Petra Episode 10 Hidden Secrets

Petra Episode 10 Hidden Secrets

Jody walked into Creedor’s office. Creed smiled, stood and walked around his desk.

It’s time I took a closer look into this ones mind he thought.

“You wanted to see me boss?”

He slipped inside like a stiletto, with an elegance born of long practice. Jody didn’t even detect his presence

“Yes, Jody, there’s a favor I have to ask of you.”

He felt for the young man’s emotional pulse, looking about to see which part of the cerebral cortex was about to start resonating.

“You name it.”

Creedor paused and began unbuttoning his fly. Jody took note. A sense of trepidation, began to flash in the Zoo Keeper’s mind. The secretions of a fine tuned instinct activated a buzzer in his head.Ah ha! Creedor thought following Jody’s emotions as they coursed through his brain. He slipped inside a blood vessel, following it to the source.

“I need to collect some semen for tonight.” He said casually. “We’ll be breeding Petra.”

He let himself be carried into memory, where the vessels began feeding together into a cortex engorged with blood.

“Let me get some lube for my fingers.”

“I was thinking you could use your mouth.” He intended his words to shock. It worked, illuminating the pathways to recollections hidden still deeper. A quiver came pointing the way to a corridor of memory banks.

He pulled his fly open.

Suddenly Jody’s awareness yawned and Creedor saw a nine year old boy. He watched as a figure stood up from the very desk he had just occupied. He shuddered at the scene that unfolded. So this is the infamous Director Boswell, he thought to himself.

Jody hesitated. He was not accustomed to being on the receiving end of oral sex. He made it a point to always be the dominant male. “I’m a bad choice if you have that in mind,” he said nervously. “ I’m not really inclined to giving blow jobs.”

“Not inclined?” said Creedor casting about. “Are you telling me you won’t perform this little favor?” He was watching the memory of a young boy performing oral sex. It was raw and forced. The whole scene played obscene and vile. In Jody’s subconscious, events began to unfold that were all to familiar. What he began to witness was not pleasant to watch. Creed probed deeper, looking for more evidence.

“Maybe I could make an exception for you boss.”

No! I‘m sorry I asked… I would never ask you to go against your inclinations.”

“I didn’t mean I wouldn’t Sir, but it’s just not something I enjoy. Plus I don’t have nearly the experience of some of the younger keepers…now Hilda, she can give some good head. Do you want me to get her?”

“No! I wanted you to assist me, someone I can trust.…Do you think I want it bandied about that I’m gay? All I need is some help collecting a sample.”

“I’ll give it a try but like I said It’s not something I’m very good at.”

“You’re gay aren’t you…yes indeed, one doesn’t have to be psychic to see that. It’s written all over your face. It’s in your mannerisms, it’s in your eyes and its written like grafitti, on the walls of your mind.”

Jody shifted uncomfortably and began to feel the prickly touch of a mind gazer moving inside his head.

“When was the last time you gave head?”

Jody gave a start and the vision returned to a scene in Boswell’s office. It sent a shiver down Creed’s spine. This recollection was especially graphic, flooding vividly into Jody’s awareness. It was the recollection of a frightened boy. Someone who'd been repeatedly abused. The scars had not healed, leaving an indelible impression.

“Ah Yes, I see your “Mentor,” was none other than the infamous Director Boswell.”

Jody started! Sweat formed on his brow.

“Yes he answered. It was in this very room that we became introduced.”

“Introduced?” Creedor Probed.

“Mr. Boswell introduced me to things I wish I'd never learned. He got me to do things I never wanted to try. He kept after me until I forgot the difference between what felt good and what didn’t. Until the thing I hated most was the thing I wanted him to do to me.”

“How were you introduced to him?”

“My dad brought me up here, just before he got promoted.”

“And what took place in this office is something you’d just as soon forget.”

“You got that right. But how can I forget what happened every week, over and over again… until I was sixteen and finally refused to come back any more.”

“I see.”

“But he really got to me. I started thinking about things I had no business thinking about. I hated him but I started acting just like him. I seduced my sister you know?”

“No I didn’t.”

“Well you might as well know…everyone else does.”

“I’m sorry Jody.”

“Don’t be. I haven’t forgotten the lessons Mr. Boswell taught and what I did for him I can certainly do for you.

“Very well, then let’s get started. I have a collection beaker for when the time comes. “Creedor held up a glass cup.”

“Step over here sir and let me sit on the couch.”

What Creedor said next sounded cruel but he wanted to see where Jody acquired his taste for violence.

“I want you on your knees.” He had seen enough to know Boswell’s profile and in addition to the imagery, he had heard the very words spoken by his predecessor. Creed repeated them in the same harsh tone. “Give it to me the way I like it or I’ll whip your skinny ass.”

That line opened the floodgates of recollection. Another cortex began to pulse revealing a whole new set of memory locations. Creed slipped in and took a look. It was worse than he imagined… Jody was leaned over the desk and Boswell was beating him. There were red welts across his buttocks.

Creedor pulled his erection from his britches and Jody got down on his knees. The young man looked up, giving a forced smile. Taking the shaft he took it into his mouth. Creed took him by the ears and thrust deep. Another cortex began to resonate… Creed slipped inside… It was what he’d been anticipating. It was the anal sex part. Not just one instance but a litany, one piled atop the next. Jody was a mass of calloused and raw nerve endings and the task of unsnarling him would not be easy. It was not a matter of just erasing a memory or two…it would require tracking down years of abuse through a maze of neurons and torturous snarl of synaptic fibers. He would have to run down and unlock the binary codes of each cell and expunge the tortured recollections.

Jody continued working as Creedor stood legs spread. He had been taught well. A sense of sadness washed through the Psychic and despite the revulsion at what he’d seen, desire began to stir. He had his own skeletons, his own demons, twisted by perversity, and chained deep in his soul. As Jody sucked, they hollered obscenities from their cages, shaking the bars and inciting the desires of his body. For him the relief would be only temporary. Would that he could exorcise himself as he often did for others.

“Your father is getting ready to retire and naturally you’ll be considered as a replacement.”

Jody nodded looking up, his eyes wide.

“There’s another candidate I’ll also be considering.”

“Who?” he wanted to say but, “Hmmm,” was all that came out.

“No need to reply… . You’re doing just fine. Keep working. It’s Hilda in case you’re wondering.”

Jody choked .

“There now, calm down. Surely you aren’t troubled by a little competition?”

“Hmmm, hmmmm.”

“You do that so well, Jody. You haven‘t lost the touch. I think I’m about to come. That‘s it, suck hard, take it deep.”

“Hmmm, hmmm.”

He pulled out and Jody took his erection and began to jerk it deftly back and forth. Semen began to squirt into the glass until at last he finished ejaculating. Creedor took the specimen and put it in the collection tray.

“Thank you Jody…I know that wasn’t easy. Are you still troubled by those memories?”

“I’m plagued by them.”

“What if I told you I could do some work in your head. That when I finish you could become the man you would have been.“

“I'd be eternally grateful Mr. Kratz.”

“What if I told you that the cure would be as painful as the cause?”

Jody began to weep…“I hate myself…please sir, Whatever it takes, help me forget . Make the nightmares go away. ”

“You’re sure about that?”

“Without doubt.”

“Do you trust me to do what must be done?”

“I do sir… with my life.”

“Very well…I can’t tell you when but something’s about to happen. It will be ugly. If you have a cache of fortitude I suggest you apply it to the sticking place.”