:


Master Scottie was speaking with authority, and his Dad did not hush
him. He told his mother that if she got down to Bra and Panty and
wrestled "Joannie" and was able to get her to submit she would quit
this and go back to being a good girl, that the therapy would be over.
It was so close to the ninety days and she had earned close to enough
beads already. That she'd tell everyone it was all a bizarre joke and
that he would get rid of the blackmail he had on his mother.

However, IF Joannie was able to get her aggression out and make her
own mother submit AND remove the bra and panties, that Miss Susan
would become a house pet too.

Instead of agreeing to the terms, Sherry's mother ran into her
daughter still dripping from cum and forced her to the ground and
pushed her head into the dirt. As catfights are often erotic and even
gentle, this one was definitely the exception. It was over quickly.
Sherry was weak from a diet now consisting primarily of the stuff that
comes out of the end of men's penis, be it pee, cum, or whatever. She
had lost about ten pounds of baby fat and she was so used to accepting
pain and submitting she did not even really fight back.

"THERE IS NO SCOTTIE!!!" Her mother shouted, and punched her daughter.
"SCOTTIE IS GONE!"

The story Sherry (Joannie) was telling ends here, she is looking right
at Scottie who has come into the office and is now standing with his
arms folded waiting for his Sister so she can come home and do his
work.

"Sherry, how do you feel about it when your mother told you that
Scottie did not exist?" asked Dr. Schwartz.

"Miss Susan, was lying, sir." She pouted and answered the question as
she had many times in the past. She had told this story to Dr.
Schwartz several times, and each time in the telling it became a
little more bizarre.

"Sherry, this is where we usually end our session, and I have
refrained from trying to dispel your delusions, but I see that you are
not reacting to the meds or you are not complying with your
prescription. Sherry life is not like a movie. This is not the matrix,
and you are not in a computer generated fantasy. What you are doing is
very self destructive and has had a very negative impact on your
family. You must come to terms with Scotties death."

"Scottie is not dead!" she said without the customary "Sir" she adds
to the end of her answers to him.

Scottie began to silently mock her and waggle his finger at her,
dancing around the doctor without him paying any attention.

"All this time, you have been describing the ideas of Scottie as
suggestions from him, they have come from you."

Moments of lucidity strike her, as she remembers now that she was in
Scotties empty room, and she had set up the monopoly board by her self
and removed her clothes. She had been daring herself to take the vodka
and drive drunk.

Scottie was now a seven year old boy, dressed the same way as when she
first saw him, the HR Puffenstuff shirt she had made famous as her
only covering, was his overnight shirt.

She was no longer in the office, but back at home and nine years old.
"Come on Scottie, lets go down to the pool and see how long we can
hold our breath". They were in their old house, the one before her
father quit his job.

"No Sherry, I don't swim good". He said, clutching a book of Dr. Suess
poems.

"You call me Boss Sherry" she said and took him by the hand. There was
no memory of what came next, only blackness.

Only quiet and blackness.

She was going insane.

She screamed and opened her eyes and she was back in the doctors
office.

Scottie was there and he was now 14 years old, and much stronger than
she had remembered over the last few months. He was handsome, he was
not a geek.

"Haha, pretty good joke, sissy." He said as he grinned. The Doctor was
no longer in the room, at least not to her. "Your ninety days is up
today sis, you deserve to know that you have paid me back in full. I
am not even real, I am just a part of you."

"What?" she said in surprise.

"Yeah, don't act surprised, you know that you enjoyed the cruel tricks
I played on you, but you were really playing them on yourself." He
said coolly, and she stood up and started to take off her clothes.

"no, you don't have to strip in front of me anymore, that won't quiet
me down. You invented me, for what reason, I have no idea, but I want
to go to my resting place now. I guess all those dares and
punishments seemed more appropriate if they were coming from some one
else, but I was never cruel. I was a nice little boy and my death was
an accident. It was not your fault, you were only nine years old."

His voice started to become the voice of Dr. Schwartz who was speaking
the same words, only in her mind she was seeing Scottie.

"Whenever you needed me, you just projected me into some other lucky
kid who got to ride you and have sex with the good little girl who
never did anything wrong. The one you had started to hate who was not
who you really saw yourself as. The one who you were expected to be.
You even dated my play friend Cartman who did not have a mean bone in
his body. You could not suspend your disbelief long enough and the
things he said were so totally the opposite of how you saw this
torment going that you were able to separate and protect him from some
of the more disgusting things you have done. Its all so simple,
Remember Sherry?"

"NO! I don't want too"

"You must remember Sherry, your father and doctor bob and all of his
friends were a part of it, but that night you said Scottie came to you
and told you to walk downstairs nude, it was more that you came down
from your punishment in the bedspread. Then when your father dared you
to remove it, you did. When you showed his friends your naked body,
you upped the stakes and he got angry. He was pushing you and he was
mad at you. He did not know why you had these demons but he soon was
able to transfer his anger about his lack of work and his depression
about his only son to you."

"No, that's not what happened, sir."

"YES, it is. Sherry, your father has arranged for you to be
transported to a small Mexican Farm. You will be at a sore
disadvantage if you take "Scottie" with you there, because they will
not understand and they will punish you severely if you try to make up
your own new rules. You will not be able to jeopardize your body as, I
think you understand that this is a breeding farm and that aside from
wet nursing and working in a brothel this will not be the kind of
twisted torment that Doctor Bob and "Scottie" would think up. Its not
too late for you to simply accept conventional treatment. You earned
the beads necessary and the game has long since been over."

"I lost sir, I must accept what my Masters have in store for me."

"I pity you, dear girl. This was our last session. Please put on your
clothes" the Doctor said as her mother came in to the room, without
passion and totally unsurprised. This is how most of her sessions had
ended up.

She took one last look at him, as she wrapped herself in the ratty old
T-shirt of her long dead brother and she saw only Doctor Bob standing
there grinning in his slightly stained lab coat holding a leather
collar.
She did not see the kindly only gentleman holding a leather note book
shaking his head at the thought of how a perfectly good little girl
could subject herself to such tortures.

Her mom drove her to the Mexican restaurant without much ceremony and
any possessions other than her collar and shirt. Without saying
goodbye, Sherry opened the door and walked around to the service
entrance.

She was never seen again by anyone who had known her.

Some where Scottie is looking after his sister though.