Eva Pilot Therapy
by Ogodei-Khan
Asuka Soryu glared crossly to one side as the elevator ascended upwards rapidly. Why this? Why with her of all people? She didn’t need any of this, even though the people at NERV claimed that this was for her own, and consequently for the world’s, good. For her, it was just another annoyance, and an annoyance made all the worse by the person standing next to her. Everything was off about her, starting with her creepy red eyes, dull blue hair, and her downright unnatural personality. Rei Ayanami was not devoid of emotion, Asuka knew, but she was close enough to it. As if to drive that point home, Asuka turned her head and glared at her openly.
Rei Ayanami didn’t quite know what she was doing here. If her mental state was deficient, surely there were faster techniques to rectify it in her case than psychiatric therapy, which she had read was a slow process with a poor record of empirically verifiable success. Even if Commander Ikari and the others were too sentimentally invested in her to simply have her replaced with a mentally fresh clone, there were mind-wiping alternatives at hand that were much faster and more effective than having her work to confront her emotions. She understood why Asuka was here, since the other girl who regarded her coldly was not immediately replaceable and could not function if her mind was wiped, and salvaging her mental state was the only alternative. She supposed the fact that she did not understand why they weren’t merely killing and replacing her over this was the very reason she was here.
Rei noted that Asuka was glaring at her, observing her European features, her flaming red hair and blue eyes, and stared back at her dispassionately. “Don’t screw this up,” Asuka suddenly barked as the elevator came to a stop. “Just give this guy normal answers to whatever he asks, and maybe we won’t have to waste too much time here.”
“I’ll try,” Rei replied as they began treading down the hall towards the designated office. Asuka frowned, but bit her tongue, knowing that she would have to reign in her reactions if she wanted to get out of this quickly.
They arrived at the Office of Dr. Hana Otokawa and stepped inside. It was a fairly Spartan office and a little run-down, with a small, empty room in front that opened to a larger room in back that had a broad window in the back, a desk, a few shelves for books, a single chair on one side, and a large, red sofa on the other.
“Ah, hello,” said a woman who had been seated behind the desk. She had black hair done up in a bun, wore slim, stylish glasses, and wore a crisp, beige work suit with a skirt. “Nice to meet you, I am Dr. Hana Otokawa, your psychiatric therapist.”
“Asuka Langley Soryu,” Asuka said cheerily as she bowed, though her annoyance was growing internally.
“Rei Ayanami,” Rei said, also bowing.
“Please, have a seat,” Dr. Otokawa said, indicating the sofa. Rei sat down neatly, her hands in her lap and her legs close together while Asuka sprawled, already looking bored. “In the interest of time, and since you are a team, we are going to have this as a joint therapy session. We will try to reach the root of your individual psychological issues, and through that try to create better understanding between the two of you, which should lead to interpersonal harmony and better teamwork.”
What a load of shit. Asuka thought. Things did not get better from there. Dr. Otokawa quickly guessed that the root of Asuka’s issues had something to do with her parents, which deftly thwarted her attempts at keeping her cool throughout the session, leading to several frothing tantrums on her part. Rei, of course, had the opposite problem. Dr. Otokawa underpinned all the emotional problems that Rei should be reacting to, creating a picture of a pathetic girl, a living weapon who lacked humanity yet who desperately needed attention and validation. If Rei hadn’t been severely depressed before that session, she certainly would be now.
Two hours later, Otokawa ended the session. “Well,” she said, “we have at least managed to uncover some of the causes behind your issues. If you were normal patients, this would be good progress, but NERV has given me a deadline for your treatment far quicker than normal, so we’ll need to try something radical tomorrow to put your progress on the fast-track.”
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The next day, Asuka and Rei reappeared, coming fresh from school wearing their school uniforms. They entered the office, noticing only two differences from the day before; there was an odd device, a box with a sort of black knob pointing out from the front of it, sitting on the desk, and Dr. Otokawa’s mode of dress had changed just slightly. The previous day she had been wearing pantyhose, but now she was not, and the business suit she was wearing today was more low-cut than the other, revealing moderate cleavage, and buttoned together at center.
“Welcome back,” Otokawa said. “How are you feeling today?”
“Just get on with it,” Asuka said. “What’s the fast-track trick we’re supposed to be trying today?”
“Please, sit down,” Otokawa said, motioning for the sofa. This woman’s resistance to verbal abuse made her just as annoying as Rei. She stood the strange knob-box on a tripod and positioned it next to the chair, its conic knob pointing at the two patients.
“What’s that thing?” Asuka asked.
“It is a hypnotic holographic projector,” Otakawa replied. “It projects a three-dimensional image proven highly effective at placing people into a trance, as long as they have good eyesight.”
“You’re going to hypnotize us?” Asuka growled suspiciously while Rei remained silent.
“Yes, it’s a fairly standard procedure for tougher cases,” Otokawa said, trying to allay Asuka’s suspicions. “And should be helpful in this case. You,” she said, addressing Asuka, “need to be able to calmly approach your issues with your parents, and hypnosis will keep you level. While you,” she said, pointing to Rei, “need to be uninhibited enough to acknowledge your emotions, and hypnosis will provide that for you. This way we can get you to that initial level of acceptance that would normally take you quite some time and start to work inward from there.”
Asuka glared while Rei remained passive. “Fine,” Asuka finally said, “not like this crap is going to work on me anyway.”
“We’ll see,” Otokawa said with a smile that Asuka swore was condescending. “Please sit still and stare directly at the knob.”
Otokawa switched on the projector. What Asuka and Rei saw were outward radiating concentric rings that seemed to be lunging at them, trying to engulf their heads. The rings changed colors rapidly, and their frequency was inconsistent; the rings flowed first faster, then slower, growing larger and smaller in size, hooking the pilots’ attention.
There’s no way this’ll work on me, Asuka thought as she watched ring after ring come into her. And nothing this weak will get through to Rei. Asuka resolved to look to one side at the other girl to see how she was faring, but she could not. Why won’t my head move? Move, damnit!
“Ease your muscles,” Otokawa said in a low, soothing tone, noticing Asuka’s futile efforts to move. “You have lost major motor control, and soon your minds will be at peace. Just let the rings inside you, let their ripples sooth your mind into a blank peace.”
“Peace…” Rei sighed. She too was feeling overwhelmed by the endlessly compelling tempo of the rings. It was a different kind of passiveness, a different kind of apathy, than she usually felt. Usually Rei merely felt neutral, a natural state of understanding what she needed to do and the compulsion to do it. What she felt now, however, was a different kind of peace, it was altogether more pleasant, a feeling of comfort and lazy satisfaction that she had read about, but never experienced. It felt good for her, and if this was how she should feel to be a better pilot, then Rei would be quite content with that. Her muscles also went slack, her eyes unfocused, and she began to slouch a little in the sofa, really feeling the sofa’s comfort for the first time as well.
“Your minds were once like steel girders, but let them become loose, let your minds become like branches of a willow tree, bending and swaying in the wind,” Otokawa said. Her voice was rhythmic, chanting the words in a slow but powerful tempo. “Your minds will twist whichever way I tell them. Let my voice be the wind in your branches, contorting your minds to my whim,” she added, her voice still low, but growing in intensity. Both Rei and Asuka didn’t really hear her words, but they felt the power behind them, a force behind the soothing veil of the rings, which now completely filled their vision.
Asuka was at peace, for the first time in a long time, feeling no pressure to perform, no passion, no nothing. For her it felt as though she were fast asleep, purely comfortable just as she was, though she was consciously aware of the feeling. In her contentment, she had no objections to being commanded, to being controlled by the powerful, external will. She had no will of her own and she knew that whatever she might be commanded to do, she would continue to feel this contentment, and that was all that was important.
“Will you obey my commands?” came Dr. Otokawa’s voice.
“Yes,” Rei and Asuka replied simultaneously, entranced to the same rhythm, bending to the same will.
“Perfect,” Otokawa said, a feral smile breaking onto her face. She turned down the holo-projector such that the flickering rings now covered a much smaller space, their effect was no longer needed at peak intensity, and the patients needed to be able to see things for this next phase.
She sat down in her chair, undid the bun of her hair and let her black hair hang down to her shoulders, then unbuttoned the top button of her suit, then unbuttoned the second button. Now the outline of her mounds could be seen quite clearly, revealing that she was not wearing a bra. “Look at me,” she said, tracing her fingernails over the exposed sides of her breasts. “I am woman,” she declared, “see my curves, my hair, my breasts, my lips,” she shifted position, raising her legs higher in the air, “my legs. This is beauty, this is love. To be woman is to be worthy of lust, to be an object of desire.” Otokawa looked carefully at Rei and Asuka, still sitting there calmly. It was hard to notice, but this new direction in the trance was getting through to them. They both looked slightly peaked, more blood flowing through their cheeks.
Rei certainly felt it. Her heart was beating faster, a soothing warmth spreading through her whole body, increasing her contentment as the lowered-intensity rings continued to hook her attention and negate her will. She understood Otokawa’s words, taking them into her being, understanding that the woman before her was worthy of her desire, that the female form itself was worthy of desire.
“You are merely girls,” Dr. Otokawa continued, “but your femininity is blossoming quickly. Look at each other,” she said. Slowly, their motor functions gradually returning to them, the two girls turned towards one another. Life returned to their faces as well, but only subtly, indicated by their eyes coming back into focus as they began to work at really looking at one another, by their mouths turning up into the slightest of smiles. Red eyes took in blue eyes, flaming red hair, and a face usually twisted by cruelty, now softened and placid. Blue eyes saw red eyes, lavender hair like a twilight sky, and a face usually dead-neutral now filled with a gentle, amorous warmth. “See each other’s bodies,” Otokawa implored. Their eyes now traced below each other’s heads, taking in bodies at similar states of physical development, indeed fast-blossoming into that most desirable state of womanhood, though shrouded in their school uniforms.
Asuka’s heartbeat increased yet more, unfamiliar feelings of desire melting into her consciousness. She wanted the girl in front of her, and this was only a natural desire, wanting this incomplete female form.
“You may touch her. Kiss her, hold her, feel her body heat complementing your own,” Dr. Otokawa said to both of them at the same time and they, chained to her will, obliged. They moved at the same time, mirroring one another as they met at the center of the sofa, their lips meeting precisely in the middle, though the two had to tilt their heads to different sides to continue the kiss, their noses brushing up against each other and their eyes closing. It was a warm, languidly slow kiss, dulling their perception of time yet further as the two thoroughly entranced girls lost themselves in one another.
They did get completely lost in each other, continuing merely to kiss, with one occasionally running her arm over some part of the other’s torso, disengaging the kiss only to reengage shortly thereafter in some combination of touching, pawing, and slow slithering of their tongues through each other’s warm, wet mouths.
Otokawa watched it all, practically as entranced by the scene before her as the girls engaging in it. Her heart raced as well watching this nearly-mute scene of budding lesbianism, and she found herself indulging in it vicariously. She slid one hand under her suit and onto her exposed breast, while another found its way under her skirt to lightly brush against her pussy. So engaged in their soft make out session was she that she did not even have the will to masturbate more vigorously than that.
This was all a part of her plan. For now she would merely watch as the girls dug themselves in deeper and deeper still, lightly pleasuring herself, but not indulging in the scene, or allowing them to indulge in the full womanhood that they now so thoroughly craved. She would only look and not touch… for now.
But “now” ended much quicker than Otokawa realized, or would have been comfortable with. She could have indulged in that scene for hours, days, for a lifetime, and Rei and Asuka could likewise have continued making out until they collapsed from exhaustion, but then Otokawa heard a light bell. Not loud enough to disturb the girls, but loud enough to alert Dr. Otokawa.
Damn, Otokawa thought. “Please, now,” she instead said, “let her be. When the rings return, you shall feel this pleasure anew.” Obediently, Rei and Asuka stopped, sitting separately again. Otokawa turned off the holo-projector, but flipped another switch that it emitted a loud, shrill beep.
With a slight jump, Rei and Asuka snapped out of it. “What the hell was that?” Asuka barked, touchy as ever.
“I’m sorry,” Otokawa apologized. “I had to put you under pretty deep, but it seems to have been successful. How do you feel?”
Asuka thought about it for a moment. “I do feel kind of content,” she said. Maybe this isn’t totally bogus after all.
“Good,” Otokawa replied. “Please return tomorrow.”
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The next day, Asuka and Rei returned, again they wore their school uniforms. Asuka seemed in a noticeably better mood as she entered Dr. Otokawa’s office, and there even seemed to be a barely perceivable spring in Rei’s step. “Hello Dr. Otokawa,” Rei greeted with a bow.
“Hello doctor,” Asuka added with a bow of her own.
“Hello girls,” Otokawa said. “Are we ready for the next round of hypnosis?”
“I guess…” Asuka said, still slightly bothered by the fact that she was being mentally manipulated like this, though she did feel noticeably happier with her lot in life, and felt oddly appreciative to her teammate Rei. Something had to be working.
“Good,” Otokawa said. “Please be seated, and look directly at the knob.” Asuka and Rei sat down, then Dr. Otokawa hit a few buttons, then turned the projector on.
The knob projected rings at a much more rapid rate initially. What it actually did was, in the span of a few moments, repeat the entire pattern it had displayed at a much slower rate during their induction on the previous day, restoring the two girls right to the mental state they had been in before Dr. Otokawa had commanded them to start making out. The life went out of Asuka’s and Rei’s eyes rapidly, their whole bodies going slack.
The two were helpless again, but this time Dr. Otokawa intended to take full advantage of them. She turned the projector won, then she withdrew two small bundles of clothing that she kept in her desk. “What is desirable?” she asked. “Do you remember?”
“Woman,” Asuka and Rei said simultaneously.
“Excellent,” Otokawa replied. She now quickly undid herself, letting her hair down and tearing her suit top off completely, revealing large, firm breasts. “I am woman,” she declared again. “And you desire my body.” She noticed their faces flush visibly, their eyes beginning to come back into focus as they saw the object of their desire before them. “But first, you must make yourselves presentable,” she said, revealing the clothing she held. “Show off your femininity, and you may indulge my womanhood.”
The “clothing” she had barely qualified as such; instead being two sets of lingerie. For Rei, an undercut white nightgown that lifted and separated her breasts, but left them completely revealed and did not conceal her thighs, an incredibly thin white thong that covered her pussy but none of her ass, and a pair of grey pantyhose. For Asuka, a see-through red silk camisole that parted in the middle, cinching together between her breasts (which were totally visible), a red thong that was just as revealing as Rei’s, and grey pantyhose that matched her partner’s. The girls stripped swiftly and donned their erotic clothing, then sat back down to their neutral position.
“No, no,” Otokawa laughed. “When you wear clothing like this, you have to flaunt it! Be sexy, be desirable. You are female, and you are worthy of my womanhood, aren’t you? Strike a sexy pose,” she commanded. In response, Rei turned around, sitting on all fours like a dog and presenting her all-too-visible ass as proof of her sexiness. Asuka instead leaned back on the sofa, drawing up her legs but spreading them wide at the thighs, trying to draw attention to her barely-covered pussy.
“Very good!” Dr. Otokawa praised. “You’ve earned a taste of my tits,” she added. She also slid off her skirt and, given that she wasn’t wearing any panties, was wearing only her socks and high-heeled shoes. She motioned the two erotically-posing girls to either side and sat down on the sofa in between them.
“Go ahead,” she said, cupping a breast in each hand. “Try them.” Needing nothing other than her bidding, the two girls slid in from either side and fastened their mouths eagerly to her nipples, sucking them and licking generously around her areolas. Otokawa moaned softly, returning the favor as best she could with her hands, grabbing Rei’s breast with one hand and Asuka’s with the other, kneading them and pinching at their nipples. After indulging in that manner for a time, Otokawa’s desire grew for something more than mere breast-sucking.
“Good job,” she said, touching the bottom of their chins and raising Rei and Asuka’s heads. They looked at her with unabashed eagerness in their eyes, though they were still enslaved to her will, their eagerness given entirely to indulging in her body just as she wished. “But breast-suckling is for babies, let’s try something a little more mature.” She stood as Rei and Asuka raised their hands slightly, as if imploring her to return, but she went back to the desk and withdrew something new: a three-ended dildo of pink plastic.
“Please get in position,” she said, holding up two ends of the dildo pointing towards either end of the sofa with the third pointing straight up. Now sighing audibly with desire, Asuka and Rei turned back-to-back, ass-to-ass, reaching back to turn aside their thongs and exposing their pussies symmetrically. Dr. Otokawa arched one leg over the dildo, prepared to descend upon it from above while the other two would come in from the sides. “Insert it on my command,” Otokawa said.
Suddenly they heard a loud bang, then a louder one as the door to the office burst open. “Freeze!” came a harsh, male voice. A SWAT team of twelve poured through the door, one of which knocked over the holo-projector, while two others moved in to pull Asuka and Rei off the sofa, and the rest pointed guns at Otokawa, who briefly bore a look of pure fury on her face before another approached her from behind and gave her a sharp knock to her head with a baton, knocking her out.
“She already got to them, sir!” one of the officers said. The chief officer withdrew an air horn then blasted it.
Again Rei and Asuka jumped, snapping out of the trance. Asuka looked around for a moment, disoriented, then noticed that the three women in the room were naked or near-naked. “What the hell is going on?” she yelped, a mixture of fear and anger in her.
“It looks as though Dr. Otokawa took advantage of us while trying to treat us,” Rei said, a strain of disappointment in her voice. She had honestly been feeling better since yesterday, so she felt especially betrayed.
Her feeling of betrayal was about to grow. “Huh, doctor?” the chief said. “She’s not even a doctor, at least not anymore. Hana Otokawa is a wanted lesbian rapist from Osaka. She got caught with a number of her patients, and she was stripped of her license and title. Someone at NERV was really asleep at the wheel when they set you guys up with her.”
Asuka was furious, but confused, her emotions roiling throughout her as she and Rei put their school uniforms back on. She had honestly felt happier, more well-adjusted, and more friendly to Rei after being taken advantage of by her therapist than she ever had. Ultimately she too settled on disappointment.
“Come on, Rei,” she said, taking the girl she had once hated by the arm and leading her towards the door. “I guess we can’t rely on anyone to help us through this,” she said bitterly.
“No-one but each other,” Rei said. It was a surprising statement coming from her, and more surprising still in that Asuka did not react to it, but merely continued to hold her hand as they retreated back to the elevator. Perhaps therapy had helped after all.
End.