0 comments/  95557 views/  6 favorites

The Clinic

By: Tim Smith



Money had been tight for some time now and at 35 Jamie felt helpless in fending off the bill collectors calling each day. Her husband Tom had lost a good job some time back and was now skimming along on a mediocre wage with a smaller company.

It was Monday, the day after another weekend of no nights out, no dinner at any fancy restaurants just endless Television, God how she hated Television now more than ever. 

Jamie had made a decision this Monday morning that things had to change.

They had been married for 10 years and had decided to have kids when the time was right and not before. She thought to herself they may never have kids if things didn’t change.

This Monday morning Jamie looked through the employment ads only to find jobs requiring years of school or experience. With a sigh she scanned the other pages only to find the employment opportunity section and quietly mouthed, HMM.

Looking through them she came upon an ad for women from the ages of 18 to 35 to participate in a study at an alternative medicine clinic in a town not to far from where they lived.

The ad had a 1 800 number to call and she did just that as curiosity was filling her head.

A woman answered and began to ask her questions pertaining to her height, weight measurements etc. The woman seamed to be pleased with her small frame size and girlish looks.

The woman gave Jamie a date and an address to come by and interview and the conversation was over. Jamie felt as though for the first time in a long time she had been given a chance to make a difference in their financial state and the next few days were filled with much more prospect then the days before. On the morning of the interview Jamie waited until her husband had left for work and darted to the shower to start to get ready. Wanting to be at her best she fixed her self up better than she had perhaps sense her first date, making sure every thing was in its place. At 35 she still looked good, 5-5 and 120 lbs. With 36c breasts, still perky and full of life. Her raven hair was her real attribute, it made men wild when mixed with the rest of the package and she knew it and in the back of her mind she hoped it would help this time. Jamie drove to the city and parked at the address taking note of the small clinics structure being that of a house that had been in some way converted and in others still looked lived in.

As she walked up the steps to the house there was a small sign next to the door saying, capital ventures inc. She knocked and a woman near her age dressed very nicely walked to the door and turned several bolts and greeted her inside.

The woman introduced herself as Margie and asked her to sit in a chair next to the large wood desk. The woman asked many questions one of which was if she would be interested in a better paying position in a program involving studies of a sexual nature.

Jamie paused for a minute in surprise but had to ask the million-dollar question, How much more are we talking about here?

The woman smiled and brought out a piece of paper and floored Jamie with the prices that followed. 3,000 dollars per 5 hour shift, 6,000 dollars per 9 hour shift, 12,000 dollars per 24 hour shift. The woman stated that the procedures were highly sexual in nature and she would need to sign a contract prior with a witness present, of course the woman smiled and said, Liability, you know.

Jamie had heard of such things before from college friends and knew they were quite bizarre to put it mildly, but god would that money come in handy now or what.

The woman sensed her mental struggle and put the paper away stating, you know it’s not for every one Mrs. Staford.

Jamie quickly jumped to attention and stated, I’ll do it!

Are you sure the woman replied?

Yes, I am when can I start, well we need to know which program you will be interested in first, then you will need to meet with the specialist for a few minutes, it’s up to you.

Jamie asked if she could meet now so we could get started sooner, as she had spent a lot of money in those few minutes just in her head.

OK the secretary said, I’ll be just a minute and walked into the other room.

In the other room a man sat in front of a large screen watching a silent display of a young woman’s face, she was staring at the camera, eyes wide, mouth filled with some kind of gag.

Margie stopped in silence to watch a few minutes as the man turned and asked, what do we have.

Margie popped up still staring at the screen, we have a woman, married, 35 good body, no kids and needs money.

Do you think we have a live one, I’m not sure but it appears we may.

OK send her in, give me a few minutes to get ready and straiten this place up first.

Margie walked back to the main room and told Jamie it would be a few minutes.

Jamie stirred in her seat wishing on one hand she had reconsidered but on the other a little excitement and money in her life wouldn’t be all that bad. 

A few minutes passed and Margie asked her to go on in.

The man asked that she sit and handed her a contract asking that she read it carefully. Jamie asked if she could be told more specific of what she would be doing and the man replied, if I were to tell all then the study data would be unusable.

Jamie sat silent and read the paper , summarizing in her mind the text line for line.

I have to do as asked

Experiments are of the sexual nature

Refusal warrants breach of contract, Hmm (no money then) OK

No permanent harm

Clean shaven genital area

If married signed waver of spouse, Oh shit I guess I can sign Tom’s name well enough as he would never approve of this.

Then last but not least in Jamie’s mind the prices to the T that had been stated up front.

Jamie then spoke and said, OK when can I start, The man introduced himself then as Dr. Mac and buzzed in Margie to witness the signing.

Dr. Mac then said, we are starting a new study soon, first of all which program would you like.

Jamie thought for a moment and said, If I am going to do it I might as well go for the 24 hour session, if that’s OK.

Dr. Mac smiled and said OK then I will need time to set that up but it is no problem as he looked at his schedule on his desk, saying, Wednesday the 24th 8 am. Go ahead and sign right here as he pointed steeling a peak at her soft cleavage peaking as she peered at the contract, knowing full well he would soon explore every inch of her body very soon.

We will supply every thing you need for that time, but don’t forget to bring back the signed waver. OK spouted Jamie with a feeling of winning the lottery as she was showed out by Margie.

When she returned home she spent a bit of time practicing Tom’s signature, then placed his name on the waver with a strong swipe at the tale of the last name, she was ready.

The next week was busy for Dr. Mac as he hurried to get every thing ready for what may turn out to be a very enjoyable subject depending on how she reacted to the drugs he had formulated with his colleges. Tom Staford had noticed a change in his wife from the day of her visit to the clinic, she seamed as if things were ok no matter what and she had surprised him by asking him to do things in bed she had not asked for in years.

This was ok with him, what ever it was he hoped it kept up as she was making him one happy man for sure these last few nights.

A few days before her appointed time Jamie fabricated a story of her being needed to stay with a sick friend in a not to distant city, she would swear her friend to secrecy then make her arrival at the clinic, the plan was flawless.

Jamie kissed her husband goodbye the morning of the 24th and hit the road, three hours later she was at the doorstep of the clinic waiting for 8 am.

At exactly 8 AM the door opened and Margie asked Jamie to enter.

Margie wasted no time to take Jamie directly to a private room with some pills and liquid on the table next to a hospital type bed and asked that she take those, lay down and wait for the doctor.

Jamie did as she was told and made herself comfortable on the bed.

As she lay there it seemed odd that she felt so tired, after all the drive there had only been 3 hours long and she had rested well the night before.

As the minutes drew on she felt as though she was becoming more relaxed, her lips were becoming a little numb, similar to when she had drank a bit to much at a party years ago.

Jamie’s mind drifted back to that time, things were so care free way back when, money was ok, sex was good and strangely enough somewhat often.

She secretly thought to herself that maybe these things that were to be done to her could help that area out between her and Tom.

She was suddenly startled as the door opened and in walked a man she had not met dressed in a white over coat very similar to what doctors wear.

The man pulled up a chair next to her and without introducing himself asked her to stand behind the curtain in the corner of the room and remove all her clothing and put on the gown placed there for her.

As Jamie got up and began to walk towards the corner she could not help but get butterflies in her stomach at the thought of removing her clothes for a man other than her husband.

Once behind the curtain she began to disrobe removing first her top then skirt, then bra and panties, finding her legs a bit shaky as she finished up and put on a white practically see through gown.

She sheepishly returned to the main part of the room as the male stranger watched on as she walked.

The man asked her to stand in front of him as she approached him then spoke, Mrs. Staford 12,000 dollars is a lot of money and we will expect your full cooperation in these experiments. That was the first time the word experiments was used and Jamie started to wonder just what she was getting into as she stood silently in front of the stranger looking down at him noticing her nipples had hardened and were living a life of there own. His eyes at the same time were drawn to the spectacle that drew a smile from his face.

OK then lets get started, you will not speak unless asked a question, you will do as you are told at all times, to the tee, no exceptions or the contract is breached, is that clear, Jamie is it?

Yes she replied, OK then let us get started.

The man stood and walked to the other side of the room to retrieve what looked like a pull up bar on rollers with two black cups about two feet apart attached to the bar and rolled it to the middle of the room. He then asked that Jamie reach above her head and place one hand in each cup.

She did so as he mentioned it was for her own safety and then he pulled straps around on the open ends by her wrists keeping her wrists from moving out of the cups.

Next he placed a blind fold over her eyes, and a cuff on each ankle placing her feet tight together as not to alarm her at this point while attaching two cords, one to each cuff on her ankle.

The man then told Jamie he needed to get some measurements and then placed a strap around her neck, stomach, and above each knee.

Jamie’s mind was racing as she felt all these strange things being put on her as the gown fell open in front of the stranger exposing all her assets to a man that had not even told her his name.

The man now placed a set of earmuffs on her and attached many other cords to all the straps that had been wrapped around her at key points.

As Jamie stood silent the man ran all of the straps through open ratchet devises placed in various places on the vertical supports and then slowly pulled one ankle out to the side then the other, getting small peeps from the beautiful wife as she began to thrust her chest out to accommodate the new position.

There was now a knock on the door as it opened and a short balding man entered with a case in one hand resembling a large suitcase. He smiled at the site of such a beautiful woman spread wide open in front of him.

Jamie could feel the movement of air around her and she now realized they meant business and her mind would never be the same with the memories of these events.

The men now cut the gown strait up the back and pulled it up each arm, securing it on the pole above. The short balding man then cupped her pussy as she took a long breath and grit her teeth feeling her own body instantly react to the small amount of stimulation. He skillfully massaged her outer lips in a steady movement forth and back, watching her closely to gauge her reaction.

After ten minutes or so, he could see her began to rock her hips as he then stopped and withdrew his hand. OH GODDD, emerged from her mouth as the man now bent and opened the case. The other man now began to explore her breasts, first one then the other, holding the tit flesh up then dropping it, then rolling each nipple in his fingers as Jamie reacted by slightly thrusting her chest outward.

Now the men worked together pulling the knee straps tight causing her sex to spill out even more, exposing now the hidden moisture that had formed in her pubic area. She was so totally open now that even her ass pedal was visible from behind and pushed slightly out by the stretching apart of her ass cheeks.

The short man held now, two white vibrators 8 inches in length and slightly wider than a normal man, both covered in a light lubricant he had spread over them. Handing one to the other man he knelt in front of Jamie’s wide spread legs and slowly began to push it up inside her. Jamie was no longer silent at this point shaking her hips and saying OH GOD, CHRIST, OH GODDDD, ITS TO BIGGGG, UNHHHHT. In no time at all the man had two thirds up in her tight pussy and turned on the vibrator and a muffled hum came from the woman’s belly as her hips began to rock again. Knelt In back of her the other man spread her ass cheeks and began to work the other vibrator up into her tight ass hole slowly with his free hand now pulling at her tight spinster ring, first one side than the other to help work the devise up in her.

As Margie sat at her desk she could hear a sudden escalation of noise in the other room now making its way through the walls and out into the other room. Quietly she listened to the sound of a woman-moaning loud then screaming OH, GODDDDDD, FUCK, FUCK, FUCCCC, NO, NO, NO, NO, NO, then the sound of the medal frame shaking and rattling and every so often leaving the floor and crashing down on one or two of the rollers. Margie was glad she had already locked the door.

Dr. Mac had heard the noise as well and was leaving his office heading to the room where the two men were violating Mrs. Staford. As doctor Mac opened the door Margie could first hear a growling moan and then the low hum of the vibrators. Turning she could see Jamie from the side, chin down, her breasts bobbing lewdly on her chest with the two men knelt in front and back of her, both their forearms moving rapidly to keep up with her hip movement disappearing behind the woman’s small muscular thigh. Before the door closed behind the doctor Margie caught a glimpse of liquid spurting from above the vibrator in her pussy as the man in front drew the tip harshly into her G spot by rotating its angle using both hands, then the door closed. It was enough to bring Margies hand to her panties for a quick orgasm. She would have her fun with her later, as her specialty was best around hour 20 when a small lick on a woman’s clit would send a spray 2 feet in the air from a woman that was capable of such things. Doctor Mac stood in front of Jamie and immediately reached out for his prize, grasping both of her nipples hard in each hand getting another escalation of noise from the delirious Mrs. Staford.

He then twisted, lifted, and dropped the perky white breasts using the nipples and surrounding skin as a leverage point as Jamie lifted her head and made an O with her lips and began to emanate low noises. Jamie’s mind was a mess, she had been transported to another world where her continuous orgasms used up all her thought process and her body was on its own dancing to three men’s wishes.

The doctor now walked to a drawer and retrieved a cupless bra and placed it on Jamie from behind. The harness had two rings that surrounded her breasts once forced over them.

The doctor then pulled the straps one after the other, pinching the bases down against her chest creating two tight bulbs of flesh that once were soft white breasts just moments before.

The men now removed the vibrators, ankle and knee straps and lifted her legs up to the two upper corners of the stand, reattaching them there.

Jamie was like a rag doll and put up no fight as they bent her their new way.

The short bald man now retrieved two clips with small cords attached from the case and attached one each to Jamie’s pussy lips and then pulling outward, attached each long cord to the vertical bar on each side, holding her pussy lewdly open.

Jamie groaned out loud as the weight of her body was now supported mostly by her arms.

In the front office Margie now met a group of people at the door, two women and one more man and led them to the room.

One of the women brought with her a small case with large syringes filled with liquid and went immediately to Jamie’s open pussy and began injections. The others groped her body while placing a ball gag between her beautiful lips and moving an adjustable chair beneath the cheeks of her ass, as it was going to be a long night for Jamie Staford.

4 hours later in the dark front office, light could be seen under one door as the sound of the metal frame creaking and slamming back to the ground mixed with the sound of a woman screaming and grunting around a gag.

The Clinic



Mel and Shelly had been trying to have a baby for over a year when they finally went to see their doctor. After undergoing some basic testing, it was discovered that Mel was, in fact, sterile. They spent some more time performing some other tests before they were able to determine that Mel's sterility was not caused by a simple blockage, but that his testicles were failing to produce any sperm.

Needless to say, the couple was extremely upset at this discovery. The doctors had told them that the only way they would be able to have a child, aside from adoption, would be for Shelly to be inseminated with another man's sperm. At first both Mel and Shelly rejected this idea, not wanting someone else to be the father of their baby. When the doctor they were speaking with pointed out to them that at least Shelly would be the baby's biological mother, unlike if they chose to adopt, it gave them another factor to consider.

For the next several weeks they weighed their options. Neither of them was thrilled with either a sperm donor or adoption, but they were slowly coming to terms with the fact that it was the only way they were going to be able to become parents. Eventually Mel decided that he would rather have a child with Shelly's genes than without, and he told her that he was in favour of insemination. Shelly was reluctant, but eventually agreed.

They made another appointment to see their doctor and find out what they needed to do next. He told them about a new clinic that had only been open for a year or so, but that was having impressive results with a cost lower than the other local fertility clinics. Mel and Shelly agreed to give them a try, and the doctor passed the referral on to his receptionist.

The very next day they received a phone call from the clinic, informing them that they had an appointment at the beginning of the following week. They spent the next few days talking more about their situation, confirming each other's comfort levels before proceeding with the appointment.

On the following Monday they were ushered into the office in what appeared to be an average-sized clinic. In the office were two chairs, a stool, a sink and counter and an examination table. Nervous, they sat in the chairs and waited as the receptionist left, closing the door behind her. A few minutes later the door opened and in walked a short, middle eastern man.

"Hello," he said, extending his hand. "I'm Dr. Hassan." They shook hands and then the doctor took a seat on the stool. After asking some basic questions he began to tell them about what they do. "We realize that every parent wants their child to look a bit like them, so we make a strong effort to find a donor that looks as much like the father as possible. Once we have narrowed it down, we give you a few potential donors to look at and choose from."

"That part sounds good," Mel said. "Could you explain the actual insemination procedure to us?"

"You see," Dr. Hassan said, "that's where we differ from most fertility clinics and, quite frankly, why we're able to keep your costs down as well." Both Mel and Shelly were looking a bit confused at this point. "We don't do the insemination as a medical procedure. It is our contention that pregnancy is most likely to occur when the woman is in a relaxed, if not pleasurable, state. Basically, what this means is that we have the donor deposit the sperm himself."

"I'm not sure I follow you," Shelly said.

"The donor that you choose would insert himself into you and deposit the sperm directly at the cervical opening," the doctor said.

"Excuse me?" Mel said, getting agitated. "Are you saying that my wife has to have sex with the donor?"

"In a manner of speaking. In addition to the woman being in as relaxed a state as possible, we also like the sperm to be as fresh as possible. The best way to accomplish both of those things is for the man to ejaculate inside the woman."

"Are you serious?" Shelly asked, looking only slightly calmer than her husband.

"I'm very serious," he replied. "Our success rate is almost ten percent higher than the other clinics that perform intra-uterine insemination."

"That's ridiculous!" she replied. "I'm not going to have sex with some strange man just so I can get pregnant!"

"I understand, but you need to know that our system works. The men are all disease free and have rather large penises in order to get the sperm right at the opening of the cervix."

"And that's supposed to make me feel better?"

"It might help a bit," Dr. Hassan said. "Obviously you don't need to make a decision right now. Go home and talk about it and we can always set something up some other time."

Mel and Shelly left shortly thereafter, walking to the car in total shock. Neither said a word until they were halfway home.

"Can you believe that guy?" Shelly said. "He thinks I'm going to have sex with some guy just so I can get pregnant?"

"Maybe it's not such a crazy idea," Mel said.

"What?"

"Look, we both want a baby really bad. If we do the sperm donor thing you're going to have another guy's sperm inside you anyway, so you might as well enjoy it."

"You're kidding, right? Why would I enjoy having sex with another man?"

"Come on," he replied. "We both fantasize about sex with other people. It's normal. This gives you a chance to have some fun and hopefully we get a baby out of it as well."

Shelly didn't respond well, tearing into Mel for expecting her to do something so morally wrong in order to have a baby. They barely spoke for the rest of the day, and things were only slightly better the day after that. A few days later, however, they started to talk about it a bit more. It took them a couple of days, but they finally agreed that the money that they would save and the higher success rate would be worth it. They called the clinic and set another appointment with Dr. Hassan.

"I'm so glad you decided to return," the doctor said as he sat down with them in the same exam room as last time. "I took the liberty of selecting a few donor profiles for you to look through. As I mentioned last time, they are all totally disease free and they all have penises at least eight inches in length, not to mention the fact that they are very fertile."

"So once we pick someone," Mel said, "how does it work?"

"We start by contacting the donor and confirming his participation. We will show him a picture of Shelly so that he knows what she looks like before he agrees. With a woman as stunning as you, Shelly, that won't be a problem."

The doctor was right. Shelly was 5'9" and slender, with natural breasts that were a bit too big for her frame. She had shoulder-length red hair and gorgeous blue eyes that always seemed to attract the attention of men.

"Once the donor is on board, we try to estimate your ovulation date. A few days before we'll get you to start using ovulation test strips. When the strips confirm that you are ovulating we get you to come down and meet your donor, then we leave you two alone to do your thing."

"How long do you leave us alone for?" Shelly asked.

"As long as you like. Some women are quite nervous and they ask the donor to masturbate until he is ready to ejaculate, then he enters her just long enough to deposit the sperm. Other women spend a great deal of time with their donor, taking full advantage of the opportunity to have some guilt-free sex."

"Can Mel come in with me?"

"Certainly, but I don't normally recommend it. Usually the presence of the husband adds tension that takes away from the experience. However, we have had husbands who have stayed in the room and turned it into a threesome. It's entirely up to you."

They discussed things a bit further, then they left to contemplate possible donors. When they finally selected one, they called Dr. Hassan and informed him of their choice. He told them that he would make the arrangements and that they should call him right away when the test strips confirmed that Shelly was ovulating.

For the next couple of days they waited nervously, discussing whether or not Mel should be in the room for the 'insemination.' Mel thought that he might get too jealous and Shelly agreed, so they decided that he would not go in with her. A few days later the test strip showed that Shelly was ovulating, so she called Dr. Hassan to schedule her appointment. He told her to arrive at seven o'clock and that he would make sure that the donor was ready.

As they drove to the clinic, Shelly reached over and put her hand on Mel's thigh. Feeling somewhat aroused at what was about to happen, she let her hand drift up to Mel's crotch. She was surprised to find that his cock was rock-hard and straining against his pants.

"Somebody's excited," she said, rubbing him.

"I know," he replied. "I should be jealous, but the thought of you having sex with someone else is really turning me on."

She continued to rub his cock as they drove in silence to the clinic. When they arrived Dr. Hassan was at the front door of the building to let them in. All of the other businesses in the complex were closed for the night, so the building was dreadfully silent. The doctor escorted them into a lounge area that they hadn't seen before.

"Mel," he said, "this is where you'll be waiting. Feel free to watch some television or pick out a movie from the DVD collection. Many men get rather aroused when they are here, so we've got a variety of adult films that you can watch if you like. The three of us and Joseph are the only ones in the building. I will be in my office working and will not disturb you. When Shelly is done, she will come out to meet you and the two of you can then head home. You are welcome to masturbate while you wait, I only ask that you clean up after yourself. Shelly, if you're ready I'll take you to meet Joseph."

Mel gave his wife a kiss, then watched her walk away with the doctor. He started to peruse the DVD selection, picking out a video that starred one of his favourite porn stars. Inserting the disc into the player, he sat down to enjoy himself while his wife was in the other room.

Meanwhile, Dr. Hassan escorted Shelly into another room at the other end of the hall. The room was softly lit, with a large king-sized bed, a plush sofa and matching armchair. Soft jazz filled the room, tickling her senses. The doctor told her to make herself at home and then left, closing the door behind him. A few minutes later, as Shelly tried to relax on the couch, there was a knock at the door.

"Come in," she said. The door opened and in walked an absolute vision. Joseph looked even better than in his photos. His features were very similar to her husband's, but he seemed to have an aura about him that was far more sexual and charismatic.

He introduced himself to her and then offered her a drink. He read her nervousness, something he was no doubt accustomed to, and sat down to talk to her and help her to relax. He didn't rush at all, giving her ample time to grow more comfortable with the situation before he leaned in and kissed her. The kiss was electric, sending a pulse all the way down between her thighs. She kissed him back passionately, running her hands over his muscular chest.

"Are you getting wet?" he whispered into her ear. She nodded her head in reponse. "I love making a woman wet." She pulled slightly back and took off her top, revealing her white bra. She then unzipped her skirt and pulled it off, revealing the matching thong. Joseph ran his hand down the side of her body to her thigh, then back up again, cupping her breast. She reached out and started to rub the bulge in his pants, immediately recognizing that he was packing bigger equipment than her husband's seven inches. He fondled her breasts and kissed her neck as she reached behind her back and undid her bra, allowing it to fall away from her breasts. He then leaned down and began to lick and suck on her nipples.

"I can't wait to make you cum," he said to her as she rubbed the bulge in his crotch more aggressively. As he sucked her breasts he began to rub her pussy through her thong. As he paused to take off his shirt, she peeled off her thong, leaving her naked. She briefly fingered her own pussy before Joseph pulled her hand away and took over. "I'm so hard for you Shelly," he said. "I love how wet your pussy is!" She started to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples as he hooked two fingers up into her pussy. "You feel so tight!" He took off his pants as she reached down and fingered her pussy some more, then he pulled off his underwear as well. Shelly sat and stared at his nine-inch cock pointing straight up in the air.

"Do you want to suck it?" he asked her. She reached out and grabbed it, then bent over and gently licked the tip. She kissed and licked it for a couple of minutes without taking it into her mouth yet. "Do you tease your husband like this?" he asked.

"Sometimes," she replied. She looked up at him and smiled, then engulfed the head of his cock with her lips and took him into the back of her throat. She had always had a sensitive gag reflex, but still she took him in as far as she could, stopping almost at the halfway point.

"I love those sexy lips," Joseph said as he watched her suck his cock. He started pushing into her mouth gently, not wanting to make her gag. "You're such a naughty girl!" She sucked his cock for a few more minutes before he pulled her away and stood up. He pulled her to her feet and picked her up, laying her back down on the bed. She looked up at him as he spread her legs apart, then bent over and started to lick and suck on her pussy.

"Your pussy tastes incredible," he said. "I bet your husband would be jealous if he saw this!" Shelly started to squeeze her breasts as Joseph ate her out and fingered her pussy. "You're going to look so sexy pregnant with my baby," he said. "You're going to be such a milf!"

"Yes baby!" she moaned. "Suck on that little clit!"

"You look like you're almost ready for my big cock," he replied. He continued to eat her out until she seemed about to cum, then she pushed him away.

"I need you to fuck me right now!" she said, breathlessly. He smiled at her and then slid up her body. He put the head of his cock against the entrance to her pussy and then slowly pushed it all the way in. He gave her a moment to adjust to his size before he started to thrust in and out of her tight pussy. The room was filled with her moans as she gave him full access to the depths of her pussy, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she experienced a level of pleasure her husband was never able to provide. He fucked her with long, deep strokes, angling his cock so that it rubbed against her clit.

"Oh my fucking god!" she cried. "Holy shit! I'm fucking cumming!" He let her finish cumming, then he pulled out and moved up beside her, kneeling next to her head. He grabbed her gently by the hair and pulled her face to his cock. She opened her mouth willingly, sucking her juices off of the first half of his cock. "I love your big cock!" she said. He grabbed onto her hair a bit harder and started to fuck her face. When she responded by reaching down and playing with her pussy, he started to thrust harder into her mouth. Her gag reflex prevented him from shoving his entire cock down her throat, but it was arousing enough to have this control over a married woman without needing deeper penetration.

"That feels so fucking good, Shelly!" he said.

"Oh my god!" she said a minute or two later when he pulled out for a moment. "Your dick is so fucking big!" He shoved it back into her mouth and fucked her face for a few more minutes before pulling out. He got on his back and pulled her on top of him, facing away. He held his cock up as she lowered her pussy down onto it and started to slowly ride it. As she started to build up speed, he reached around to the front of her body and rubbed her clit.

"Slam my fucking pussy baby!" she cried as she began to literally bounce up and down on his cock.

"That's it Shelly!" he said. "Ride that fucking cock!" He pulled her hair and started to spank her as she rode him.

"That feels so fucking good!" she cried. "You're so much better than my husband!"

"You look so fucking hot riding my dick!"

She rode him for a couple of more minutes, then he pushed her off of him. Standing up, he pulled her to her feet and over to the bar. He lifted her up so that her ass was on the edge of it, then shoved his cock into her pussy.

"Fuck me Joseph!" she said. "Oh my fucking god, I'm cumming already! I'm cumming all over your big cock!"

"You look so fucking good with my dick inside you!" he said as he continued to fuck her. "Your pussy is so tight!"

"Oh shit baby!" she cried. "I'm cumming again!" Her orgasm came and went and Joseph continued to slam into her. "I fucking love your cock! It's so much better than my husband's!"

"That must be why your pussy is still so tight!" he said.

"That feels amazing!" she said. "You're going to make me cum again!" He reached down and started to rub her clit.

"You're so fucking sexy!" he said to her.

"You've got such a big cock!" she replied, moments before her next orgasm hit.

"If you were my wife I'd never let another man fuck you!" he said. This triggered another orgasm in her as she screamed out loud.

"Such a big fucking cock!" she cried. "Feels amazing!" Moments later she was gasping for air as she came again. "I'm so fucking wet for you baby!"

"Take that fucking dick girl!" he said. "Show me how slutty you are!"

"Fuck yes!" she screamed. "That's incredible!"

"This pussy is all mine now!"

"Yes baby! Give me your big fucking cock! Make me cum again! Holy fucking shit! I can't stop cumming!" She was in the middle of her sixth orgasm in that position when Joseph started to smack her ass from underneath. "Take my pussy baby!"

"If only your husband could see you now! You can't stop cumming, can you?" He started to get rough with her, smacking her tits and even her face.

"I can't stop cumming! Fuck yes!" she cried. A minute later she came again, followed by another one shortly after.

"You're such a sexy slut!" he said. "I love your hot little pussy!" She continued to scream as she came again. "Look at how wet you are! That pussy's all mine, isn't it bitch?"

"God yes!" she cried. "I'm cumming again! I feel like such a slut!" It was her tenth orgasm in that position. Joseph then pulled out and put her on the ground. Turning her to face the bar, he shoved his cock into her pussy from behind.

"You like the way I fuck you, don't you Shelly?" he asked. She reached back and rubbed her clit.

"Yes Joseph! I fucking love it! I'm cumming for you again!"

"You're such a dirty slut!" he said, continuing to pound her. "I love this hot little cunt!" He slammed into her hard, her tits jiggling underneath her.

"Fuck yes Joseph! I'm fucking cumming again! It feels so fucking good!"

The room was filled with her cries as he abused her pussy, making her cum yet again a couple of minutes later.

"I'm going to fuck you up the ass!" Joseph said, pulling out of her pussy.

"You want my ass?" she replied. "It's all yours if you want it!" She stayed bent over like that, waiting, as he opened a drawer in the dresser and pulled out a condom. He quickly tore it open and put it on, then stood behind her and pushed the head of his cock into her ass.

"That feels fucking good!" he said. "I love your tight little ass!"

"It hurts!" she said softly as he forced more of his cock into her ass. He reached around in front of her and started to finger her pussy, hoping to loosen her up a bit more.

"Relax your ass, Shelly!" he said to her. It was only another minute or two before he had all nine inches buried in her ass. He fucked her slowly and gently, making sure that she was enjoying it.




The Clinic



"I've never had such a big cock in my ass!" she said. "You're stretching it out!"

"Take that cock, you little bitch!" he said. "Take it all the way up your ass!" He fucked her steadily for a few minutes, then pulled out and removed the condom. He pulled her over to the bed and put her on top of him, lowering her pussy onto his cock and having her ride it.

"Your dick is so fucking big! I wish my husband could fuck me like this!"

"You've got a tight little pussy," he replied. "I bet he has no idea how much of a cock whore you are!"

"Fuck yes baby!" she cried. "I'm cumming! Give it to me Joseph!" When she finished cumming he pushed her off of him and put her on her hands and knees, then shoved his cock back into her pussy from behind. He grabbed her hips and pounded her hard, nearing orgasm himself. "Oh god yes! I'm cumming again!"

"I'm about to make you a pregnant slut!" he told her. Moments later he exploded deep in her pussy. He made sure to hold himself deep inside her as they both came down from their orgasms.

"That was fucking amazing!" she said. "I've never cum that much in my life!"

"Just remember how good I fucked you when you see that belly of yours start to grow. I don't think your pussy will ever be the same!"

Joseph told her to flip over onto her back, then he placed a large cushion under her hips. He told her she should stay like that for at least twenty minutes before she went back out to meet her husband. He gave her a kiss and then said goodbye to her.

**********

Six months later, as Shelly was purchasing some baby furniture for the nursery, she opened her purse to pay. As she handed the cashier her credit card, she looked down and noticed something out of place in her wallet. She pulled the small piece of paper out of her wallet and unfolded it, looking at the written message.

"Pregnant or not," it read, "I want another piece of that hot little pussy. Call me." Joseph had written his phone number on the note and then signed his name. As Shelly looked down at her swollen belly she wondered when Joseph had put the note in her wallet. She noticed that her pussy was completely soaked and she had an image flash through her mind of Joseph fucking her again and then cumming all over her pregnant belly. The cashier brought her back to reality and she signed the receipt, then took her purchases out to the car, pulling out her cell phone to call Joseph...



The Clinic



It was Kate's first time going to the student clinic. Needless to say, she was very uncomfortable about the whole idea of getting examined by a doctor she'd never met. She wouldn't have kept the silly appointment except- well, she just felt bad about cancelling appointments. It was her first year of college, her first time away from home, and she was wanting to feel like a real adult at her new school.

As she walked through the parking lot, she chuckled to herself just a little bit as she pulled her rain jacket closer to her body. What was she going to tell this doctor? That she had a little bit of irritation from a new vibrator and she promised to wash it with warm soapy water before using it again? Maybe she would just tell him it was from using a different brand of detergent. Yeah, she would tell him that! He is not going to believe me, she thought to herself. He'll know I've been getting myself off.  

Kate sighed a barely audible sigh as she opened the heavy wooden door to the clinic room. Looking around, she appeared to be the only person there. Consulting her watch, she determined it was a little after 5 pm. She was probably the last patient of the day.

"Please sign in!" a cheerful voice echoed. It took Kate a moment to realize that a young looking receptionist had been only a few feet away from her.

"I didn't see you!" Kate gasped. 

"I'm sorry to startle you. My name is Shanna. Please sign in and meet me at that door". Shanna flipped her long red hair out of her eyes and motioned to a large steel door near the back of the room.

Kate quickly signed in, and headed quickly towards the door.

Shanna said nothing once Kate crossed into the back of the clinic. She had a chart and a pen in hand, motioned for Kate to hurry along, and pointed to a room. Kate went into the room as instructed, with Shanna close behind. 

"Take your clothes off, place them on the chair, get on the exam table, and put this drape over you. The doctor will be right in." Shanna said, then left.

"Drape? Looks more like a hand towel", Kate scowled,then quickly lifted her tight sweater off over her head. She blushed realizing she'd not worn a bra today. Her full, firm breasts seems to hover. Her tiny soft nipples quickly began to harden as the coolness of the room hit them. She traced their outline with her fingers. She slid her hands under her breasts admiring just how plump they were. She blushed again as she felt the need to hurry and get this appointment over with.

Kate unbuttoned her jeans and slid them off over her smooth legs. Then she tucked her thumbs into her satin panties and drug them down. As she bent over, she thought she heard the door creak open. Her head flew up to see no one. She stopped dallying around and quickly got on the exam table.

As she settled into the stillness Kate noticed there was no noise in the clinic. Complete silence filled the air. She ony heard the soft sounds of her breath and her heart thudding in her chest.

Footsteps echoed down the corridor. The door snapped open, and there was Shanna.

"The doctor is busy with another patient, so I will need to do your exam. Please put your feet in the stirrups".

Kate did as she was told, but with some reluctance. She had not mentioned to the receptionist when she called the nature of her problem, nor had she mentioned it to Shanna. Perhaps this was protocol for a first time patient? Either way, it was what she had come for.

Shanna walked over to the foot of the exam table where Kate laid, obviously nervous. "You ever had a pelvic exam before?"

"No" was all Kate could squeak out.

"I see you are a little irritated down there," Shanna said as she slipped a latex exam glove into her slim hand. "Have you been having much sex?"

"No. No none at all. I, um... I..."

"It's ok Kate, we all do it. Whether you are getting it from a man or a machine, it doesn't matter". Shanna put her gloved hands on Kate's bare knees and started sliding her hands down the length of Kate's thighs. "Open up, sweetie. Don't be shy with me. I've seen a pussy before."

Kate was silent. Why would she say pussy?

Shanna's cold hands where about 8 inches from Kate's vagina when she stopped. She slid her hands around the underside of Kate's legs, still moving very slowly and very deliberately. After reaching around to Kate's buttocks, Shanna then started moving her hands up Kate's hips. Quickly, Shanna yanked Kate to the end of the exam table. Kate's ass was hanging mostly over the edge. Shanna's breath was close enough to feel and Kate felt her cunt gape open. 

Shanna moved her hands to Kate's swollen labia. Gently caressing the folds open, her moist breath still close enough for Kate to feel. Kate was oddly turned on and yet mortified at the same time. 

Shanna held both the inner and outer lips open with one hand as her other fingers caressed up and down the opening of Kate's slit. Shanna slid one finger up towards Kate's clit and flicked it casually. Shanna heard Kate gasp a little, and she tried to hide a chuckle as she asked, "Does that hurt?"

"No. I just wasn't expecting you to.."

"To what- Pleasure you? Pleasure you like you pleasure yourself Kate?"

Kate said nothing. The silence was ringing in her ears. Her pussy vibrated with sensations she'd never felt before.

"You have a mild irritation. I will need to clean you", Shanna said as she turned and reached for a bottle that was in the cabinet behind her. 

Kate was tilted back on the table to where she couldn't really see what was going on. An absorbent pad was placed beneath Kate. More rattling. Kate felt a slight squeeze then a pinch on her outer right cunt lip. A long cold object Kate assumed was some kind of clamp had been squeezed onto her and Shanna was pulling her folds open. The clamp was quickly tossed over Kate's thigh and the process was repeated on the left. Kate's inner labia were on display now.

Shanna grabbed a bottle off the table and started dripping it slowly onto Kate's gaped puss. The liquid was extremely cold and Kate buckled and arched her back trying to wiggle away. Shanna smacked Kate promptly on the ass cheek and sternly said, "You'd better be still. This is going to take a while!"

Shanna soon started to rub the cold solution all around Kate's clit and inside her little pussy lips. Kate was really feeling turned on, but at the same time she was still frightened. 

Out of liquid, Shanna took some gauze and started blotting Kate dry. Kate had to admit, her vagina was feeling much better, with the exception of those pesky clamps.

Shanna picked up both clamps and Kate let out a sigh of relief. Freedom at last! she thought. Shanna let both heavy clamps drop, still attached to Kate's pussy. The weight was tremendous. Kate started to wiggle again and Shanna smacked her on top of her pussy mound. The stinging sensation almost felt good to Kate.

Kate was tilted forward again, slightly, and Shanna finally relieved her from the clamps. Shanna rubbed a cool hand over Kate's swollen cunt. Shanna took a seat again and continued to rub Kate. More moist breath. More rubbing. Kate was feeling a little light headed. She wasn't sure what was happening as Shanna bent closer towards her and started licking her pussy. The rush was intense. Kate had never felt such pleasure before. A moan escaped her before she realized it. She was embarrassed again. Shanna softly whispered that there was nothing to feel embarrassed about, and she continued to pleasure Kate. 

Kate could feel herself rushing towards an orgasm. Shanna could feel it too. Kate's pussy tasted hot, her clit was sticking almost strait up, and her cunt was dripping sweet juice. Kate felt a finger glide inside her. Then two. She was rocking back and forth in time with the finger-fuck she was receiving. More and more juice was dripping from her sweet insides. 

Shanna slowly pulled the two fingers out, slid them around the outside of Kate's hole, and backed her tongue away. 

More rattling. 

Kate was so close to cumming already she couldn't imagine what Shanna was going to tease her with next!

Shanna took her thumb and two fingers and spread Kate's pussy open once more, this time inserting a speculum. Slowly, Shanna cranked open the speculum open to widest setting possible. Kate had never been forced open like this- the feeling was painful, but breathtaking. Shanna started rubbing Kate's clit again. The pleasure was intense. Kate knew she was close to cumming, but it seemed as if Shanna was one step ahead of her slowing her motions as Kate neared orgasm. 

Shanna backed off the speculum a little, and Kate's pussy spasmed. Shanna jammed a lubed finger inside Kate's ass and Kate howled. She had never been so close to orgasm before and not been allowed to cum. Shanna took her other hand and poked two more fingers into Kate's speculumed puss. She gently caressed the vaginal walls anywhere she could reach around the blades of the speculum, applying the most pressure to the top near where Kate's G-spot was. 

Kate couldn't take any more of this torture. She arched her back, pushing her pussy towards Shanna's hand as much as she could, then exploded into orgasm. A stream of jizz shot from Kate's open cunt hitting Shanna in her open (and waiting) mouth. Kate shook with force at the intensity of the orgasm. The room spun around. The lights seemed to flicker. 

Shanna slid her fingers out of Kate's ass and pussy. She started to pull the speculum out, but hadn't closed it. Slowly, the open speculum gaped Kate open more and more. A second wave of pleasure hit Kate as Shanna rotated the open device around inside her. Shanna closed the speculum a little more, pulled it out a little farther, and gave Kate's clit one last long slurp and tug as she popped the speculum out. 

Kate's pussy remained gaped open, and Shanna slowly bent to kiss it. Kate could do nothing at this point but pant for air. She was totally spent. In fact, Kate was so out of it that she hardly realized Shanna was pulling her lab coat off. Shanna then untied her scrub pants and let them drop to the floor. Shanna tugged her satin panties off much the same way Kate had earlier in the afternoon.

Kate was barely conscious when Shanna reached down between her legs and freed a cock from between them. A cock that had throbbed for over an hour now. A cock that had been wanting that sweet, wet pussy Kate had so selfishly pleasured for herself for months on end. 

Shanna slid her member into Kate's gaped cunt, grabbed her by the hips, and fucked her as hard and as fast as she could until Shanna filled Kate's already dripping cunt with seed. Shanna pulled her dick out, and sticky sweet wetness dripped to the floor.

Shanna couldn't help herself. She just had to lean back down and taste Kate's pussy once more. Their juices had mixed, and Shanna couldn't remember the last time she'd tasted something so delicious.

Shanna redressed Kate as best she could, then carried her through the empty clinic into the darkness of the parking lot and placed Kate in her car careful to lock the door.

Kate awoke hours later, confused and sore. A small piece of paper was on the steering wheel in front of her. It was a prescription for a soothing vaginal cream that was to be applied three times a day. If there were any questions, she was instructed to call the front desk and ask for Shanna.



The Clinic



My girl Glenda and I began emailing on 11/1/11. We then switched to skype. I started out with considering and when I went for a visit I placed a training bracelet on her wrist and ankle bracelet on her. From then on she was to begin training via the internet and that included cybering, being nude and obedience on skype even to the point of self applying discipline.

I told her that she would get an extremely sore posterior burning spanking when she gets home. This way she will be starting off with a clean slate. She was getting an extreme sore posterior burning spanking weekly. She was going to shower, dress in a skirt outfit-which includes a bra garter-belt hose-stand knees shoulder width apart grab ankle. Then she will repeat memorized sentences and receive a stroke with the paddle on her posterior after each sentences, with the only thing covering her sexy-voluptuous-plump bum is the garter straps and then put on white cotton granny panties.

After speaking with Glenda all this, she learned of my desire/need for a form of a Spencer Plan. She said," I am Feeling Uncomfortable with The Idea of Appling Discipline to Your Posterior Daddy and it Will Feel Strange at First; Hopefully Things Would Get Easier With Time." 

I began to feel she would always find it difficult to be a Disciplinarian to her Master/Daddy/Owner. It may to difficult and unfair for a girl I own, I spank, I flog, I paddle, I cane for my pleasure and her discipline, to ask her to assist me in a Form of The Spencer Plan. Since my stroke I have problems remembering to take meds. I procrastinate and take advantage of using my heart problems and weaker left side from the stroke to put things off. 

One day as I was looking through one of those underground types of publications, looking at spanking porn and then one very small ad caught my eye. It said something like "CLINIC - Come to Scioto County Clinic and you'll keep coming back." and a phone number to call for more information. One reason I paid attention to it is that it didn't promise the world and didn't try to attract the whole world, unlike many of the other ads. It also appeared genuine. I called the number and the lady at the other end said that I'd need to come over to the clinic to learn more about it, and that there would be no fees collected until I had a Therapy Session. I became more and more curious and decided to see what it was about.

The clinic was about a half an hour drive from Portsmouth. I walked in to reception area and mentioned that I had called earlier today and wanted some information. The voluptuous and sensuous young lady said she remembered my call.

"We offer a variety of services. As you may have gathered by our use of the word 'clinic', the sessions are structured in a rather formal way." I noticed her jet black ponytail. "All of our services involve female nurse provided discipline." she continued unabashedly. "The discipline sessions are administered by our staff of nurses." In shock I asked, asked," By a nurse?" 

Her green eyes looked into mine, and said, "Absolutely, Dr. Elaine Exultant understood that individuals are complex. individuals are filled with guilt, or regret, or stress, or depression, or curiosity of discipline because they were not properly disciplined and was beat, or were disciplined as a child and still need boundaries enforced, regardless of the situation, regardless if they have a Dominant or submissive nature, regardless if erotic or discipline, some have a need for some amount of pain applied to their hindquarters.

Dr. Exultant, a Psychiatrist and Neurologist, decided to treat individuals with depression and individual that needs behavior modification. 

She only hires Female Nurses. She explains everything to each nurse on how to proceed as soon as an appointment is made. They are less threatening. They are seen as maternal figures. They care for children beginning at birth. They care for children when they are in school. They care for the individual when they are in the hospital, when the individual is in the convalescent home or hospice care.

Nurses are not there to judge. The nurses are material caregivers. They are, as always, to help with your physical and emotions needs." 

My imagination ran wild, and I was trying to conceal the fact that my erection struggled inside my jeans. "The sessions," she continued, "require a minimum of one half hour, and some of them are quite a bit longer depending on the health of the patient. All the services are administered in an intimate setting." She paused before and after the word "intimate". "With you health history, and that your are a D/s Master, you may need to set aside more than the usual therapy session time frame. But I warn you these sessions are not for everyone," she went on, "and we expect that if you submit to a Therapy Session, that you will take advantage of all that is offered." Her eyes opened wider and horizontal ridges appeared on her forehead. "In other words, we expect that you will do as you are instructed during the sessions."

She paused a moment for effect, then continued. She handed me a one-page summary of the types of sessions offered at the clinic. "As you can see, we offer sessions in the Discipline Room with Nurse Barbra. Sessions are by appointment only, and if you wish to make an appointment you'll need to undergo a screening session in which we gain some insight into your inner profile. After the screening, which can take place now if you would like, you are free to schedule the sessions you want. Do you have any questions?"

"Can you tell me more about Nurse Barbra? I noticed there is no description of her sessions here," I replied.

"All I can say about Nurse Barbra is that she has an interesting - and unique - approach, and that she likes to give severe Over-the-lap paddlings."

I knew at that point that there was no turning back, and that my curiosity - and my erection - dictated that I follow through and schedule a session.

"I'd like to go ahead and schedule a session," I nervously admitted.

"Certainly," she chirped. "You can choose which session to schedule after your screening." She picked up her phone and pressed four numbers. A moment later she said to whoever answered, "I'm going to give a screening now, would you cover the reception area?"

I was glad that she was going to do the screening, since I felt a rapport with her. She gathered a clipboard and some paperwork. When her replacement emerged, she instructed, "Follow me."

I followed her through a hallway and she stopped and keyed in a combination at one of the rooms there, opened the door, and entered. She locked the door after I followed her in.

"I am Nurse Jodi," she informed me, "and I'd like you to read and sign this agreement. Basically you are acknowledging that you are voluntarily taking part in the sessions, things like that."

I looked it over and didn't see anything that sounded fishy, so I went ahead and signed it and handed it to her.

"Very good," she said. "Now, all sessions, including the screening, are conducted with the recipient totally unclothed. So remove your clothing, and be seated here while I prepare," she ordered, pointing to an adjustable chair of the same kind you'd find in a dentist office.

While I undressed, Nurse Jodi wheeled a cart to the side of where I was to be seated, with some equipment that had several cables with electrodes attached. When I reclined in the chair, she stated, "After reading your medical history, I'm going to attach several electrodes so that I can measure your heart rate, skin conductivity, blood pressure, erectile response, breathing, and eye movements. I'll measure these while you view some images in a kind of slide show format."

Nurse Jodi proceeded to attach electrodes to my chest, forefinger, and eyelids. She then wrapped a stretchable band of material around the base of my penis, placed another one about an inch from the tip, and attached a thin cable from the machine to the material. Of course, I became very erect while she handled me to perform this task. She switched on the machine and spent a couple of minutes adjusting the settings. Then she turned on the image projector and adjusted the focus on a test image that she projected on the wall in front of me.

"I'm going to turn off the room lights and I want you to just view all the images."

Nurse Jodi had a remote control for the image projector and displayed spanking images of men and receiving in different positions, giving me ample time to react and adjust to each one before going to the next one. The images were stimulating to me. When the nurse had shown all the images, she had the machine select the images that I had positively reacted to, and showed those again, closely observing me all the while.

After she had finished the second run of images, she said that the next step was to chart my erogenous zones. She put a blindfold on me so that I could not see, adjusted the chair so that I was more reclined than before, and, starting at my feet, slowly and lightly ran her fingers over every inch of my body, including my testicles. I then turned over face down and she repeated the feather light touching on my back, slapping my bottom, and repeated the feather light touching on back of my legs. I was very aroused by the time she finished, and I had seeped considerably. She had generated several pages of documentation which she placed in a folder while I dressed.

In my aroused state it wasn't difficult to decide to schedule. After a feeding thought I chose and scheduled it for the following day. Then I went home and fantasized about the forthcoming session.

I made the drive to the clinic for my afternoon appointment and was greeted by Nurse Jodi in the reception area. She picked up the phone and pressed a few keys. "Joyce, your two o'clock appointment is here."

A moment later a young lady in a white uniform appeared in the reception area and said, "I'm Joyce, come with me." She was medium height, plump, pale complexion, and had a long black pony hair. She wore white a medium length dress with her garter-belt fastening her hose was visible and sneakers. She keyed in a combination to unlock the door to her room and locked it behind us.

"Remove you slacks and underwear," she directed, "put them over there."

I leisurely removed my clothes, frequently gazing at her. When I had finished, I looked her and she said, "Stay there." She picked up a hardwood hairbrush in one hand and picked up an armless chair with the other, and brusquely placed it near where I was standing.

"You certainly took your time baring your backside, David," Nurse Joyce scolded. "We're going to establish that when I tell you to do something, you do it without dawdling." She quickly seated herself and pulled her dress up to expose most of her garter-belt and thighs. "Get across here now," she crisply ordered, pointing at her lap.

My heart pounding, I quickly positioned myself as directed. Holding me down with one hand, she began a lengthy and severe paddling using the hairbrush. Her technique was to give two hard swats in one place on one side, and then two hard swats on the other side. In almost no time my bottom felt ablaze.

"Ow! Ow! Please, Joyce, not so hard! Ow! Ahhh!" I begged and squirmed as she paddled away. After about twenty swats she stopped for a moment.

"You've got to learn some manners, young man!" she scolded, and began to pound with the hairbrush again. "You don't call me Joyce! It's always NURSE Joyce or Ma'am. Do you understand?"

"Yes! Yes, Ma'am!"

"UNDERSTAND?" She repeated, still smacking away.

"OH YES, Nurse Joyce! OW! I understand! OH!" She was spanking me so hard that I would have agreed to say anything that she wanted. "Please, Ma'am, Please!" I begged.

"STOP SQUIRMING!" she barked, and continued, hitting even harder. "Stop that wiggling!"

"I can't! It hurts! Please not so hard!"

"I decide how hard to spank, not you! I think you should have some more."

Nurse Joyce kept up the brisk pace of the hairbrush paddling, interspersing the swats with comments like "You need to learn your lesson," and "I want obedience from you," and "I don't think you've had enough yet."

After an interminable paddling, she finally stopped and ordered, "Okay, get up now!"

I hopped up and put my hands back on my sore, red with white splotched bottom that had been soundly where she had paddled. When she saw this she exclaimed, "No! No touching there! David place you hands in front, right now!" I immediately complied, still grimacing from the severity of Nurse Joyce's discipline. 

She carefully wiped the seepage from the tip of my penis. She instructed, and as she did this, I became erect. Nurse Joyce smiled sweetly and said, "You nasty boy. I'll bet you're thinking all kinds of nasty thoughts....now I believe that you need a regular scheduled therapy. I see here that your insurance pays for you to have in home counselor, nurse and home health aide."

"Yes, Ma'am!" I attempted to snap back to attention to her conversation. I was sore, dazed and confused. I am a Dominant Male. I am a control freak. Nevertheless, I scheduled a discipline session with a Voluptuous, Nurse and Disciplinarian. Furthermore, I kept it and was just treated like a child and received a solid over the knee old fashion bare butt blistering. 

She continued, with out noticing my mental, emotional haze, "If you wish, we could schedule a nurse to visit you and bill your insurance as counseling and a nurse to set your medication up for you and remind you to take them." However, This Sexy, Voluptuous Angel looked down and did notice my penis was once again was hard as a rock. As her eyes scanning up and my body, she giggled as I quickly placed my hands down to cover my organ. Nurse Joyce smiled sweetly and said, "You really a nasty, nasty boy." Between giggles, "You best put you underwear and slacks on. David, take a day or two and think about it." 

I put on my clothes, thanked her for an unforgettable experience, and mentioned to Nurse Jodi that when I needed, thinking about how I forget my meds or my case manager threatens to terminate my benefits for non compliance, I'd be calling for another appointment.

After I returned home bruised, sore, drained and relaxed, I spent the evening in a confused state.

The End



The Clinic



by deliciousthoughts ©

There are several stories on this site that started off my interest in interracial lesbian domination. This is MY version of one of what I remember of one of them. 

KATHY

"Kathy, we're ready for you now," the receptionist said.

The brunette pushed up from her seat in the waiting room and headed through the white door across the corridor. The room she entered was larger and more comfortable-looking than she had anticipated, and the soft music playing in the background added to the surprising sense of calmness and relaxation. Even the long examination table situated in the centre of the room was covered with padded black leather. 

The black nurse who greeted her was tall, buxom and beautiful—more like a model than a nurse, Kathy thought. Her white uniform was figure-hugging tight and the two buttons undone ensured that a significant amount of her impressive dark cleavage was on display. 

"Please accept our apologies for the delay," she said, flashing her white teeth as she smiled. "But we can get started immediately. Once we've gone through the formalities, Dr. Bock will join us."

Kathy nodded. "Dr. Bock?"

"I'll explain everything as we go along," the nurse said, flashing another smile. "We're a private clinic as you know and everything here has been designed to ensure our patients are as comfortable as possible. Just relax and lie on the table, please..."

Kathy did as she was bid, smoothing her skirt down her thighs and staring up at the ceiling. She tried to think why they would have a mirror there, but then the nurse was at her side again.

"My name is Amaka." She handed Kathy a small paper cup. "Just drink this, it will help you relax. Then I suggest you close your eyes and concentrate on the music. We want you in your most tranquil state for the consultation with Dr. Bock, don't we?"

Kathy swallowed the drink in a single mouthful and laid her head back onto the white pillow as Amaka took the empty cup from her. They might want her in a relaxed state but she knew the importance of staying alert. Whatever was in the drink, she was too clever to let it affect her. And yet ... she was already beginning to experience a detached, almost dream-like state.

It couldn't be that powerful, could it? 

"I've completed the paperwork before you arrived," she heard Amaka say. The nurse had such a soft and yet commanding voice. "This is what is going to happen now. I'll help you off with your clothes so that you are ready for the doctor to see you and while I'm doing that, just enjoy the music and listen to what I tell you. In fact, Kathy, the more you hear my voice the more relaxed you're going to feel."

Kathy opened her eyes dreamily at the woman as she reached down to unbutton her blouse. Instinctively, she raised her hands but Amaka moved them back by her side before returning to the buttons again.

"Shhh," she softly whispered. "That's alright, baby. You're a little out of it. You need to relax. Amaka is going to do everything for you."

Baby? Nurses didn't call patients 'baby'? 

And yet somehow the word felt soothing. So did the way this beautiful woman smiled at her as she removed her blouse. Even more of her magnificent black cleavage spilled out of her white uniform as she bent over and Kathy had an almost overwhelming urge to raise her head so that she could feel their warmth against her face. 

The cool air hit her nipples before she realised that Amaka had removed her bra. She shyly pulled her arms across her chest to cover herself but the nurse was taking hold of her wrists again and returning her arms to their position at her side. 

"There's no need to hide them, baby. They're beautiful."

Instinct told Kathy that she should have been alarmed by the words but instead she felt a surge of pride. This voluptuous black woman had the most amazing breasts and yet she was complimenting Kathy on hers.

"Deliciously high," Amaka's soft voice continued. "And they're wonderfully perky. They're very similar to my girlfriend's and she has long nipples like yours, too. I can get her off just by sucking on them."

The words washed through Kathy's mind. Something didn't feel right. But then, why shouldn't this nurse talk to her like this? They were two women, after all. It had been some time since anyone had sucked on her breasts, and certainly never a woman. That wouldn't be right! 

But she had an open mind. She never judged others...

A delicious tingle began to cover her body as the image of the sexy nurse sucking on her breasts suddenly appeared in her mind. My God, where had that come from?

She couldn't remember Amaka removing her skirt, although she thought she could remember raising her ass to let her slide it away. She pushed up again when the woman's soft hands slipped under the waistband of her panties and slithered the silky garment down to her ankles. 

"I need to examine you, Kathy," she heard her say. "You're feeling incredibly relaxed now, aren't you?"

It was true. She was. There was something in the back of her mind, trying to tell her something. But it wasn't easy to remember what that was.

"Some patients find the examination enjoyable," Amaka softly continued. "So I want you to let yourself go. Do you understand? Such feelings are only natural."

Kathy looked upwards into the ceiling mirror as the soft hands cupped her breasts. The contrast in colour between the dark hands and her white skin was astonishingly attractive. Amaka had an almost feathery touch and while something didn't feel right, it was difficult to protest when the woman's touch felt as good as this. 

Her nipples had grown erect under the nurse's manipulation and the more those hands caressed her breasts the more aroused she was becoming. That wasn't right, was it? But then Amaka had told her that she would enjoy the examination, that the feelings were only natural.

She wondered if Amaka could tell how aroused she'd become? If she even had a hint of what Kathy was feeling, she'd be shocked.

AMAKA

Amaka glanced down at the heavily breathing woman. Her only disappointment was that she was so compliant. She loved the rare moments when one of her subjects found the will to fight against her. The struggle to resist always added an extra edge to her work. 

There was never any doubt about the eventual outcome, of course. Not a single woman had yet been able to withstand her ministrations. And certainly not after the combination of relaxant and aphrodisiac they'd consumed. But one day she'd test herself further. She'd seduced women in bars around the world, why not in here without the drug?

But this one wouldn't take long.

"How does that feel, Kathy?" she softly asked.

"Wonderful," the prone woman murmured.

Her eyes were closed but she was breathing more deeply.

Amaka spread her fingers across the woman's perky breasts and used just the tips of her fingers to manipulate those rock hard nipples. When Kathy's body jerked on the padded table, she smiled and squeezed each long nipple between her thumbs and forefingers. 

This time the brunette moaned out loud. 

The black nurse took a step back as she considered her next step. Her normal practice was to tease her patients for longer, to work them up into a state from which there was no turning back. But this one was already ripe for the plucking. Why not?

"Why don't you open your eyes and watch in the mirror?" she told her.

Kathy's dreamy eyes half-opened and she looked upwards. 

Amaka let her watch their reflections as she undid the remaining buttons of her white uniform and slid it from her black shoulders. It dropped to the floor at her feet. Straight or gay, she'd rarely met a woman unable to resist her voluptuous body ... and never when they had an aphrodisiac flowing through their veins.

She posed for a moment in just the half-cup bra, matching thong, stay-ups and heels. The cream coloured lingerie provided the perfect complement to her dark skin.

Kathy's gaze was all over her body and when reached behind her to unclip her bra, the woman's eyes almost popped out of her head.

"I know what you want," Amaka whispered softly.

She leant forward, allowing her full black breasts to sway across the woman's face. At first she teased her, drawing each chocolate-coloured nipple across Kathy's mouth but pulling a fraction away when the brunette tried to capture one between her pouting lips.

Only when the pleading eyes found hers did she allow her to suck one inside.

"That's it, baby," she softly encouraged, sliding her right hand down Kathy's body. 

The panting woman was so wet she was easily able to work two fingers inside her.

"That's it," she breathed. "Suck on those boobies while I take care of that need. If you're really good, I'll let you taste Amaka's black pussy before we introduce you to Dr. Bock..."

TWO DAYS LATER

Stephanie Ames bit her nails as she continually glanced out of the car window. Her girlfriend had disappeared into the Clinic some time ago and since then she'd waited nervously for her return.

Something was wrong. And she didn't intend to wait any longer.

She locked the car door behind her and made her way across to the entrance, her eyes sweeping around her for the sight of anything unusual. She couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching her but that was ridiculous. No-one knew she was there.

It was important that she didn't blow her girlfriend's cover, of course. But every one of the dozen reasons that had crossed her mind for the delay had been fading fast with each passing second. Given the nature of their investigation, waiting any longer had become a no brainer. 

The woman's unflustered reaction at reception did nothing for her sense of unease. It was almost as if she'd been expected. Despite conveying the sense of urgency to her— Angelica Moran was attending the Clinic for a consultation but she needed to speak to her without delay—the woman simply told her to take a seat until she could trace 'Miss Moran's ' whereabouts. 

Stephanie's mind wouldn't settle as she waited. She and Angelica both worked as investigative reporters on The Daily News and had been piecing together this story for a few weeks now. 

The final link had been to get inside the Clinic to corroborate their suppositions. Only then they could present their findings to Jack Beaumont, their editor. In hindsight, maybe they should have told him—told anyone—what they had planned. They were taking a risk going undercover without back-up. 

But they both knew their grizzly editor only too well. Without the inside track they wouldn't have been able to gain Beaumont's agreement to going undercover like this.

They could be way off the mark with the story, of course, but neither of them thought so. There were too many coincidences. 

And then there was Emma Parks. Sweet little Emma was a good friend of theirs—a young woman who had married her childhood sweetheart. She had been as faithful a girl as you could ever meet until her consultation at the Clinic. Since then, her personality had changed completely. She had quit her job as a teacher, her marriage was on the rocks and rumour had it she was now working as an escort. 

Little Emma—who wouldn't say boo to a goose! 

On the face of it, such a thing just didn't seem possible and yet further investigations had seen them identify two other women who seemed to be in similar situations. Not one of the three admitted to anything, of course. They wouldn't even talk to Stephanie or Angelica.

The only link the reporters had between the three women was the Clinic, and in particular the specialist consultant. But all research on the guy—James Bock—had drawn a blank. That was when they had decided they needed to experience the clinic first hand.

That plan had seems sensible at the time but now, with Angelica missing, Stephanie was having doubts.

She glanced at her watch again—she'd been waiting for over ten minutes. Enough was enough. She jumped up from her seat but just as she approached the receptionist again, a voice to her left called out her name.

AMAKA

Amaka sent the blonde reporter a wide smile as she turned towards her. 

"Stephanie Ames?" she repeated, holding the door to the consulting room open. "You're looking for Angelica? Please come this way."

She watched the woman do a double take, just as Angelica had earlier in the day. She'd checked herself in the mirror and knew how hot she looked in the white uniform. It left little to the imagination. Plus her face was flushed with sex. That always added to her attractiveness.

"Sorry, the air conditioning is playing havoc today," she added as Stephanie walked past her into the empty room. 

She picked up two glasses from the table and drained hers. Unlike the other, it contained nothing but water. Then she handed the other glass to the blonde. 

"Please, the air is dry. It's important that we keep taking fluid." 

She picked up the jug from the table as the woman hesitated. She could tell what the blonde was thinking—she wouldn't be here long enough to worry about a dry throat. She just wanted to find Angelica and get out of there before anyone was suspicious. 

"Drink up and I'll pour us another," she insisted.

As usual, it only required a gentle nudge. Stephanie finished the drink in three sips but then instantly asked.

"Where's Angelica?" 

Amaka smiled gently and then refilled both empty glasses. She placed her own on the small table beside her, out of the way.

"Please sit down and I'll explain," she patiently told her. "Please, make yourself comfortable."

She nodded to two chairs beside the padded table and the woman took the one nearest to her. She looked a little light headed—the drug was working. The need to relax would be overwhelming.

It's the air," she soothingly explained when Stephanie raised a hand to her head. "Please, finish your drink."

Her uniform rode up her thigh as she sat next to Stephanie and crossed her long chocolate legs. The blonde's eyes followed the movement all the way to the lacy tops of her nude-coloured stay-ups and then her face coloured as she realised Amaka was closely watching her.

She sipped at her drink—once, twice—and then she had drained the glass again. 

The nurse smiled. This was going to be even easier than she had anticipated. The woman wouldn't be able to resist with one dose inside her, but with two it was a formality. There wasn't any need to gradually lead her into this, she could have fun with it...

Angelica had been attractive, with that dark wavy hair and deep brown eyes, but this woman was something else. Amaka had a preference for blondes, especially natural blondes with blue eyes. And this one clearly spent hours at the gym. She had a body like a tigress.

"My name is Amaka," she said, the words temporarily drawing those cloudy eyes away from her body and back to her face. "Yours is Stephanie Ames and your girlfriend is Angelica Moran. You both work for The Daily News. Investigative reporters, as I understand it."

Stephanie stared at her for a moment. It was difficult for her to think straight, Amaka knew that, and she paused for a good thirty seconds while her words filtered home. 

"No," the blonde eventually said, without any conviction. "We—"

"There's no point in denying it," Amaka interrupted. "We research our potential patients thoroughly and knew who Angelica was before she arrived. But you, well, you're a lovely bonus. Your girlfriend has told us all about you." 

Stephanie looked at her aghast and then shook her head as if that would help her make sense of all this. 

"Let me see if I can help you," Amaka continued. "Angelica was very obliging when I asked her to explain. Mind you, by then she was like a bitch in heat. That girl practically screams out her orgasms, doesn't she? Very sexy."

She crossed her legs again and the woman's gaze couldn't help but take in the sliver of black skin that appeared above the lacy tops of her stockings. Her blue eyes were wide at Amaka's words, disbelieving, but at the same time she was trying to control the sexual heat running through her body."

"Have I said anything that's untrue?" the nurse gloated. "She's a hot bitch, that girlfriend of yours. Let me see, she said that you're both reporters investigating the clinic and guess what ... no-one at your paper knows that you're here. How convenient. She posed as a patient and wanted to understand all about our procedures."

She leaned forward and took Stephanie's hand as the woman's gaze dipped into her heavy cleavage.

"So I showed her," she softly continued, reassuringly squeezing the blonde's fingers. "She's a very sexual person, wouldn't you say? And you don't need to take my word for it, baby, I'm going to show you what happened? We always tape our consultations. They come in useful in the unlikely event we meet any resistance later."

She grinned as she eased herself up from her seat. 

The video screen on the wall next to the padded table sprang to life when she touched a button beside it.

"I first put the patient at ease," she explained, turning to face Stephanie. 

She crossed her arms under her pendulous breasts as she continued.

"The music helps and so does the drink we feed them. It's both a relaxant and an aphrodisiac. How are you feeling now? Is the little white girl hot to trot, like your girlfriend? You've had a double dose, baby. Why don't you watch? I think you need to see this..."

STEPHANIE

Stephanie was trying to take in everything that Amaka had told her but in her dream-like state it was all too difficult to comprehend.

She should be horrified—she was horrified—but her whole body was burning with arousal. Could it be true, had the nurse fed her an aphrodisiac? Why else would she be feeling like this? 

Was that what she'd done to Angelica, too? 

Her girlfriend was on the screen, lying on the padded table. The shock that ran through her when she realised that Angelica was naked was matched by the sight of Amaka's body in just her lingerie. She was magnificent—a sexual black Goddess.

And she was seducing her girlfriend.

"Don't be shy, baby. You wanted to know what happens in here and Amaka is showing you. How else are you gonna write your story, huh? Now why don't you relax and let Amaka take care of you, make you feel better. You'd like that baby, yes? I know you would..."

A confused frown was spreading across Angelica's brow as she lifted her head up. It was a look Stephanie knew well. Her girlfriend was trying to puzzle something out and invariably stood her ground until she had.

"I need to think..." she breathed. 

"No you don't, baby..." Amaka softly murmured, running a reassuring hand across the reporter's cheek. "Think of why you're here. You want to know the truth, don't you? And you badly need to feel good, don't you, baby? Let's relax you..."

Amaka triumphantly smiled at the camera as she spoke and then she picked up a bottle and poured some oil onto Angelica's body. When her hands caressed the liquid into the brunette's flesh, Stephanie could see the way her girlfriend slightly shifted her body on the padded table. She could hear that barely perceptible purr she knew so well. 

"How does that feel, baby?" the nurse asked, reaching for more oil.

"Wonderful," her entranced girlfriend murmured.

Her eyes were closed and she was breathing more deeply. 

Stephanie wanted to do or say something, but she could only watch helplessly as Amaka poured more oil onto her palms and then reached for Angelica's perky breasts. Normally, her girlfriend would have resisted with all her might ... but not this time.

"Just relax," the nurse persuasively murmured. 

She spread her fingers across Angelica's breasts, making sure she brushed against the rock hard nipples. Stephanie knew exactly how much her girlfriend loved having her breasts pleasured and the way she sighed and then squirmed on the table sent the same message to Amaka. The nurse smoothed her fingers over Angelica's breasts again and again, flicking across her erect nipples. 




The Clinic



Angelica let out a groan. 

She sent her fingers up into the woman's armpits, leaning further forward so that Angelica could feel her soft breath on her cheek. Then she returned to the ripe, oil covered breasts, taking each hard nipple between her thumb and forefinger and squeezed.

This time Angelica's body jumped and she let out a soft wail.

When Amaka sent another grin towards the camera and slid one hand down her girlfriend's body, Stephanie knew exactly what was coming next. The fingers were tracing lazy patterns across Angelica skin and she blinked twice, wanting to look away and yet hypnotised by the action on the screen. Her own heart was pounding and Angelica's whole body was rocking with anticipation. 

When Amaka leaned in, shooting her fingertips to the very edge of her girlfriend's labia, Angelica raised her buttocks even higher. There was no mistaking how she was feeling—her entire body was alive with desire, with her need for relief. The whiteness of her clenched knuckles, her half opened mouth, clouded brown eyes and trembling thighs were all signs that Stephanie had seen many times before.

Amaka took advantage, leaning her head towards Angelica but stopping just short of a kiss. But the action was obvious enough. She was offering her lips. 

NO, the silent voice inside Stephanie's head screamed...

But her girlfriend was reacting, unable to help herself. She reached up to bury one hand in Amaka's hair and she dragged the nurse's mouth to hers in a passionate, urgent kiss.

NO, the voice screamed again, but it was too late.

Amaka had slipped two fingers inside her highly aroused girlfriend like a knife slicing through melting butter. 

Angelica came instantly. Her pent up sexual need was released as if someone had turned on a tap. She mercilessly crushed Amaka's curling fingers between her thighs and she squeezed them, rocked on them and fucked them until her juices sexily spurted across the black digits. 

Only when Amaka had extracted every last drop of pleasure from the prone woman did she pull her fingers away.

AMAKA

Amaka had stood directly behind Stephanie throughout the replay on the screen. The blonde had been so mesmerised by the action that she had hardly known she was there. Both hands on her slim shoulders, she had begun to softly dig them into the reporter's tense muscles through her black blouse. 

"Come on, baby," she whispered into the blonde's right ear.

She helped Stephanie stand up and positioned her on the padded table, pushing her gently so that she lay on her back. She was confused, shocked, and was undoubtedly extremely aroused.

"You need to rest now, baby, yes?"

Stephanie's puzzled face turned towards hers. The look on her face was like a child struggling to find her way forward.

"I ... can't think straight," she said. Her voice was a strained whisper.

"There's no need to think," the nurse soothingly reassured her. "Just rest, baby, and let Amaka do the work."

Her movements were cat-like as she clambered onto the padded table beside Stephanie. She dragged the woman's skirt up to her waist in a single fluid motion and gently inserted her right leg between the blonde woman's thighs. 

When she pressed down on Stephanie's mound and began to rock rhythmically against her, the reporter began to moan. Amaka smiled and moved with a soft, teasing, motion—enough to be felt but sufficiently soft for the woman to want more.

"Your girlfriend is hot," she whispered into the blonde's ear. "She wanted it real bad, just like you..."

All the while she kept rocking her thigh against Stephanie, content that her victim's hips now seemed to be keeping time with her. Gradually, the resistance was leaving her. It was always the same.

Stephanie moaned again. The heat and her moistness as Amaka rotated her pussy against her was irresistible.

The black nurse started to move her hips faster now, allowing her body to glide back and forth on Stephanie's thong covered pussy. Her sole purpose was to arouse the blonde further.

"Come on, baby..." she murmured.

Stephanie had to strain to hear the whispered entreaties.

"Angelica craved this black pussy. Show me how much you want it, too..."

As she expected, Stephanie responded instantly. Whatever her mind might be telling her, the needs of her body would override any other thoughts. The drug would see to that. She reached up to curl a hand around the Amaka's ass, holding her tighter to her as she began to thrust back with increasing intensity. 

"That's it, baby," the nurse approvingly gasped. "Just like that..."

Stephanie shifted impatiently as she tried to get her clit to rub just the right way. There wasn't any doubt she was fully into this now. A guttural groan came from deep within her as she found the right movement and rhythm. 

"Faster, baby," Amaka encouraged. 

The fevered way the blonde was responding was getting to her, too. She could feel the friction of the heated white pussy on hers ... the heat, the sucking wetness, the constant orgasm-inducing sensation. She stared into Stephanie's half closed eyes, loving the way she was becoming lost in her urgent cunt-on-cunt desire to cum.

Her hips were gyrating faster as she danced to Amaka's tune. The black nurse humped faster, giving her no respite. When Stephanie's thighs began to shake, she grabbed a handful of blonde hair and yanked her head back, eager to trigger every nerve she could.

"Cum, baby, cum..."

As the orgasm overwhelmed her, Stephanie's groans increased in pitch until they were almost unrecognisable—a wild, almost shrieking sound like an animal in the wild. Her body quivered and vibrated as she collapsed back on the padded table. 

Amaka's heated gaze shifted directly to the camera as she twisted her body and straddled the blonde. When she began to settle her black mound over Stephanie's half open mouth, she blew a kiss at the screen.

"That lil girlfriend of yours is the best pussylicker I've had in a long, long time," she triumphantly told her, peeling her dark labial lips apart. "Why don't you show me just how much better you are?"

THE END

Copyright 2012 by deliciousthoughts



The Clinic



This story depicts sexual acts between consenting adults. If depiction of such acts is illegal where you have chosen to access them or if you are underage or if such acts offend you personally, exercise personal responsibility and do not read any further. If not, please enjoy! 

*

The plush car sent to collect you from the airport sweeps up to the front of the clinic. The building appeals to you, a beautifully constructed modern art deco interpretation of chrome, glass and polished concrete. The car stops and the chauffeur, dressed immaculately in an expensive suit opens the rear door for you. He collects your hand luggage and gestures up the wide steps towards the entrance.

The lobby is more like an hotel than a clinic, a high ceiling overlooked by a mezzanine floor with glass barriers. Set in the middle of the lobby is a single desk, behind which sits a beautiful young woman in a rather traditional, almost retro style nurses uniform. "Good afternoon." She says, her English excellent but accented and betraying a hint of something Germanic, Danish maybe? Swedish perhaps?

"How may I help you?" Her voice as sweet as honey, her lips red like ripening cherries.

You hand her the white A4 envelope which contains the paperwork you have been instructed to bring with you.

"Ah yes." She says, "Please would you confirm your name." She is business like, clinical even but not unfriendly; she has an aura of unforced charm.

"Ms Miller." You say, trying hard not to be too obvious that you are checking out her nipples, erect under her starched white uniform.

"Of course," She beams up at you. "Welcome." Standing up, you see her figure in the tight white uniform. A tiny waste that you could almost fit in two hands, toned and firm, she is shorter than you giving you quite a view down her beautifully sculpted cleavage. They can't be real you think to yourself but notice that while beautifully shaped her breasts are not actually that big. "Come with me please." She says warmly turning toward a set of steps. They must be real you think as she walks past, her breasts gently and more importantly, naturally, swaying. You follow her up the stairs transfixed by her pert bum, confirmation that she is beautifully proportioned and clearly athletic, probably from yoga and palliates. With an arse like that her chest must be real. You blush slightly as you reach the top of the stairs realising that you have been watching that beautiful arse sway all the way up the steps in front of you.

She proceeds along a corridor a short while, stopping outside what appears to be an office marked Dr Luff. She presses a buzzer and says something into it that you don't quite catch. Definitely Scandinavian, but given that part of the price of the procedure included a private flight you still don't really know where you are.

The door opens on an electric servo, very James bond you think to yourself with a smile. "The Doktor will see you for your initial consultation now. After that I will help make preparations before the Doktor conducts the procedure itself." She says in heavily accented English.

As you go in she whispers "He is very nice!" like a school girl sharing a secret in class.

Again you find yourself in an impressive space, a smart well-ordered office, granite floors and a fixed granite desk behind which sits a broad blonde man looking over some notes. He looks up, wow! Amazing blue eyes, brood muscular shoulders almost foppish dark blonde hair. He removes his spectacles, which you think he probably wears for effect as this beautiful man is clearly very healthy and virile. That is probably half the point you smile inwardly.

He smiles at you. "Ms Miller." It is part question part statement. His voice is deep but soft, kind but commanding in an understated way. "I had expected someone a little older. Would you confirm you date of birth please?"

You do.

"Well, you have certainly lived healthily Ms Miller, you could be Scandinavian."

"Thank you Doctor Luff." You say, secretly pleased and put at easy by his good mannered flirtation. 

"We pronounce it Loerf." His impeccable English is in stark contrast to his foreign pronunciation of the word. "But where are my manners? Please, take a seat."

You sit in the oversize black leather chair to one side of his desk, almost feeling like you are in the head masters office.

"I like to see all prospective patients in person in a non-clinical environment to explain the procedure in detail before meeting them in theatre. Nurse Eaves will be along shortly to take the samples, have you got them with you?" You indicate a jiffy bag containing the test samples you were asked to provide in the literature. "Excellent" he smiles, there isn't a hint of patronisation "it is very," he pauses for though "frustrating," he emphasises the word "for everyone involved if a client forgets their samples."

"How did you find out about our services?" He asks.

"I overheard one of your clients talking about it." You lie.

"Who was the client?" He asks as if making polite conversation.

"I don't know, I heard her on the tube." Another lie. A friend had let slip that she had been to the clinic and that as well as getting the donation she wanted; the experience was pleasurable beyond compare. She also mentioned that it was strictly word of mouth and very, very exclusive. She made you promise never to reveal where you had found out.

"Such a shame," The doctor sighed "that some clients are so indiscrete about our exclusive service. But then, we might not have had the pleasure of having you as our client!" His mood appears to have genuinely lifted at the thought and he looks earnestly at you.

"Nurse Eaves will take you to get ready and to perform some tests. Some may seem a little unusual but they are essential to our methodology here. As you know we guarantee 100% success on the procedure but that requires our client's absolute co-operation and trust." 

Looking at him, you can't imagine anything that this heart achingly attractive man would ask that you wouldn't do willingly. You blush a little and hope he hasn't noticed and wiggle ever so slightly in your seat. Then there is a full on blush as you realise that between the beautiful Doctor and the stunning nurse you have wet knickers.

"The guarantee is predicated on my research into female pleasure. It is therefore essential that you answer questions honestly, we have seen it all here and no one is judging." He flashes his kindly smile again.

"To ensure this we do use some methods designed to remove any embarrassment. As I said, pleasure is the key to success. Do you have any questions?"

"I don't think so Doctor Lurvf." You say trying to mimic his accent. His amused smile is not at your expense but at your attempt at the word.

"Good," he presses the buzzer on his desk "Nurse Eaves, the patient is ready for preparation." He releases the buzzer. "I will see you shortly Ms Miller, please remember to enjoy yourself."

You follow Nurse Eaves out of the office, down the corridor and into a surgical room. "Please remove your cloths." 

You look for a cubicle or screen but there doesn't appear to be one. 

"You may place your clothes on this table and put on this gown please."

So you strip naked as the nurse takes out a number of instruments, tubes, gloves and other medical paraphernalia placing them on a surgical tray next to the examination bed. The bed itself is familiar; stirrups for smear testing make its purpose only too clear. But there are also two large flat screen TVs one above and one below and the chair itself seems sort of reversible. In any event, she pays you no notice as she continues her preparations.

You've put the gown on by the time she turns to you and invites you to sit on the bed. She has a low stool at the end where your legs are going to be spread.

"I will now perform a physical examination. You may find it pleasurable." She comes over and reaches into your gown, her gloved hands brushing your erect nipples as she attaches electrodes to your skin. 

"Please lie back. On the monitor above a number of sexual activities, preferences, scenarios and so on will be displayed. The heart monitor will work in conjunction with a retinal scan and other devices built into the examination couch to detect physiological changes. This is so that clients can be stimulated in the way that suits them best even if they are embarrassed to tell us." She pulls her surgical mask up and moves to her seat.

"Open your thighs for me please, that's it" she coos.

"Your responses will be recorded so that we can use them in the procedure proper."

The screen starts up, words appear every few seconds: Men, women, lesbians (your feel your heart skip a beat at that one) threesomes, group sex, Anal, the list continues. You are fascinated and a little nervous that the Doctor and Nurse will find out some of your most intimate fantasies, but stop worrying when you feel cold lubricant and a gloved hand upon your rapidly moistening pussy.

Her examination begins in a very clinical manner. "I'm just going to open you up" she says "you are very nicely shaven down here but we may need to give you a bit of a tidy up." You know that isn't true and then you realise that she is getting the feedback from the suggestions on the monitor as you speak. She spreads your now throbbing labia with both hands and slides an exploratory figure into your wet cunt. She feels around pausing briefly on your g-spot but feeling the walls of your rapidly dilating vagina before placing a second finger form her other hand two more join and open you up despite your involuntary clenches.

"Oh yes, I think that the procedure will be very straight forward" She says, her voice not muffled but her mask now. She must have pushed it down on her shoulder you think and then shiver in pleasure.

"Oh this is very good." She says, while you blush about which of the words that has just been shown to you she is commenting on. Then an odd sensation, oh my! She still has fingers from both hands in you stretching your pussy wide open for her inspection but something hot and wet and soft is tracing up and down your pussy. You try to look but the screen is in the way. You start to gasp the sexual thrill of it all getting too much when the sensation ceases. You feel some of the finger from one hand leave a void at which your taught pussy muscles, so close to contracting in orgasm gape at.

You hear her taking some implements off the surgical tray by her side. Next a cold lather on your pubic hair, lips and spread arse. You gasp as the first stroke of the razor pulls across your mons and down one lip level with your clit. Oh god! You are being shaved by a woman. 

She continues to scrape the razor around your most intimate area, the feeling is divine. She still has several fingers inside you and splays them to open you up as much as she can. Her thumb rests on your clit and slowly starts to circle it as she draws the razor back and forth. Soon you can feel drips trickling down your taught arsehole and wonder if it is from the shaving or from your gushing pussy. She is masturbating you hard now, the scrape of the razor adding to the feeling of vulnerability and tingling sensation as your orgasm grows. Suddenly the monitor in front of you changes to a video, a close up of a woman's spread pussy being shaved. You just have time to realise that it is a close up of your own spread sex as the Nurse leans in, mouth open to catch the first jet or your squirting cum in her cherry lipped mouth before your orgasm over powers you and overpowers her strong fingers clamping down on most of her hand.

You open your eyes; the nurse is gently cradling your head. You nuzzle in and then start suddenly as you realise that your face is against her naked breast. Your cheek is wet but she strokes your hair gently and makes soothing noises. 

"It's ok" she says. "Relax. You've just come really hard, you were sucking my nipple a moment ago; go on, it might help."

You look at the hard bullet of her cherry red nipple, engorged and phallic. You recognise the smell from the time you had a lap dance and you want to lean forward and taste. She guides you to it; it tasks at once musky and sweet and smells amazing; expensive perfume and a powerful sexuality. You both moan as you roll it around in your mouth and nibble gently with your teeth. Her breasts heave as she breathes hard. 

"I see you are nursing the patient Nurse Eaves." It is Doctor Leaf carrying a clip board, surgical gown and gloves. "Donor 23 Ms Miller, that is correct isn't it."

You simple nod and moan "mm hum" through her delicious soft warm breasts.

"An excellent choice." He is business like now. "As you know" he continues, putting his gown on over his suit "all our donors are screened to the highest standards. We do not freeze samples to ensure that they are fresh. Nurse, if you would please."

She stands, still wearing a short skirt but is naked from the waste up. She encourages you to lie on your front and then operates a control on a the bed moving you into a kneeling position, legs and arse spread, chest resting on the couch your head at the level of her delicious tits. She presses another button and two sections of the bed move allowing her access to lazily play with your nipples. Finally she moves the screen to where you can see it properly. The picture is of your pussy, plump, red, shaven and positioned to be penetrated. The Doctor places a medical device on your clitoris and turns it on. He adjusts the speed on the vibrator until he is content that you are squirming sufficiently. Next you gasp as he produces a large old fashioned metal syringe. Via the lower screen you watch him lubricate it and place it against your pussy lips. It isn't that cold and your eager, hungry cunt yields willingly as he slides it into you. You then feel a tingling as the contents of the syringe is emptied against your cervix.

"This is a stimulant to make the sperm swim better." He says. "It also stimulates the nerve endings inside the vagina. I'm sure that this will give you the most intense orgasm ever and assist in ensuring success."

The warm liquid floods your pussy and you watch as the syringe is withdrawn. It might be some sort of gel because despite feeling more turned on than you can ever remember there is only a small droplet that trickles out of your sodden hole.

"Nurse." He says, and she steps towards you, tweaking your nipples almost painfully hard as she thrusts her heaving cleavage into your face. You tongue, slurp and kiss at her nipples.

"I think that it is warm enough now" The doctor says and you feel a heat against your aching pussy lips. His gloved hand holds you open, the clitoral vibrator speed increases and you feel it being inserted into you. So thick that you have to concentrate on your breathing, it is firm but not hard like metal or glass. He starts to rock it in and out three or four times before you can feel a set of swollen full balls resting just being your buzzing clit! Donor 23 is clearly a tall hansom doctor. He starts to thrust his cock in and out of you and then there is a sound, another instrument being taken off the table. You managed to cry out through the Nurses cleavage, "Yes Doctor, fuck me!" as you reach down to stroke her pussy. Your hand finds her cunt knickerless, hot and coated in slick, sticky girl cum. You bring your fingers to your mouth smell her sex and taste the sweet natural lubricant. "I want to lick you." You gasp breathlessly "Please" your voice is urgent and pleading.

She moves away slightly standing up straight. Your tongue drives in mercilessly into her as she holds herself open for the welcome invasion of your mouth. She takes a chair to try to rise up to give you a better angle but as she does so you see the flat screen. His beautiful cock is in you, spreading the pink folds of your pussy wide. But even more exciting is the metal item in his hand. It could be surgical or just a normal butt plug but you watch panting as he rubs lubricant into it and then into the rosebud of your bum. 

"Wait!" Not to him but to her, "I want to watch."

She stays where you can see and plays with your nipples as he presses it against your little sphincter. You clench and relax, breathing out and trying to ease it inside you. He keeps up the pressure and you feel it pressing his cock against your G spot. "Oh god oh god oh yes!" You moan as it presses home and you suck it into the most comfortable position. "Now, please!" you cry as he resumes his fucking and she presents her succulent pussy to your mouth. It feels like he is fucking you with two cocks as he presses the butt plug home, the clit vibrator on maximum and your mouth pressed up against a beautiful woman's gushing cunt.

For a moment you all tense. The only noise is the buzzing of the vibe. You can't hear his grunting or her yelping, only the vibrator and your whole body tenses in pleasure.

Her orgasm breaks first, she squirts sweet girl cum, jet after jet onto your tongue and down your throat. At that moment you feel his cock tense, he presses right against the clit vibrator and his hot sticky seed floods into you, hitting your cervix so as to make you gulp and trigger your own huge orgasm.

The panting dies down. His cock is not quite as comfortable in your contracting pussy. Her cum is starting to dry, making a sticky mess on your chin and on your cheeks. She moves away first allowing you to watch as he pulls his slowly softening cock from your dilated pussy. You can see deep into your own genitals and see the flood of white cum coating your insides.

"Finish up and clean up please Nurse Eaves." Abruptly he is gone.

You lie there, utterly, well... fucked. You feel his semen inside you. The nurse starts to wipe around your pussy. Then, to your immense surprise, you feel yourself being invaded again. You look at the monitor to see that she is inserting a metal speculum. It is cold but not uncomfortable after all you have been stretched wide open this evening. She reaches into you and begins to stroke the cum to the edge of your pussy with a gloved finger. The gentle stroking plays mostly across your G-spot and you feel drugged with a pleasurable orgasmic after glow. She scrapes the semen down so that it drips off your clitoris and, after removing the vibrator, she collects it in a plastic medical sample jar. There is loads and you watch wide eyed as she then takes yes anther syringe and draws up the cum. The syringe is inserted back into your vagina but she doesn't squirt it in just yet. Instead she starts to lick your pussy lips clean, and then, holding it open with her free hand, tonguing your clit. She starts tapping on the butt plug as she does, trying to get a further orgasm from you. The combination of the beautiful woman lapping at your clit, the thick syringe to clench against the rhythmic pressure she puts on the plug and all that you have been subjected to tonight make for one last delicious sleepy orgasm as she squirts the contents of the syringe into you womb.

The following morning you wake up slowly to beautiful expensive sheets in lovely art deco style room. You have breakfast in bed via room service and then luxuriate in the huge shower before dressing. You make your way down past the reception in the fabulous lobby, knowing now why the clinic looks rather like a hotel. Nurse Eaves is at her station in reception and smiles brightly at you. "Good morning Ms Miller." She smiles at you, casting a graceful wave of greeting. The Chauffeur is there to take your bag. You stand on the steps soaking up the glorious sunshine. The main doors behind you open and you turn around to see Doctor Loerf. "Ms Miller," he says warmly "It was a genuine pleasure to have you in my clinic."




The Clinic



"No Doctor, I assure you the pleasure was mine." You smile back at him.

"Please remember, if the procedure is not a success your guarantee entitles you to a return visit free of charge." He offers his hand. You take it although he holds it affectionately rather than shaking it as you had expected.

"Good bye Ms Miller."

"I prefer au revoir." You say flirtatiously before turning to go down the few steps to the car. You feel cum trickle down your leg as you walk.

You smile all the way to the airport thinking of your cousin. Your young, fertile, ovulating cousin. She was so co-operative when you asked her for some urine samples "to make sure work found nothing wrong with you." Your cousin who, unlike you, hasn't been on the pill for the past 3 years. "Guaranteed or the next one free!" you say through your smile...



The Clinic



"Make a fist for me please."

I watched as the wide rubber band forced my veins to swell. Her fingers danced along my arm, tap-tap-tapping, looking for the best site to stab me.

-:-

Apparently my company saw great opportunity for growth in the towns and villages scattered across the landscape so I'd recently been moved out into the middle of nowhere. I was pretty much settled in and that day I found myself in a small clinic - the smallest I'd ever seen, actually - tacked onto the end of the local medical centre. After ten years in a big city it was going to take some time to adjust to the scale of everything here.

Anyway, my new doctor had suggested a full blood work-up to get a better idea of my current health status so here I was in a tiny two-room office, apparently run by just this one clinician. We were seated facing each other as usual, my arm stretched out on the chair like a sacrifice, waiting for that fatal blow. I'd always hated needles, right from my earliest memories. Today was no different. At least she was attractive. It would help distract me from the sharp steel she was about to plunge into me.

I studied her face as she bent over my arm. She was pretty, in a girl-next-door sort of way, with a faint constellation of freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail. I tried to guess if it was her natural colour. If not, there was a damned good stylist in this town.

She held her finger on the chosen site and reached over for the needle. As she did, her breast pushed against my knuckles. The typical clinician's white smock she wore was unbuttoned and revealed a tight, rib-knit sweater underneath. I felt a slight rippling effect as the ridges slid across my skin.

I cleared my throat and sat up straight, hoping she knew this had been purely accidental and not an attempt to graze her tit like some lecherous old man. She didn't say a word, didn't look at me. It seemed as if she hadn't even felt it.

She sat back up, faced me again and leaned in as she slid the needle under my skin and attached the first vial. It happened again. This time there was nowhere to go. My arm was pinned to the chair; she held it in place as she watched the little tube fill with my blood. Her breast was pressed against my hand, so much so that I could feel the weight of it. I looked down, fascinated to see that her "headlights" were on high-beam, forming very obvious bumps under her sweater. I cleared my throat again and squirmed slightly in my chair. She gave no indication that there was anything out of the ordinary happening here.

The last thing I wanted was to be accused of groping a young woman alone in a lab but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I tried to relax as I watched her pop a succession of tubes onto the needle, each time coming back to lean against my hand.

"You can open your fist now."

I relaxed my fingers as best I could without pressing them against her breast. I was able to open my hand the next time she pulled away for yet another vial (Good God, how many did she need?). When she turned to me again, I swear she lifted off her chair so she could bring her breast down onto my open palm. Now there was no question of what was going on here.

The full weight of her breast was in my cupped hand. In a sort of detached way, I watched my thumb begin to stroke her erect nipple. I looked directly at her. She was still concentrating on my arm. She said nothing. I squeezed her breast. Still nothing. She withdrew the needle and pressed a tuft of cotton over the site but she didn't pull away. I held my hand firmly against her and massaged her breast. She kept looking at my arm, silent, motionless. Her cheeks were flushed. Then she leaned in, pushing against my hand.

And then came the totally-unexpected. She reached down and pulled her sweater up over her breasts. Her hardened nipples were clearly visible through the thin, stretchy fabric of her bra. Not once did she look up at me. Now my hand was under her brassiere, feeling her warm skin, the soft, heavy weight of her breast, the texture of her nipple.

I stared at her. Her eyes were closed, her breathing more pronounced. Her cheeks glowed red.

An electric shock hit me when I felt her fingers close around my now-rigid cock. I gave an involuntary grunt as she began to stroke it through my trousers. I shifted slightly - both to give her greater access and also to show her I was quite willing to accept what was happening right now in this small room. She looked down at my crotch and opened the zipper. She slid her hand inside and drew my fully erect cock out into the open. Beads of clear fluid were forming on the tip. She smeared them down my shaft, lubricating it as her hand slid up and down.

She was shaking slightly now, her hands quivering as I lifted her bra up over her breasts. They dropped heavily when they slipped out from under the band. I took hold again, my fingers exploring her smooth skin. She kept up a strong, steady stroke on my cock. I was surprised by how quickly I was going to cum. I groaned and reached down to take hold of both breasts, lifting and squeezing them tightly.

Suddenly she slid her chair back and bent down to take my throbbing cock into her mouth. I watched, fascinated, as her head bobbed rapidly up and down. She paused, took a deep breath and then pushed down until I felt her face press against me, my cock wedged in her throat. She sat there for what must have been at least half a minute, twisting slightly, forcing me even deeper. I'd never experienced anything like it before. My cock began to jerk and throb harder. I was going to cum any moment now.

Finally she pulled back and gasped for air. Her entire body was shaking now. She moaned, then plunged down onto me again and sucked hard, her lips sealed tightly around my shaft. I grunted, lifted my hips and held my hand on the back of her head as I came. I shot streams of cum into her mouth, on and on - an incredibly intense, prolonged orgasm.

She dug her fingers into my thigh and groaned, my cock still inside. A tremendous shudder wracked her body. Then another. And again. She kept sucking me even as her own orgasm took hold. With a loud cry she arched back against her chair. A strand of my cum stretched and broke between us. She buried her fingers deeply into her crotch and stroked herself rapidly as she swallowed and gasped, her body rigid. I watched a stream of my cum slide down her cheek, down her neck. Her eyes were locked on the ceiling while this fierce storm possessed her.

Then, as quietly as it started, it was over. Her breasts hung heavily from under her sweater. That thick line of my cum clung to her face while she pressed a bandage over the needle's mark. Wordlessly she got up, pulled her smock around herself and left the room, her chin cupped in her hand. I heard a door open and close in the distance, then silence. I pulled myself together, stood and rolled my sleeve down. There was still no sound, no sign of her. Nothing. I waited, perhaps for three or four minutes, unsure of what to do.

Then, with a shake of my head, I left.



The Clinic



Strangers sit in the sterile waiting room. She pretends to read some gossip rag, idly flipping pages. He pretends to clean his fingernails, scraping at his hands. They each find the other attractive but are too buried in shame and fear to savor the brief shared glances. 

For two weeks they have been waiting. Consumed by the terror of what the answer might be. Her nervousness is cloaked in betrayal. His nervousness is shadowed in minor pride. Both are overwhelmed by so much anxiety, that they can think of little else. 

Their names are called almost simultaneously. He is taken to Room B, her Room D. "Negative, 100% negative. You are clear of all sexually transmitted diseases." The result is the same for both of them. It feels as if their lungs are just taking their first breaths. 

Walking out of the office, he notices her step is much lighter. "Good news I presume?" 

A bashful, "Yes," she replies. 

"Me too. Such a relief." 

"Yeah, I know. I don't think I've slept more than two hours since they tested me. You would think these days they could give you results immediately. They do it on TV all the time." 

"I know, right? It's as if they want our sins to weigh on us while we wait, so that we are more careful next time." 

"Uh... yeah," she mutters with sadness. 

"At least it's over. I feel like I should be celebrating." 

"It does sort of feel like I've just won something." 

"I think I need a drink. First round on me. You in? There's a cheap bar two blocks down." 

Her mind immediately begins working on the list of excuses usually prepared for this kind of situation, but she can't think of any of them. She does want a drink. She wants two drinks. Right now. "Fuck it, let's go." 

She is surprised by her own language, and even more surprised she is accepting a drink offer from a complete stranger. It shakes up dormant energy she hasn't felt in months. It's just a drink, anyway. Innocent. She speeds up their walk to the bar. 

By the third or fourth drink, all the tension of the day has been put to bed. "So, so...I gotta ask you. Why were you getting tested? You seem like a fit, healthy young man," she asks as she eyes his strong arms and powerful chest. 

"Crazy couple of weeks abroad. Kind of lost myself for a bit there. What about you? You don't seem like the type who would be careless." 

"I'm not careless. In fact, I've never even had sex without a condom," prissying up her posture as she protests. "My fucking boyfriend. EX-boyfriend." Again, she is stunned by her own use of profanity. "We always used condoms AND birth control, but I found out he had been cheating on me. And since I sucked his tiny little dick, I figured I should get checked." 

She never talks like this. Not even with close friends, not even when she is much drunker. Right now, she just doesn't care about censoring anything. She wants the raw emotion out, unconfined. 

"Well, here's to being free of that asshole. AND to being free of all known sexually transmitted diseases," as they take down another shot. He is starting to feel the level of drunkenness that usually results in him hitting on a vulnerable girl, but thinking about doing that to her makes him feel guilty. He decides he should leave. 

"Hey, I'm gonna head out. I'm pretty drunk and I should probably get home." 

"Oh. Uh... You sure? Maybe just another drink?" 

"Yeah, no. I don't think that's a good idea. There's a lot of cops around here and I really shouldn't be driving." 

"Well my house is just around the corner." It is out of her mouth before she even realizes it. First drinks with a stranger, then an invitation into her home? 

"I...OK, why not?" He still feels like he was taking advantage of the situation, but he doesn't want to reject her. Or at least this is how he justifies going for just one drink. He is only a man after all. Who is he to deny her hospitality? 

Handing him a drink on the couch, "Here's to us. To both being completely clean." 

With a chuckle, "Yeah, we could fuck like rabbits, without any health consequences. You did say you were on the pill, right?" He says this jokingly, but as soon as they both hear it out loud, the truth of the statement can not be ignored. 

"Yeah, we could, I mean, I could come over and suck your dick right now, and wouldn't have to worry about anything in the entire world." Who was saying these words? She would never had said anything like this. Not even to her boyfriend- EX-boyfriend. 

He stares at her, "Yeah, we can do anything right now," and with a fuck-it mentality, he begins to unbuckle his belt. He isn't fast enough though. She needs it right away. For the fist time, she feels free, reckless. She is no longer trapped in some bubble of insecurity disguised as safety. Anything is possible. She dives between his legs, unbuttons his jeans, and fiercely unzips his fly. 

She wraps her mouth around the head of his cock without delay and she begins slobbering and sucking in a frenzy. She takes him into her throat deeper than she has ever taken a man, swallowing his whole member with abandon. He grows more excited and she tastes the sweetness of his precum drizzle from him and grabs his shaft. She squeezes it tight and strokes, milking it for every drop, letting the stranger's juices drip into her belly. 

"I need you to fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuck it raw!" She has never even used what she calls 'the c-word' before, but is now screaming it at a stranger. She can do whatever she wants. She doesn't need to be safe with her body, or with her words. 

"Take your shirt and jeans off for me and I will." She does as told. She rips at her sweater, losing a button as she tears at it. She slides her pants down, pausing when her hand reaches her crotch. She gives herself a firm rub as she pushes the jeans off. But as she reaches around to remove her bra, he stops her. 

He places his hand at the base of her spine. His hand is large enough that it covers the entire width of her lower back. He pulls her in and kisses her deeply, mangled tongues of a car wreck, driving too fast and too recklessly. His hand then slides up the groove of her back, and with a simple flick, unhinges her bra, dropping it to the floor. 

He brakes the kiss, and begins letting his tongue crawl its way down the front of her body. Stopping to suckle on her breasts, stopping for butterfly kisses on her stomach. His mouth is then at the top of her panties. He takes the waistband of them in his teeth and presses his chin into her mound. 

He rubs his chin against her till he feels her wetness coming though the flower-covered, cotton briefs. Clenching in his teeth, he pulls them down. He slows for a moment to inhale her scent as his face crosses her pussy, but spends little time bringing the panties past her legs. 

He pushes her down on to the couch, looks in her eyes and enters. This is the first time she has ever taken a condomless cock. This is the first time she has ever felt skin that soft inside her. It is an iron rod clad in velvet between her legs. Her juices slide freely over him, his dick races, streamlined, unencumbered, in and out of her. 

She takes a deep breath and feels the oxygen go through her, in from her mouth, down her throat, deep within her lungs and carried out by blood to every corner of her body. His heat radiates inside her. She can sense his every vein, his every pore. His energy is connected to hers, his electrons are close enough to orbit between and around hers. They are cosmically close, melded. Where one person stops and the other starts is obliterated. She feels not just a dick in her. She feels his dick in her. She feels him, his being, in her. 

She comes, shivering through him, sending her pleasure all around him, blanketing him in her orgasm. It renews his vigor and he begins fucking her deeper and more forcefully. She writhes beneath him, sweat covering them both in a full lather. He pounds, the head of his cock reaching the depths of her. He spins her around on top of him. She straddles and takes him in even deeper. She has never felt so filled before. 

They are free to do whatever they want. A safe haven, like a lucid dream, where anything is available. Suddenly, she remembers everything is safe. She bends her head down and bites his shoulder. She digs her teeth deep into the ridge of muscle just below his neck, and his body erupts in protest, but she holds tight, her teeth piercing the skin. He slams his hips upward into her pelvis as she gnaws at him. The pleasure and the pain blur into one overwhelming sensation. 

"Harder, bite harder," he mumbles, almost delirious with pleasure. 

"I want to taste your blood." She knows he doesn't have any diseases to worry about, so why the fuck not? 

She bites deeper and tastes his skin get saltier. She begins sucking at him, like some whorish vampire in a novel from her teen years. The blood is messy, hot, wet, sticky. It makes her pussy messier, hotter, wetter, stickier. She gyrates faster and faster over her stranger. 

"Cum inside me. Fill me with your messy, hot, wet, sticky cum." 

Hearing her say the words, he can't stop, even if he wanted to. With her teeth clenched onto him, her tongue dancing over his wound, he comes. Like a geyser, he explodes inside her. She feels spurt after spurt, rush into her. His dick fills her, and now any crevice the cock couldn't reach is caulked with his cum. All the hollowness she ever felt, is plugged up, every hole, whole. 

She collapses onto him, feeling the most physical closeness she has experienced in her entire life. "I'm sorry, what did you say your name was again?" she asks.



The Clinic and Aaron



Forward

The first story of Linda Mason and her Clinic where the motto is: 'The most efficient form of rehabilitation is to heal the criminal mind'. In this tale we are introduced to Linda Mason and Parole Officer Natasha Thorn and parolee Aaron Johnson.

The naughty bits begin in Chapter Three...

Chapter One – Unjustly Convicted

Aaron Johnson was an unjustly convicted felon. In a system in which most proclaimed their innocence, he really was innocent of any wrongdoing.

He had been a janitor who was accused of assaulting a secretary who worked in the office building where he had cleaned at night. She was very high strung and very flighty. The whole thing had been a misunderstanding but Aaron did not help the situation with any explanation. He had shrugged and looked away when asked about it. 

He'd done nothing wrong and 'how bad could it get anyway'? He had no money and no connections. When all was said and done, he was tried convicted, sentenced to the minimum and incarcerated. 

Nothing happened to him while he was in jail; in fact, nothing happened to Aaron a lot. He just went along most of the time because it was easier than fighting. He was what used to be known, as a slacker. Part way through his sentence, he became eligible for parole. He went through the motions and succeeded in acquiring his parole.

A stint in a halfway house and a lucky break landed him another janitorial job. His first parole officer took no interest and when that man retired; Aaron's case was passed onto Ms. Natasha Thorn. She was a parole officer because of the power she could wield over others. It did not matter to her if she was lording it over men or women. All that mattered was that she be in control.

Ms. Thorn, as she liked to be addressed, had been responsible for sending more than one person back to prison on trumped up justifications. It gave her a small thrill to watch her parolee's being led off in handcuffs. And she always made it a point to be there when they were led away.

Many others knew of her sadistic nature. She had made it her business to snoop about and find an amazing number of dirty little secrets about her superiors. She did not want to progress up the ladder either.

Ms. Thorn was at her best when she could make her parolee's jump to her command. She hadn't always been this way. A troubled childhood with a distant mother and a short tempered workaholic father, who was only in her life sporadically, had left their mark. 

In the end, her superiors were happy to leave her, just the way she was. When Aaron saw Ms. Thorn for the first time, it was at her office in her cubicle and at her behest. He went meekly because that was the best way to stay out of trouble.

Ms. Thorn took one look at the man and decided that he should never have been released. At that moment she made it one of her many missions in life to 'reeducate' this creature.

She read his file and was sure he was a candidate for a new type of therapy that was available for sexual offenders. The facts that Aaron had low self esteem and no support system, made him even more perfect for what Ms. Thorn had in mind.

As he sat, she pretended to ignore him while she pretended to read his file. He neither knew what she was up to nor really cared. After a few minutes, he began to slouch. She snapped at him and he shrugged before straightening up in his chair.

Finally, she spoke in a cold and prim voice, "I see that you meet all the requirements for The Mason Therapy."

Aaron said nothing as he had learned that saying nothing was often the safest course of action.

"Well? Do you want to take this very helpful course of therapy?" She asked angrily, "Or would you rather have a blemish on your record...a blemish which I'm sure would put you one step closer to the prison cell you should be occupying!"

Aaron paused, as he eyed this vicious bitch before him and said softly, "I'll take the treatment. Uh...what exactly is it, anyway?"

Ms. Thorn smiled. It was a warm smile now that he had caved in and she said calmly, "Don't you worry about that. All you have to know is that this therapy is available for sexual offenders and that it works!"

She paused before handing him a form to read and fill out. Aaron didn't bother to read the form. 

"How bad could it get, anyway?" He wondered.

He simply signed it and took the piece of paper that she gave him. It listed the address and time that he was to report for his therapy.

"Uh...How long will this lasts for?" Aaron asked mildly. Ms. Thorn looked at him and with another warm smiled, said, "I'm sure they will tell you when you get there. I made it a point to book your first session when you had plenty of free time. This should not interfere with your other activities."

Aaron shrugged again and left the building. 

Ms. Thorn dialled the number on the form Aaron had just signed and spoke, "This is Ms. Thorn of district forty two. I believe we talked a few days ago. I have a candidate for you. The only stipulation is that I be there when you treat him."

She listened for a moment before hanging up. A cold and calculating smile graced her features.

Chapter Two – Treatment Centre

Aaron arrived at the treatment centre on time but it took some doing. The place was a large building in an industrial park in the middle of nowhere. The time was just before sundown and he had walked for a couple of miles from the closest bus stop. The place appeared to be deserted.

None the less, he went to the door and knocked. After a couple of minutes, a tall powerfully built female opened the door. She was wearing a white lab coat with grey business suit underneath it and very high black patent leather heels. She also wore severe horn rimmed glasses that hid her face more than they revealed it.

"Yes?" She asked imperiously.

"Uh...I'm here to get the treatment?" Aaron said in his best 'mild voice'.

"Of course, you are!" The woman said, her face breaking into a frosty smile, "You must be Mr. Johnson. Please come in."

Aaron, who was rarely addressed as 'mister' at any time, stepped into the lobby. It was a small business like place that could just as easily have been the lobby of a meat packing plant (which it had been in an earlier time).

Aaron did not notice the complete lack of noise in the building. The silence in the deserted industrial park made any other silence rather superfluous. He would have been mildly surprised had he been informed of the large amount of insulation that was packed into the walls of the Clinic. It might have made him question why it was necessary to keep any noise out or rather, what noises needed to be kept in. 

"Welcome to The Mason Clinic, I'm Linda Mason. I'll be your therapist for the course of this treatment." The tall woman smiled professionally, "Please follow me."

Thus saying, she turned and walked through the lobby and into the next room, which was her office. It was a plain office containing a simple desk with chairs on either side. A computer monitor sat slightly to one side on the desk. Other than that, the room was bare.

Once they were seated, Linda started right in, without any preamble. 

"Here at The Mason Clinic, our motto is 'The most efficient form of rehabilitation is to heal the criminal mind'. You will be going through a series of reconditioning procedures and in the end, I'm sure, you'll be able to live a more productive life." She said patronizingly. 

Aaron, who had heard much the same speech from other so-called therapists while incarcerated, nodded at the appropriate times and waited quietly.

Linda went on to tell Aaron a bit of the history of the procedures and The Mason Clinic. He didn't really care and she was vague enough that nothing she said could come back at her anyway.

Because Aaron had already signed the release form, she wasn't legally obligated to tell him anything. It was simply a matter of procedure that she did so now. 

Finally, they were done with the paper work and prepared speech. She got up and turning, walked out through another door in the back of her office leading to yet another room and Aaron followed her.

"Like a lamb to the slaughter." Linda thought to herself.

The next room was very warm and filled with various exercise devices.

"You'll have to live with the heat Mr. Johnson." Linda said coolly, "We are having problems with the heating system and until we can get someone out to repair it, it is going to be very warm."

She turned to a cabinet and opening it, reached in and pulled out a black jock strap.

Linda Mason turned back to face Aaron. 

She looked down her nose at him, as though he was an annoying insect and spoke severely, "Please put this on." 

Aaron looked at her like she'd lost her mind.

"You want me to put that little tiny thing on? You do realize that I'm a 'sexual' offender?" He asked her incredulously. 

A tall Linda Mason tilted her face down until she was looking directly into the man's eyes before she spoke, "Oh yes! I am 'very' aware of that. But you need to be aware that I will tolerate no nonsense here. I am more than capable of handling both you and any ten of your friends. You will do as you're told when you're told and how you're told. Further more, I'm not asking you anything...I'm ordering you. You will comply or you will go straight back to prison!"

"Now Strip!"She barked.

Linda waited silent and immobile for a few seconds. Then a shocked Aaron meekly caved in and did as she had directed.

Once he was nude but for the jock strap and somewhat embarrassed because of it, she spoke.

"You will be performing a series of procedures. These will help to form a base line for us to assess your current limits against later measurements." Linda said primly.

She could turn it on or off, at will it seemed. 

Chapter Three – Warm-ups

Over the next hour, Linda had Aaron exercise hard. He ran and he rowed and did a variety of other exercises. These were all designed to get his heart rate up and push him right to his physical limit. They did just that. He found himself gasping and sweating and struggling with various pieces of exercise hardware. He was nearly nude and he was both sweating and struggling while this formally attired woman looked on.

She used her laptop to mark things down and she directed him onto various activities. Her attitude was very cold and businesslike. She made it clear that she had no respect for him and if he wanted any from her; he'd have to work hard indeed. 

"What these have to do with reconditioning me, I'll never know." He said to himself, at one point.

At the end of the hour she finally said, "Enough! Dry yourself off and follow me."

She handed him a dry towel to wipe the sweat from his body. She also filled a glass with water and handed it to him. He never saw that the glass was partially filled with colourless and odourless liquid that dissolved instantly into the water.

"Drink this, Aaron. We don't want you becoming dehydrated." She said mildly.

When he was done, they went into yet another room that was even further in the bowels of the building. Any noise would be swallowed up here.

Aaron did not know if it was the exercise or what but he was becoming very light headed. Just as he staggered into the next room, he collapsed unconscious.

He never felt Linda pick him up effortlessly and carry him over to the middle of the room. It took only the work of a few minutes for her to restrain him in the manner she felt was necessary.

When he awoke a few minutes later, he was immobile. Standing spread-eagled; his wrists and ankles were cuffed in fleece lined leather. Strong cables that were attached to the cuffs ran to four separate winches attached to the ceiling and floor. A fifth winch hung directly above his head but it was not being used today so his head was hanging free. 

He realized he was also completely nude. His jockstrap was gone! He felt utter embarrassment. No one had seen him like this, ever. He was mortified that this powerful woman would have done this to him.

On Aaron's right side there was a large mirror and he could see himself clearly in it if he turned his head. 

In front of him Linda sat in a chair that was sideways to the bound convict. The chair was in front of a small desk which held Linda's laptop. She sat facing the mirror directly in front of her. Aaron stood immediately to her right facing her while she sat sideways to him.

Linda was facing the mirror deliberately. Having Aaron to her immediate right was also a deliberate move. She was literally in the centre of the action, exactly where she'd need to be in few minutes. All eyes would be on her in a few minutes and she knew it

Beside the laptop on the desk was a bottle of lubricant and a washcloth.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked fearfully.

Linda answered him mildly without looking up from her laptop. "I told you that you would be going through a series of procedures to form a base line for comparison later. That is what we will be doing now that you are warmed up. It was you who told me you were a 'sexual' offender; hence the restraints."

"After all," She purred without looking up, "We wouldn't want you to lash out inadvertently, would we?"

Suddenly she stood up and pressed her rather impressive body in its lab coat and grey business suit against the bound and nude convict.

Aaron could feel her breasts against his naked chest. Her perfume rang in his head like a gong and despite his best efforts; he could feel the beginnings of an erection.

Grabbing him by the testicles and the throat, she spoke quietly into his face, "I do not believe that you have any self control, convict! I see my mission here clearly. I am to 'help' you."

Linda took great delight in watching Aaron's consternation at his predicament. She paused for dramatic effect before continuing, "You will learn to control yourself."

When he did not speak to this (mostly because he did not know what to say), she resumed menacing him.

"This course of treatment will be lasting for some months! You and I will become very close. Be assured that when we are done; you will be the very model of a gentleman." She said with calm, quiet venom.

A shocked Aaron finally tried to protest his innocence, "Look, I didn't really do anything wrong..."

"Silence!" Linda interrupted him, "When I want you to speak, I will tell you what to say!"

A shocked and mortified Aaron could feel this woman's hand on his balls and she seemed not to be embarrassed or uncomfortable in the least. 

It was then that he remembered asking himself how bad this treatment could be. It seemed that he was about to find out.

Chapter Four – Base Line 

Behind the glass to Aaron's right, Natasha Thorn watched her parolee get his 'therapy' in a lust filled silence. 

She did not see the micro camera recording Aaron's every move from its secret location in the ceiling nor did she notice the micro camera hidden in the ceiling of the room she was secreted in.

Her eyes were glassy and she inadvertently touched herself under her dress between the legs as she kept looking at this nude and bound man about to get his. 

"And it was all because of me!" She realized to herself with mounting sexual desire.

Her breath became rapid and she watched the proceedings in rapt silence; utterly captured by what was occurring before her very eyes!

Linda ignored the mirror, although she had a very good idea as to what was happening behind it. The first time she had met Natasha Thorn, Linda had been struck at how aggressive the parole officer was.

"This has to be 'Napoleonic Compensation'." Linda thought to herself.

Some days before Aaron came for treatment, Linda had not objected when Natasha had forcefully demanded to be kept in 'on everything concerning her convicts'. 

After the parole officer left, Linda had made some discreet enquiries and found out that Natasha was very much in the know about a lot of things she should not know about. Linda also found out that Natasha was a much hated woman. If something had happened to her, there would, undoubtedly, be several quiet celebrations around district forty two...

"Natasha would be a good ally." Linda thought to herself, "With a little insurance."

Linda suddenly let go of Aaron and produced a black hood from her blazer pocket.

"You, like all who receive treatment, are required to wear a black hood." She said severely, as she forced it onto the helpless man, "I have found that it helps."

What, exactly, it helped with, Linda did not say.

Linda added menacingly, "Don't make in necessary for me to gag you too!"

Then she sat back down and proceeded to squirt a large dollop of lubricant into her hands. Turning slightly in the chair she grabbed the nude and bound convict's penis!

Aaron gasped at the sudden and intimate contact. He would have pulled away and, indeed, he did try but the powerful cuffs and cables attached to machines capable of moving thousands of pounds held him fast. 

He groaned as the woman before him masturbated him with negligent ease. Within seconds he was sporting a rock hard erection. Within minutes he was trembling with an oncoming orgasm.

Behind the glass, Natasha gasped and pushed against her very private place while watching the spectacle in the next room. She too, was very nearly on the verge of an orgasm herself.

Linda knew what was happening to the man and she could have accurately guessed at what was happening in the next room. She (Linda) was mildly aroused but mostly she was in control. 

If either the parole officer or the parolee were to have achieved climax on a regular basis, Linda's task would have been much harder. The fact that these people were so repressed worked in her favour under these specific conditions. This was a fact that Linda would use to her advantage repeatedly. Right now, their sexuality was very close to the surface; later Linda would have to work a little harder to get the results she was after. Just as she had begun without any warning, Linda stopped touching Aaron. 

In fact, she stood up and pinching his nipple said, "Don't you dare come! Don't you come yet or else..."

She let the 'or else' hang by itself. 

On the other side of the mirror, Natasha gasped quietly and paused when Linda paused. The parole officer was so caught up in what was happening in the next room to her bound and nude parolee that she seemed utterly unaware of her own actions, even her own feelings.

Ignoring the mirror, Linda turned back to Aaron and spoke quietly, "It seems that you can contain yourself; upon occasion."

Linda smiled at the hooded, nude and bound man before her, "Well, time to move onto phase two of your base line acquisition."

Chapter Five – Phase Two

Aaron had never, ever met anyone like this woman in his life. She made him want to try harder for her, at anything she asked, than he had ever tried for anyone else. 

At the same time he hated and feared her. He hung hooded, nude and bound spread-eagled in a room in a building in the middle of nowhere. His tormentress had just jerked him off to within a second of shooting the biggest load of his life. Then she had stopped and was about to do something else!

It was all very confusing for him and it was about to get even more so. Linda smiled at the hooded man before her as she purred, "I am 'pleased' that you have demonstrated some self control here, Aaron."

She walked around him and let here finger run lightly across the back of his shoulders. When she had finished circling him completely, she spoke clearly again, for both his benefit and that of the unseen watcher behind the mirror.

"What say we begin again?" Linda asked rhetorically.

Aaron groaned and tightened his grip on the chains that held him fast. His nude buttocks clenched and his breath came in ragged short gasps as he readied himself for whatever this cruel woman was going to demand of him.




The Clinic and Brenda



Foreword

The second story of Linda Mason and her Clinic where the motto is: 'The most efficient form of rehabilitation is to heal the criminal mind'.

In this story, we learn that Linda can 'heal' females, as well as males.

The very naughty bits start in Chapter Five... 

Chapter One -- The Parole Officer and the Feisty Teacher 

Aaron had left The Mason Clinic, upon completion of his base line (as told in "The Clinic and Aaron"). 

Linda Mason had helped him clean up and extracted a promise from him to be back in one week's time. She had secretly been pleased at his awkward and embarrassed attitude toward her. 

"He acts like we have been on a first date or something!" She thought to herself with a smile, "Then again the men always act this way."

Then Linda went back to the mirrored room that Natasha Thorn had watched from as Aaron got 'treated'. 

Natasha was waiting quietly until she was sure that Aaron had left. When Linda came into the room, the smell of pussy was so strong that Linda nearly coughed on it.

Undoubtedly, Natasha had been masturbating and even if Linda had not seen the secret camera records, the smell would have let her know what had been going on.

Never the less, Linda pretended that nothing was amiss. She greeted Natasha with a strong handshake and a frosty professional smile. "As you can see, the experience that we, at The Mason Clinic, put our clients through is very intense." Linda said with a professional air.

Natasha found it impossible to meet the other woman's eyes and instead, looked down at the floor.

Linda was very pleased at this display of embarrassment and continued with her little talk, "'The most efficient form of rehabilitation is to heal the criminal mind'. This would be through techniques such as you witnessed tonight." 

Without letting go of her hand, Linda smiled another frosty smile and stepped even closer the nervous parole officer. Linda wanted to use her body, indeed, her very presence to utterly dominate the other woman. Linda had serious plans in mind and it would require more than a little luck and courage to successfully implement them.

Linda Mason, standing so close to Natasha that they could have kissed waited until the other woman looked up and into her eyes before speaking. "I'm sure you'll agree that more 'treatments' will be essential for the implementation and stabilization of productive life management techniques for the subject in question." Linda spoke softly and let a double meaning come through in her words.

Natasha's eyes went wide and her breath caught in her throat. "Uh...uh...I...I think you're...you have the situation well in hand." Natasha managed finally.

"Oh, I'm sure I have maximized my control over the subject tonight. I'll bet I could get them to do anything I wanted." Linda said meaningfully, her eyes flashing with power and control.

Natasha felt completely overwhelmed and utterly at the mercy of this person.

Then Linda quickly stepped back and left the room. Natasha, caught off guard, followed her back through the 'conditioning room' and into Linda's office.

"Now..." Linda said professionally as she looked at her monitor, "I am going to need another client to show your superiors that this form of 'therapy' is most efficient. Otherwise they might be tempted to discontinue funding. It should be someone who is the exact opposite of Aaron. Preferably that would be a female who has a bad attitude."

Natasha looked startled as Linda's eyes looked up from the monitor and caught hers; like a doe in the headlights of a hunter's pick-up truck. "I'll...uh...I'll get right on it." Natasha managed weakly.

"Ma'am..." Linda corrected her, "I prefer to be addressed as 'Ma'am'."

Chapter Two -- Brenda 

Brenda Carlyle was a high school teacher with an eye for handsome young men. She had had an affair with a recent graduate of the high school she worked at.

When it came to the attention of her principal; he approached her about it.

"People will talk." He had said to her, "I'm sorry but you must choose between your young man and your career."

Brenda had objected, noting that the young man in question was legally an adult.

The principal was adamant and insisted. Brenda got mad and she struck him. It was a hard blow and she compounded the mistake by doing it in front of witnesses.

This violent act ended her career. It also ended her relationship with the young man, and that part of her life.

The principal pressed charges and she found herself in court. Never one to go along quietly, she raised quite a ruckus. In the end, she was sentenced and incarcerated. 

She was lucky that it wasn't longer.

Brenda was even luckier when she made parole several months later.

At her parole hearing, she made it a point to go along quietly but it was a struggle. The board bought her performance but at least one board member made a mental note that 'they would probably be seeing this one again'.

Her first meeting with her new parole officer did not go very well at all. The officer was not willing to settle for half hearted attempts and told Brenda that she better smarten up or her parole would be revoked.

Another parole officer was listening to this as it went down. After it was over, the second parole officer approached the first.

Ms. Natasha Thorn, the second parole officer, made it clear that she would very much like to have the case of Brenda Carlyle transferred to her desk 'by days end please'.

The first parole officer was only too please to be rid of that particular pain in the ass.

And so it came to be that Natasha made it a point to visit Brenda at her new basement apartment the next day.

"I am your new parole officer now!" Natasha announced with more than a little venom, "I want you to take a course for your 'rehabilitation'. You must get control of your temper!"

Brenda would have objected strenuously but she had had enough of prison life, thank you very much.

It was just easier to go along with this oppressive bitch.

After Natasha left, Brenda could not shake the intense desire to go and take a long hot shower. This Natasha had simply devoured her with her eyes. 

Brenda hoped that the people in charge of her therapy would be nicer or at least, less unpleasant.

Chapter Three -- The Clinic

A few nights later, Brenda showed up at the former meat packing plant, now The Mason Clinic, ensconced in deserted industrial park far from everywhere. 

It was quite dark when Brenda arrived in her car. The headlights reflected off a plain looking building with very basic numbers designating its place on the street.

"No expense has been made here." Brenda observed, "I hope there is more to this place than meets the eye."

Truer words would never be thought.

Unlike Aaron, who seemed to notice nothing; Brenda was immediately aware of the nearly oppressive silence as she was ushered past the lobby and into the main office immediately beyond it.

Brenda noted that it was Linda Mason herself, of 'The Mason Clinic' and inventor of 'The Mason Therapy' who greeted her and ushered her in. "No secretaries or personal assistants for this powerhouse, thank you very much!" Brenda thought to herself.

Linda smiled frostily as she greeted the young woman, "Ms. Thorn has neglected to have you fill out the proper forms."

"It will take just a minute to do so now..." So saying, Linda pushed the appropriate documents to Brenda's side of the desk.

Brenda made it a point to read everything on the paper in front of her. "You know..." Brenda began, "This paper allows you to do anything you like to me. If you were a man, I wouldn't go along."

Linda Mason, who had spent thousands of dollars getting an utterly ruthless lawyer to draw up the papers so they would say exactly that, laughed with real amusement. 

"I can see you're going to be a handful Ms. Carlyle." Linda said lightly, "If it makes you afraid, then don't sign. You go back to whatever it is that you were doing before you darkened my doorway."

Linda made a show of looking at her monitor while a startled Brenda tried to decide if this was a set up or not.

"Look, Ms. Mason..." Brenda said carefully, "You've basically got me agreeing to put my life in your hands with no questions asked."

Linda looked up from the monitor and inspected the woman before her before replying, "Your life will be in my hands. When you are done here, you will have a control over yourself that you could simply never attain anywhere else. You'll be able..."

Linda stopped and shook her head before looking away, "What is the point? Either you go along eagerly or you leave, 'Ms. Carlyle'. It is all up to you."

Brenda chewed her lip before an impatient Linda threw up her hands and asked, "I'm a busy person, Brenda; are you in or not?"

Brenda sighed and reached for the pen, "I guess I'm in."

"Oh...No...You...Don't...! Either you are eager to receive what I have to offer or you leave!" Linda declared abruptly, her patience apparently at an end, "I will have no passive/aggressive ploys played out here! I want a hundred percent commitment and I want it now or you can leave...now!"

Brenda was shocked speechless at this display from a government employee (or so she thought).

"Okay...all right...I'll do whatever you say!" Brenda was more than a little surprised (at herself) for folding in so quickly.

Linda resumed her frosty smile and responded with, "Indeed, well, we shall see...won't we?"

Once Brenda had signed the document, Linda Mason arose and said, "Please follow me." 

They went through the back office door in and into the next room. It was filled with exercise equipment and it was hot.

"You'll have to live with the heat Ms. Carlyle." Linda said coolly, "We are having problems with the heating system and until we can get someone out to repair it, it is going to be very warm."

She turned to a cabinet and opening it, reached in and pulled out a black exercise bra and workout shorts.

"Please put these on." Linda asked in a cool voice.

Brenda looked at the exercise apparel and then back at Linda Mason. "Quickly please or perhaps you have had another change of heart?" Ms. Mason asked mildly.

Brenda took the clothes from the other woman without another word and quickly put them on. Partway through, Brenda shot a glance at Ms. Mason but the other woman merely looked impatient.

When she was done, she stepped close to Ms. Mason and said, "I'm ready!"

"You will be performing a series of procedures. These will help to form a base line for us to assess your current limits against later measurements." Linda said primly.

Chapter Four -- Getting Brenda Ready

Brenda Carlyle was a whiner and a complainer. Throughout the exercises she continued to complain.

Linda Mason sighed mentally but said nothing. She was highly amused though. After all, she did more than four times the workout that she required of even her strongest and durable clients. And she did it for an hour a day, six days out of seven. 

Linda was easily the strongest woman she had every met. She was far stronger than most men, as well. She worked hard at physical exercise and regarded it as a pleasurable activity. That others did not was a puzzling thing to her. 

Brenda struggled through each and every activity she was given. To hear her tell it, every exercise was an ordeal too unpleasant to be endured without complaint.

After only thirty minutes, she complained about 'being too dry' and asked for a glass of water.

Linda was only too happy to give her a glass. That the water was drugged became apparent a couple of minutes later as Brenda passed out while performing a number of abdominal crunches.

Linda sighed audibly with relief and picked up the unconscious woman. Linda put Brenda over her shoulder, as though Brenda weighed nothing. Then she moved onto the 'conditioning room' next door to the exercise room.

The 'conditioning room' was nearly bare except for mirrors along one side. A desk and chair sat facing the mirrors in the middle of the room. A laptop sat open upon the desk. There were also three other items that rested upon the desk.

There were two doors, one at either end of the room.

Four winches were affixed in the middle of the room. Two were on the ceiling directly across from one another and touching the opposing walls. The other two were on the floor. They were directly under the first two. One last thing made the room appear menacing. A hood was leashed to a cable and that cable was affixed to a fifth winch that sat in the middle of the ceiling. The hood hung in the middle of the room, as though begging to be used.

Linda quickly stripped the unconscious Brenda and attached the cuffs to her wrists and ankles. These cuffs were leashed to powerful cables that were, in turn attached to the winches.

Stepping over to the laptop, Linda pressed a key and the four main winches came to life. As they whirred, an unconscious Brenda was forced to stand until she hung spread-eagled. Linda stepped over to her and placed the hood on the unconscious woman. 

Linda Mason was careful about this hood. It had been designed especially for her. It was made of very strong leather, plastic combination and it contained both eye covers and an inflatable ball gag. The inflatable hose was even detachable. 

Once Linda had Brenda in the hood, she made it a point to keep the eye covers off. She wanted her 'client' to see what was coming.

Linda turned back to the desk and pressed another key. The fifth winch came to life and pulled the unconscious woman's head erect.

Behind the mirrors, an excited Natasha Thorn sat mesmerized. She had seen Linda perform this ritual on Aaron only the week before. It had been titillating then. Now that a woman was the one being restrained, Natasha was more aroused than ever. 

Had she been able to step back and look at herself; she'd have been surprised. Natasha did not consider herself to be attracted to women but then she did not seem to be attracted to men either.

The reality was that Natasha was attracted to power. It did not matter who wielded it; only that she be involved in that dynamic somehow.

Chapter Five -- Brenda Begins Her Treatment while Natasha Watches

Ms. Natasha Thorn watched in secret silence as one of her parolee's was stripped nude, bound and about to be sexually tormented. Ms. Natasha Thorn was about to become so sexually aroused by this, that she would achieve climax deliberately. Ms. Natasha Thorn was utterly unaware that she was being filmed all the while.

Micro cameras had secretly been installed in both the conditioning room and the observation lounge behind the mirrors. 

If anyone asked, the mirrors were there to help stimulate an awareness of the client's true vulnerability. Such nonsense was spouted only for the gullible. 

The reality was that the mirrors were there to allow observers to feel safe enough that they would masturbate while watching others being tortured. The cameras were there to catch it all.

Brenda started to wake up and become aware a couple of minutes after she was completely immobilized. She panicked.

It was a completely natural reaction and Linda was ready for it. Stepping close to the nude bound woman, Linda Mason held her close and spoke, as though to a stupid and fearful wretch who did not know up from down. "It's okay! It's okay!" She cooed, "I have you and you're in my hands now."

A nude Brenda struggles mightily against her bindings against her powerful and clothed, tormentress. She also yelled inarticulately through the gag.

Linda cupped Brenda's head and put her face a scant few inches from the nude and bound woman's face before patronizing her, "Remember when you said that you were placing your life in my hands? Well, you were so right! You are and we are going to make the most of that right now."

Brenda shrieked and pulled and struggled helplessly against her restraints. Her eyes said that when she got free, she was gonna kick some Mason butt, sure enough!

Linda, who had seen this reaction before, smiled mirthlessly and said quietly, "You have signed on the dotted line, my dear!" 

She paused for dramatic effect before continuing, "You will learn to control yourself."

Brenda was having none of it and continued to pull hard against her cuffs.

Behind the mirror, Natasha wondered how she'd fare under similar circumstances. Her hand dipped between her legs and she unconsciously rubbed that special spot, as she watched her parolee.

Linda turned to the desk and picked up a shiny black leather belt from beside the laptop. She turned back to face the struggling woman and smiled as the shrieks intensified.

"I can see that you are in need of correction." Linda said calmly.

She ignored Brenda's helpless struggles as she positioned herself behind the helplessly bound woman. She reared back her hand with the belt and let fly. 

It whisked through the air before landing with a wet splat on Brenda's back. Brenda yelled and tried helplessly to pull away from the pain.

Natasha gasped and pushed hard against her private place as the belt landed.

Linda reared back and let fly with the belt yet again. It landed with another wet splat against the nude and helplessly bound woman's back.

Linda smiled and cooed gently, "This is for your own good my dear. When we are done, I'm sure you'll join those who have thanked me."

Brenda gasped at the audacity of this bitch! 

"How dare you?" An outraged Brenda thought as she hung nude and helplessly available before her tormentress, "I'll never thank you!"

Behind the mirror, Natasha was becoming very aroused. Between the spectacle of the whipping in front of her, her own rubbing that special place underneath her dress and the idea that it might be her hanging nude before the whip; she was fast approaching her first climax.

Linda was getting into the spirit of it, as she let the belt land again and again on her nude and helplessly bound 'client'. Each time the belt landed, Linda was rewarded, as the nude woman flinched and roared through the gag.

Brenda cried out against the pain but mostly against the indignity of it all. The powerful cuffs and cables held her quite immobile. She was in this until Linda released her. Of this, there was absolutely no doubt.

Brenda's bare breasts swung back and forth as the belt worked its way across her back. Natasha watched transfixed as she pressed and rubbed herself between her legs. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps as she watched her parolee take a vicious whipping. 

And the cameras caught it all.

Linda began to whip the nude and helplessly bound female in front of her, faster and faster. She left less and less time between lashes. The woman's muted screams and thrashings began to reach toward a crescendo.

Brenda could feel her resistance to this treatment evaporating as the torment intensified. She felt less and less like striking back. She wanted only for it to end!

Natasha watched with helpless desire as she rubbed herself frantically. The intensity was so strong that finally, she moaned erotically and clutched at her most private place. 

Her first climax was just loud enough that Linda could hear pieces of it through the mirrored walls. She kept a straight face but secretly, she was very pleased.

After Natasha reached her first special moment, Linda slowed and then finally stopped striking her nude and helplessly bound charge. Brenda sagged against the powerful restraints and gasped in relief at the absence of the belt landing on her nude flesh.

Linda walked directly over to the desk and placed the belt upon it. 

Turning until she was face to face with her hooded 'client', she said sweetly, "I hope that it won't be necessary to correct you again like that, dear."




The Clinic and Certification



Foreword

The third story of Linda Mason and her Clinic where the motto is: 'The most efficient form of rehabilitation is to heal the criminal mind'.

In this story, Linda deepens her relationship with Parole Officer Natasha Thorn and she solidifies her position with the Department of Corrections.

The naught bits start in Chapter Six...

Chapter One -- Confrontation

It had been a week since she was last at 'The Mason Clinic'. Natasha Thorn had ruminated about her wanton activities the last time she had been at 'The Clinic'. 

"No doubt about it!" She thought guiltily to herself finally, "I behaved like a wanton slut!"

"Things have gotten out of control and I absolutely must put a stop to this." She thought to herself for the hundredth time.

Having repeated this train of thought endlessly, she decided to act on it. She called Linda Mason and demanded an interview 'to discuss the deteriorating state of affairs there'.

It never dawned on Natasha that Linda would have been happy about what was occurring.

Natasha Thorn, hated and feared by many of her co-workers, left work early one December Friday afternoon. She arrived at the Clinic just after dark.

She noted that the former meat packing plant, now The Mason Clinic appeared deserted. It was ensconced in a deserted industrial park far from everywhere. 

Natasha never gave a second thought to being so alone, so vulnerable. After all, she was from the Department of Corrections. No one would dare trifle with her!

Natasha walked up to the mirrored door and yanked on it, expecting the door to be unlocked. It wasn't and she felt very foolish at having to knock on the door.

Linda Mason opened it a couple of minutes later and ushered Natasha in.

"I see you knocked...you could have rang the bell. It is there for that purpose." Linda said calmly, "I absolutely will not leave this door unlocked. I'm sure you understand!"

Natasha ignored this preamble and said briskly, "We have to talk!"

They walked into Linda's office in the next room and took seats.

Linda spread her hands as she sat forward and asked, "What is on your mind?"

Natasha took a breath and looked down, marshaling her thoughts before she spoke, "This Clinic is nothing but a centre for bizarre sexual behaviour." 

She said with authoritative briskness, her eyes shooting forward and daring the other woman to contradict her, "It must end and it must end now!" 

Linda had seen such behaviour before. It was what one of her professors at university would have called a 'push/pull'. The idea was that someone both desired and was repelled by something.

She smiled benignly and responded, "I thought you might have gone this way. So I have prepared a little demonstration on the effectiveness of my methods, just for you."

Natasha said archly, "I'm sure there is nothing you have to show me that can convince me this 'Clinic' is anything but a den of inequity!"

Linda seemed to listen carefully before responding respectfully, "Well, take a quick look before you decide...please."

Natasha leaned forward in her seat as Linda turned her monitor to face the Parole Officer.

There, on the screen, was Natasha masturbating. She had her dress hiked up onto her stomach and her hands were busy driving the handle of her hairbrush in and out of her moist and swollen vagina in a very business like way. Suddenly she stopped with the hairbrush deep inside. Her legs straightened out and she arched dramatically. Her face was a mask of passion as she obviously achieved orgasm.

Natasha remembered the incident well. It was when she had watched as one of her parolee's was forcibly masturbated while bound. Natasha had been in the next room secretly watching through mirrored glass.

Linda had this particular segment on a loop, so it played over and over again. There was a very aroused Natasha achieving the same climax over and over.

Natasha gasped and demanded, "W...what is the meaning of this?"

Then she jerked to her feet, her face contorted into a mask of fury and fear, "You filmed me?"

YOU BITCH!" Natasha screamed.

Linda smiled coldly and said quietly, "Sit down."

When Natasha had taken a moment to calm down, she did just that and Linda continued.

"Yes, I filmed you and unless you want to see yourself on the six o'clock news...you will do exactly as I say!" Her mild voice cut through the other woman's fury like a knife.

Natasha was shocked speechless at Linda's ruthless attitude. No one had ever spoken to her in this way before. She felt overwhelmed by Linda's attitude again. Much the same as she had the night that she had watched Linda dominate Aaron.

The fact that Natasha had a secret desire to submit to the other woman was a big help too. Twice she had given in to her sexual passions, as Linda had dominated others. 

On one of those occasions Natasha had secretly fantasized about being Linda's submissive.

From Natasha's guilty attitude and behaviour, Linda had a good idea that Natasha desired her and she exploited that fact ruthlessly.

"As you well know, years end is approaching and this 'Clinic' will be in need of funding and more clients for the coming year." Linda said primly, as the monitor continued to display a wanton Natasha using both hands to achieve climax.

"I'm sure you have met Joan Shore. She is in charge of all new projects and this 'Clinic' definitely qualifies as a new project." Linda continued in a friendly tone.

"You have failed to provide me with the requisite three volunteers necessary for next year's funding, my dear." Linda warned in a cool voice, 

"I'm afraid that we will need to be a bit creative, if we are to succeed keeping these doors open."

Natasha, never a slow learner, realizing exactly what Linda was implying, began to shake her head, 'no'.

Linda, who could see that she held the power here, smiled ruthlessly and said, "Oh yes...I am in need of a third 'volunteer' and I have just the candidate in mind." 

Linda said the last with finality as she hit a key on her key board. Instantly the computer monitor went from showing Natasha achieving climax repeatedly, to a Department of Corrections release form showing a convicted felon named Jane Down. She had just volunteered for 'The Mason Treatment'.

The picture was of a slightly altered Natasha Thorn. Linda had stolen the pictures from Natasha's personnel file and altered them slightly. The hair colour was different and there were bags under the eyes. 'Jane' was ten pounds heavier and five years older than Natasha, too. 

"Aren't computers wonderful?" Linda asked a horrified Natasha.

Chapter Two -- The Plot Thickens

There was no doubt that 'Jane' looked very much like Natasha.

Unless a concerted effort was made to check on the false social insurance number and falsified former driver's license of 'Jane Down'; no one would be aware of the deception. Those items were on a computer that Linda had not had access too.

As a matter of fact, Linda had initiated a short lived affair with a powerful but lonely career bureaucrat who had a high level of access to the computer that she had used. 

It had been some years before but Linda, ever the far sighted one, had created a 'back door' into the computer. It was there just in case she needed it. This time, she did.

Natasha felt her throat constrict as she stared at her altered picture on the monitor before gasping, "No one will believe that is not me!"

"Oh, of course they will. I have access to the D.O.C. mainframe at a very high level of clearance." Linda soothed the nearly panicky Parole Officer, "'Jane' has just become a parolee under your care. I have given her a back story, rap sheet, current stats and, most importantly, a signed real-time release form for treatment here."

"There isn't really anything that you can do or should about it anyway." Linda observed calmly, "Except, of course, accept your dual roles in all of this."

Natasha often thrilled to watching her parolee's being led back to prison in handcuffs on trumped up charges. The irony of the situation was completely lost on her.

"No, no, no..."Wailed a fearful Parole Officer Natasha Thorn, "This can't be happening!"

"Oh, but it is, my dear." Linda said wisely, "You...or rather 'Jane', has just signed up for treatment at this 'Clinic'. You will go along or millions of viewers including your superior's can watch your wanton display of sexual excess on prime time. I'm sure they will fuzz out the naughty bits but your face is easy to see. The powers that be are very straight laced and they will definitely serve you up if this were to be released."

Linda walked around the desk until she was standing nose to nose with the slightly shorter Natasha. 

"You will submit to me, as 'Jane' and you will do it now!" Linda's eyes flashed as she spoke softly to the other woman.

"You must know that I will not hurt you too badly." Linda continued as she caressed Natasha's cheek, "Who knows? You may even get to like it."

Natasha stood transfixed, her knees weak. Her life was in tatters and her control ripped away by this conscienceless predator. She could do nothing but go along or lose everything.

The truly horrifying part of all this was that there was a small part of her that was thrilled to be submitting to this woman. A tiny sliver of desire sparked within her when Linda caressed her face and laid claim to her soul.

"Or...you can leave..."Linda stepped back from the stricken woman, "If you really believe that I would damage a like minded ally, then you should go."

Linda walked back to her chair and sat down. Natasha followed suit automatically, still staring in disbelief at her picture not picture on the monitor.

"I mean, you created this mess." Linda said reasonably, hers eyes wide and innocent.

Natasha slowly looked up from the monitor and into the other woman's eyes incredulously before asking, "How can you say that?"

Linda smiled and said, "If you had provided a third volunteer, all this would not have been necessary."

Linda cut Natasha's objections off before they got started, "You choose now! Either you go along with this deception or else..."

Natasha heaved a weighty sigh and looked down at her feet before responding, "All right! I'll do it"

Linda smiled and said, "Good, I know..."

Natasha cut her off in mid speech, "I mean I'll go along with the deception. I am not going to be tortured by you!"

Linda laughed a real hearty belly laugh. 

Finally she stopped and asked incredulously, "Oh come on! Did you really think that I meant you would be stripped, bound and forced to orgasm as part of the deception?"

A confused Natasha sputtered, "But you said..."

Linda interrupted her, "I was joking! Granted, it wasn't a very good joke and the timing could certainly have been better but this job requires a certain dark humour. Otherwise, I'd lose my mind."

When Natasha heaved a deep sigh of relief, Linda took careful and covert note of the subtle look of disappointment in the parole officer's eyes.

"Here, let's have a drink to our partnership...partner!" Linda offered as she reached down into the desk and picked up a couple of glasses and bottle of bourbon that were inside. She placed them in front of the monitor between Natasha and herself.

Linda quickly filled them and handed one to the other woman. 

The woman looked suspiciously at the proffered glass and Linda laughed softly again, "You're a woman after my own heart!"

Linda took what appeared to be a sip from the glass in her hand before offering it to the parole officer. Linda picked up the second glass on the desk for herself.

Natasha wasn't adept enough to see that Linda simple let the alcohol flow into her mouth and then right back out into the cup. 

Natasha took the proffered second glass and sipped it carefully, "To partnership!"

Linda smiled and murmured, swallowed her mouthful, tilting her glass in acceptance. 

Natasha set her glass down on the desk and sat back. She fell over unconscious.

Linda finished the alcohol in her glass before she looked at the other woman and commented sarcastically, "Can't hold your liquor, I see."

Chapter Three -- Readiness

Linda set down her glass and walked over to the unconscious woman. Picking her up, as though she were nothing, Linda placed an unconscious Natasha over her shoulder. 

Linda carried her through the warm exercise room. Here she paused and spoke, as much to herself, as to the unconscious woman, "We'll dispense with the exercises to warm you up and proceed to the next room."

In the 'conditioning room' Linda stripped Natasha nude and placed the fleece lined leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles.

The cuffs were attached by strong cables to four powerful winches set in the middle of the room. 

Two winches were on the ceiling directly across from one another and touching the opposing walls. The other two were on the floor. They were directly under the first two.

The winches were connected by wireless Ethernet to the laptop on the desk with sat facing the mirrors which aligned one wall of the room.

Someone sitting at the desk would be close enough to touch a 'client' who was bound spread-eagled by the winches.

A fifth winch was braced firmly on the ceiling in the middle of the room. A leather and plastic hood, complete with inflatable ball gag, was attached to a cable. The cable was attached to the fifth winch.

With a touch of the laptop key, Linda forced the nude and unconscious Natasha into a spread-eagled position. 

It took but a couple of moments to place the hood and ball gag in place. A few pumps of the hose and the ball gag was inflated enough that sound was now unintelligible. Linda made sure to remove the hose when she was done.

She also made it a point to leave a small amount of slack in Natasha's restraints. The 'clients' usually thrashed about and it would not do to have a dislocated shoulder or torn muscle, at this point.

Natasha began to come around at this point. Realizing what had happened, she bleated in fear and rage at her predicament. Linda, seated at the desk in front of the nude and bound woman, turned to her right and stood so that she was nearly nose to nose with her 'client'.

Linda spoke softly, intimately and with a sense of affection that she did not really feel, "I'm sorry but it is for the best. Joan Shore will be here momentarily and if she actually sees 'Jane'...well, that will go a long way towards establishing credibility."

Natasha's eyes widened behind the hood and she thrashed helplessly in her restraints; her nude breasts bobbing this way and that. She screamed behind the gag.

As though listening to a mild objection, Linda spoke carefully, "I know...I know...but imagine if no one ever sees 'Jane Down'? This way, there will be no doubt that 'Jane' exists. I mean, after all, who would question the word of a career bureaucrat?"

Linda smiled sincerely at Natasha before continuing, "In any event, I'm sure that you will put on a good show for 'The Heartless Bean Counter'."

Natasha gasped, as a cold feeling of fear ripped through her.

"She means to do to me what she did to the others! OH...MY...GOD! She is going to do this in front of Joan!" Natasha thought with alarm.

Joan Shore had been with the D.O.C. for a very long time before Natasha had joined. Joan was a legend and known for her utterly ruthless attitude toward the spending of government money. She was also not averse to dispensing a little 'street justice' whenever she got the opportunity.

Rumour had it that she had once dispensed with an entire department of the Department of Corrections when its head had remarked that Joan's former man friend had left her for 'another dog'; one that did not use its teeth so much.

The rumour was not true but Joan made no effort to make it go away. She was actually pleased that others feared her and worked to encourage her moniker 'The Heartless Bean Counter'. 

She had taken a long time to get where she was. She had given up family, lovers, friendships, even career advancements that would have taken her out of the department she now occupied.

Linda picked up Natasha's clothing and carrying them back to her office carefully hung them up in the hidden closet behind her desk. A couple of clicks on the computer keyboard made the monitor ready for inspection.

She was also thoughtful enough to put away the alcohol and glasses. As one last thing, Linda took a breath mint to hide the smell of alcohol. She also made a mental note not to get too close to Joan when she spoke.

Joan Shore was known to be a strict teetotaller and fervently proud of it. Linda had just finished when the bell rang. Walking quickly out to the lobby, Linda opened the mirrored door and let Joan inside.

"Hello, you must be Ms. Shore!" Linda said respectfully, "As you will see, I absolutely cannot leave the door unlocked. However, I have been awaiting your arrival."

Slightly mollified at this piece of brown nosing, Joan walked past Linda and into her office as though she owned it and Linda were but a low level flunky. Linda pretended to ignore this disrespectful attitude.

Joan sniffed and then asked imperiously, "Is that alcohol I smell?"

Linda smiled brightly and said, "No, I don't drink and I absolutely do not allow any alcohol on the premises."

Before Joan could say anything else, Linda continued confidently, "After all, this is a government funded 'Clinic'. I'm sure you well know that spirits negatively alter judgment and perception."

Joan Shore ignored this and walked around the office, inspecting. When she came to the computer monitor, she noticed the image it projected and stopped to stare.

Chapter Four - Heartless Bean Counter

The monitor was projecting the image of a nude and bound woman. She was struggling helplessly in a standing spread-eagled position. A hood covered her head and further immobilized her.

Joan gasped and said, with indignation, "Pornography, Ms. Mason?"

Linda smiled professionally and said, "No...no that is actually a 'client'. It would be against 'Clinic' rules to leave someone in their predicament unattended."

Linda continued before Joan could speak further, "This 'Clinic' is controversial enough. The therapy is designed toward one purpose. Here we believe in the motto...'The most efficient form of rehabilitation is to heal the criminal mind'".

"All activities are done with that single purpose in mind." Linda continued severely, "The screening process is necessarily strict and the protocols that we follow are there to ensure the safety of both our 'clients' and the D.O.C."

Joan nodded absently and took a seat behind Linda's desk. The image of the bound nude woman seemed to mesmerize the older woman and she found she could not look away.

"What...what is it exactly...that you do here...uh...Ms. M...Mason?" She finally managed to rasp.

"There are several steps toward the successful rehabilitation of a criminal." Linda said calmly as she went and sat in the chair normally reserved for visitors and 'clients'.

Eyeing the narrow focus of 'The Heartless Bean Counter' on the bound nude woman in front, Linda continued mechanically, "The first step is to establish a base line of self control. Once that is done, we take measure to ensure that a better more productive series of life style choices is facilitated by the 'client'." 

When Joan continued to sit silent and still mesmerized by the monitor in front of her, Linda sighed mentally. Then she sat forward and spoke carefully.

"Tonight, we are taking a new 'client's' base line." Linda watched the older woman lick her lips absently as she stared at the monitor.

Linda continued, "Often, they think that they know what to expect. Just as often, they are wrong. Precautions have to be taken to ensure the safety of all concerned."




The Clinic and Disciplining Aaron



Foreword

The fourth story of Linda Mason and her Clinic where the motto is: 'The most efficient form of rehabilitation is to heal the criminal mind'.

The next three stories; 'The Clinic and Disciplining Aaron' (see this first tale below), 'The Clinic and Embracing Servitude' and 'The Clinic and Finding Jane', all take place one after the other on the same day.

The effects of this busy day leave Linda tired, agitated and very, very aroused (a feeling she usually does not give in to). 

This also leaves her vulnerable to attack...

But that is a series of tales best left for 'The Clinic' stories seven, eight and nine.

To repeat myself; in this story, a session with Aaron is described. It's a shorter story than I usually write but it is concise and that is what counts. 

This is a Non- consent / Reluctance style story detailing a Female tormenting a male. It is a non-consent story since the man does not actually recognize what is happening to him (his consent is not informed, therefore it does not apply).

Chapter One -- Aaron Returns 

Linda tended to think of what she did as bringing discipline to the lives of her wayward 'clients'. She was assisting them in her own way. Each exercise had a beginning and an end. Each had a purpose.

Even if the 'clients' didn't know what that purpose was, that was okay.

Linda knew...

It had been several weeks since Linda Mason's 'Clinic' had opened its doors. It had been a very busy time and Linda found her schedule to be an increasingly busy one.

She made it a point to make sure that new clients were 'treated' once a week. Once they had participated in no less than four sessions (or one per week); she'd allow them to be 'treated' once every two weeks.

Linda made ready to receive her first 'Client' of the day. Parolee Aaron Johnson had actually been the 'Clinic's' first. He had done everything required of him during his initial visit and he had attended two more times subsequent to that. If all went well today, Linda would allow him to be 'treated' once every two weeks.

Linda wondered whether he'd be happy with that or not...

His first time had gone predictably. After warming up in the warm exercise room, he had drunk a large glass of drugged water. When he had awoken, a few minutes later, he was bound nude and standing spread-eagled in the 'conditioning room'.

This room was bare but for a desk and chair facing a wall lined with mirrors. There were four powerful winches set into the ceiling and floor across the room from each other. A 'client' would end up spread-eagled in the conditioning room. The mirrors were actually one way glass. An observer could secretly watch as the bound one was 'healed according to the Mason Method'.

His second and third sessions had gone as predicted and Linda was quite confident that he would be very obedient today, as well. Still, she was cautious, having learned the hard way that it was better to be prepared for the worst.

When Aaron showed up this time, he was still as nervous as a young man on a first date to see 'the parents' of his girl. Linda repressed a sigh. She knew that this was not an unusual reaction. None the less, she would have to be careful that he did not become fixated on her.

She had Aaron strip down in the office. When he was done, he was very erect. Linda looked directly at his hardened penis before meeting his eyes.

"You may be proud of this." She began coolly, as she indicated his erection, "But I am in control here. Do not ever forget that!"

Almost as an afterthought, Linda handed him a large glass of water. It was drugged but he did not know that and she had no intention of mentioning it. After all, she had not mentioned it on his previous three visits...

"Drink this!" She ordered him imperiously.

She watched as he chugged it back. She knew from previous experience that it would be at work by the time he was nude and bound in the 'conditioning room'.

Aaron nervously followed her back to the 'conditioning room'. There, she tied him standing and spread-eagled. This time she used the fifth winch set directly above his head. It was attached to a hood with built in ball gag and detachable eye patches. She left the eye patches off as she wanted him to watch what she was going to be doing.

When she was done, he was completely immobile, thanks to a computer program and Ethernet connection that controlled all five winches.

One thing that Linda rarely shared was that every room had hidden cameras. The cameras were all controlled by the computer in the main office or the laptop that Linda kept on a desk in the conditioning room.

Chapter Two -- The Use of Bamboo

She proceeded to masturbate Aaron to the edge of a powerful orgasm. She knew what she was doing and it took only the work of a moment or two to get Aaron very hard. It was another moment or two before she could feel him shaking with the necessary effort to withhold his impending orgasm.

Linda smiled with cruel delight as she gripped his now iron hard erection at its base with one hand. She lightly stroked up his hard shaft with her other hand, not bothering to lubricate him.

She paused slightly as her hand reached the base of the head of his penis, and then she shot her hand up and over the head. 

He was so aroused that he was leaking precum and she could see the veins of his dick as he panted with desire. He shook slightly as she ran her hand up and down his manhood.

She had to stifle a laugh of triumph. 

"A hard man is so good to find...And train!" She thought to herself.

She stroked his erection up and down yet again as she watched him tremble with great effort to withhold his orgasm.

He gasped at the powerful sexual feelings that flooded his nude and bound body. Aaron had to work very hard to remain both silent and still as his tormentress worked her magic upon his too willing body.

It was a losing battle...

She stroked his erection yet again and this time she was rewarded by a gasp as he struggled not to come.

"I said 'NO NOISE!" She suddenly snarled.

Aaron, who had never met anyone like Linda in his life, could feel what little self-control he had slipping away. Shame at his weakness warred with the pleasurable feelings this strange woman brought forth. 

Shame won and he vowed he would not climax until he was given permission.

Linda watched her nude charge struggle not to achieve orgasm without permission, as she firmly and briskly manipulated his throbbing organ. She smiled as she watched him straighten up and tighten his body in response to her expert masturbatory technique.

"You will not resist me. Not today, you don't." Linda thought to herself, "You'll struggle one way or the other!"

Then she took a thin bamboo cane from atop her desk and smiled at his widening eyes as she showed it to him. 

He watched in horrified fascination as she brought her hand back before lashing him across his sensitive erection.

Linda had learned early on that getting struck with a thin bamboo cane was a very unusual experience. It always took a second or two before the person being struck actually felt it.

Aaron felt the blow on his dick and flinched in anticipation but he really didn't feel the burning pain for a second or two. Then he shrieked through the gag and tried valiantly to pull away from the cruel woman and her ruthless bamboo. 

There was no escape and she struck his sensitive and throbbing unit again and again. This time faster and with less time between blows.

He gasped and pulled hard against the cords that held him fast. Eventually he whimpered before he even realized it.

Linda continued to smile cruelly as she gazed at his wounded cock. It was now adorned with red and swollen lash marks where the bamboo had landed. Linda knew that Aaron would be feeling a burning pain burn in his dick for some time to come and it would be both very tender and very sore for days after. 

That was part of the process too... 

Chapter Three -- Where no Bamboo had gone before

She sat in the chair in front of him and as he watched, she stroked him back to iron hardness.

Aaron could feel her hand going up his shaft and back down. Her cuffs held him immobile. Her hands held him immobile. Her will held him immobile. At that moment, if she had set him free, he would still have stayed and obeyed until he collapsed.

Linda knew that his 'treatment' was going well, indeed, he was almost completely her abject slave now...

He groaned and shook with desire and fear as he watched his tormentress bring him to within a stroke of orgasm. He felt helpless to prevent his own arousal and ultimate downfall.

She smiled then and opened her mouth in cruel delight as she picked up the bamboo cane and whipped his cock again. 

He cried out in pain and now growing fear behind the gag. 

"Does she not see what she is doing to me?" He wondered wildly.

His nude and helpless body was held immobile by the unfeeling restraints. He could do nothing but hang before her; nude, bound and helplessly available to her every cruel whim. All he could do was hope she'd take pity on him.

Linda could feel his fear but had no pity left in her. 

"It's for the best!" She said with a soft and cold voice, her eyes never leaving his rampant dick, "Take it like a man!"

"And after all..." She continued softly, her eyes never leaving his erection, "You are here to learn discipline!"

He groaned with effort and she smiled at his discomfort.

She masturbated the bound parolee and stroked him with a velvet touch. 

When she was sure he was about to climax, she carefully whipped his erection. 

He thrashed about and shrieked as the cane landed where no bamboo should go.

When he was soft, she set down the cane before proceeding to masturbate him to hardness, once again. 

He was panting behind his gag and his body was sweating with the effort he was putting forth to deal with his torment.

Her hands seemed to know exactly what to do and Aaron found he was iron hard even though he knew what was coming (and it wasn't going to be him).

He shook his head in fear as she picked up the cane again.

"You know what I want!" She said piously.

A thoroughly vulnerable and very confused Aaron did not know what she wanted.

But he was very, very willing to learn.

Linda could see his capitulation. 

Chapter Four - Orgasm

She brought him off then.

After a couple of minutes of her expert manipulations he cried out that he was going to come and she nodded silently, her burning gaze never leaving his cock as she forced an orgasm from his trembling body.

Stroke, stroke, stroke, her hand expertly masturbated Aaron in ways he had never, ever imagined he would be touched.

She felt his climax start and she could see the slight tremble in him increase until it was a blatant sexual rutting action. She smiled as he groaned erotically and began to hump her hand.

She continued to masturbate her nude and bound charge as he now screamed through his gag that he was going to come. 

She looked up into his wide open eyes as he watched helplessly as she tormented him over the edge. 

She had to struggle to withhold a laugh of delight as he suddenly went rigid in his restraints, his climax have finally taken hold.

He roared and his eyes bulged as he shot and shook while he came. His muscles stood in bold relief as they pulled hard against restraints meant to hold thousands of pounds each.

Linda smiled and continued to carefully stroke his erection as he grunted and thrust against her expertly trained hands.

He shuddered as she kept stroking his dick while he came and came. 

She milked it until; at length, he stopped shaking. 

When she was finished, she cooed about how well he had done. He had cried, more from a release of emotion than anything else but she could see that he did not understand what was happening to him; not really.

She had him make an appointment to see her two weeks hence. She was very aware of the look of disappointment in his eyes when he learned she would not be 'treating' him for fourteen days, instead of the seven he had come to expect.

She coldly and pointedly ignored his disappointment. 

"After all, he is here to be 'treated', it's not like he's simply getting a friendly hand job!" She thought angrily to herself.

She also knew that she was going to working out hard tonight. Aaron's session and been very taxing but it had left her feeling very energetic. 

And the day was not over yet...



The Clinic and Embracing Servitude



Foreword

This is the fifth story of Linda Mason and her Clinic where the motto is: 'The most efficient form of rehabilitation is to heal the criminal mind'.

The three stories titled; 'The Clinic and Disciplining Aaron', 'The Clinic and Embracing Servitude' (see this middle tale below) and 'The Clinic and Finding Jane', all take place one after the other on the same day.

In this story, we watch as Brenda learns to submit to a higher authority.

*

Chapter One -- Brenda's Unexpected Visit

"Brenda, you have no scheduled appointment today." Linda said after she had answered the front door's buzzer and let the now nervous parolee in.

"I...uh...I...I know..." Brenda stuttered, her eyes failing to meet Linda's.

"Look, I can't make my next session. I have to work and I just can't get out of it." Brenda seemed very afraid and with good reason, her last three sessions had each been an ordeal.

"I didn't have your phone number so I just decided to come here and see if I could see..." Brenda ended lamely.

"I understand and of course we can cancel the next session." Began Linda; waiting to see Brenda's reaction before continuing.

Brenda smiled in relief and took a deep breath as she began to thank Linda.

Linda interrupted the woman by saying, "We can do it right now!"

A look of pure terror crossed the young parolee's face as she suddenly gasped, "Oh No, Please No!"

Linda knew exactly why Brenda hesitated. The woman smiled coldly at her young parolee.

"Oh Yes, Right Now!" She commanded.

With that, Linda grabbed the young parolee's arm and twisted it behind her back. Linda marched her detainee back into the conditioning room.

Once they were in the room, Linda spoke.

"You will take a session willingly right now in the 'conditioning room' or you will take a trip back to prison!" Linda said calmly.

"Please! I don't...I can't..." Brenda moaned reluctantly.

Linda shrugged and asked, "You get to choose, Ms. Carlyle...Brenda...Either you take your session now or at your scheduled appointment or you go back to jail for non compliance. What is it going to be?"

Brenda looked down and sighed. When she looked up, it was with a look of pure hatred. None the less, in silence she stripped nude before her cruel tormentress.

In spite of everything that had happened and in spite of her growing hatred for this woman, Brenda felt a small ember of sexual desire glow as she stood nude before a woman who intended to take sexual liberties that Brenda usually denied to everyone else. 

Brenda hated herself for feeling that but was unable to completely stifle it.

Linda was unimpressed by Brenda's hate filled attitude.

She had Brenda drink a glass of colourless, odourless drugged water.

"It's to keep you hydrated!" Linda had announced coldly when Brenda had looked at her questioningly.

Chapter Two -- Conditioning Room Etiquette

 Both women went to the 'conditioning room'. It took Linda the work of a couple of moments to secure a nude Brenda spread-eagled as Aaron had been some scant moments before.

Linda carefully monitored her young charge and watched as the powerful sexual psychotropic went to work. The young woman's eyes began to glaze over and her breathing became laboured. Linda knew her sexuality would be greatly enhanced and she (Brenda) would be helplessly enthralled by its snare.

"I see that you have a bad attitude, Ms. Carlyle." Linda said as she picked up a belt form the desk in front of the nude and spread-eagled woman before her.

"Well, let's see if we can't do something to correct that, okay? " Linda's voice was mild, as though asking someone for directions.

Brenda looked with fear and hatred as she saw the direction that Linda was going. Brenda had looked into her legal rights and at that time, she had only two choices submit or go to jail. It galled her but there wasn't anything she could do about it.

Brenda vowed that later she'd get her own back...

Then she realized she was becoming sopping wet.

"How is that possible?" She asked herself.

Linda stood behind the shapely, nude and bound woman. She drew her hand back and let fly with the belt.

It landed with a wet splat and Brenda shook silently against the pain of the initial lash. 

Linda began to slowly and methodically whip the nude and bound parolee. It wasn't hard enough to make her bleed or even to bruise her. It was just hard enough to ramp up her feelings of helplessness and vulnerability.

At first, Brenda didn't know what to feel and she tried her best to show nothing. That sexual ember that had been lit began to glow and grow. In spite of her best intentions, Brenda found herself becoming even more aroused.

"God I hate this!" Brenda lied to herself, "I wish she'd stop!"

It would have come as quite a shock to her if she could have seen herself. She moaned and groaned and shook as the belt landed. There wasn't enough time to win back her resolve between strokes. The end result was that she was being sexually aroused against her will.

Linda, who knew very well how to arouse someone with a belt, smiled ruthlessly as she whipped the young parolee into a sexual frenzy.

Linda observed her young charge as she whipped the woman. Brenda's vagina was becoming swollen and wet and the best part for Linda was that Brenda was unable to stop it from happening.

Linda stopped momentarily and stepping quickly forward. She reached around to the front and grasped Brenda by the crotch. Brenda gasped at the intimate contact.

Linda stroked Brenda's clit and within a moment, the young parolee was groaning in confused passion much as Aaron had earlier.

"Please Stop That!" Brenda thought desperately to herself.

She steadfastly tried to avoid Linda's eyes.

Linda, who knew exactly what was happening, smiled coldly before stepping back behind the bound woman to continue her whipping.

Back and forth this went, whip and fondle, whip and fondle. There was never enough pain for the parolee to shut down and never enough pleasure to surrender.

Finally, in spite of her own resolve to remain stoic, Brenda cried out as Linda began to stroke her clit. 

Linda read the mounting lust in Brenda, despite the woman's refusal to look into her eyes.

Linda paused and said soothingly, "We are going to take it to the next level now."

Brenda moaned in fear.

Linda stepped forward and stroked the nude and bound parolee's bare back as she intoned, "Its okay, its okay..."

Brenda shook her head and tried desperately to pull away from the other woman's touch. She knew it wasn't okay and it wasn't going to be okay again.

Chapter Three -- Brenda, the Wand and Denial

Linda stepped around to the desk and reaching into a drawer, pulled out a large white wand.

Then she moved to stand directly in front of Brenda, the young parolee could see what she held.

Upon seeing the wand, Brenda's gaze was hypnotically drawn to it. There was nothing else in her universe now, except this monster.

Another low cry escaped before she could stop it.

Finally, she forced her stare away and looked desperately at Linda.

Linda was drinking in the young woman's fear as if it were a fine champagne.

Brenda began to shake her head 'no' as much as the hood would allow. Her eyes were bright with terror. 

Linda nodded 'yes' and sat down in front of the bound woman. She took the wand, turned it on low and gently touched Brenda's very available and very bare, cunt. There was nothing between the wand and Brenda except her furry thatch.

Brenda shuddered with a combination of revulsion and pleasure as the hated device did its dirty business.

Linda could see the war going on inside the bound woman. She knew that in a couple of minutes, the powerful wand would elicit an equally powerful orgasm from her reluctant charge.

What Brenda didn't know was that Linda had a plan...

As Brenda began to approach her orgasm, albeit, reluctantly; Linda spoke.

"Let me know before you come dear...Or I shall be displeased!" She finished the last in a harsh tone that set Brenda's teeth on edge.

Brenda did her best to keep from coming but it was a hopeless battle. When she knew she was going to come, she shouted through the gag.

Linda pulled the vibrating head away from Brenda's cunt.

Before Brenda could do more than wonder what was going on; Linda applied the wand again.

"Tell me! Tell me before you come" Linda warned.

Under the circumstances, Linda thought she was being awfully lenient; she usually preferred to be addressed as 'Ma'am'.

Brenda groaned and tried to pull free of the restraints but she wasn't nearly strong enough. No human was.

She knew what was about to happen but she was helpless to do anything about it. Each time she was going to come, she'd shout and Linda would take away the wand.

Linda played with Brenda for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, she knew that the time had come for the last phase to be implemented.

All was going according to plan...

Chapter Four -- Brenda Surrenders

Linda held the wand against the bound parolee's sensitive cunt and Brenda was forced to surrender to her climax. The powerful sensation surged over her and through her.

She moaned and cried and shook while she pulled helplessly against her cruel bindings.

Linda let the wand stay on Brenda's cunt until she was sure Brenda had finished coming. Only then did she remove it.

Brenda, felt vulnerable and foolish after her climax. She tried her best not to show how shaken she was by what had just happened. 

Then, before she had more than a few seconds to mull over what had happened to her and why she now felt so damaged, Linda did something else to the bound parolee, held so available before her.

Instead of letting her go, Linda forced Brenda through another of the same type of massive forced orgasms. She used the belt, the wand and her own cruel nature to bend her young parolee to her will.

After her second forced orgasm, one that left Brenda feeling as limp as an old rag; Linda stopped and stepped back to survey the young woman.

Brenda hung in her restraints, balling uninhibitedly before Linda untied her. Brenda collapsed to the floor and Linda watched as the woman cried and hugged her nude and newly freed body for several minutes.

When she turned her gaze to stare with venom at her tormentor, she was surprised to see Linda waiting for her with crossed arms, an equally fierce glare of her own and an attitude that brooked no interference.

"How do you put it?' Linda Mason, of 'The Clinic' asked rhetorically, "Oh yes, I remember now. You said that 'I basically got you agreeing to put your life in my hands with no questions asked'. "

Linda let that sit for a moment as she watched Brenda's eyes waver before she added, "I told you that I wanted one hundred percent commitment and you've made a good start here but if you feel that you cannot go on with this course of rehabilitation, I'll call your parole officer Ms Thorn and she'll cancel it."

Linda added lightly, "Of course, it'll be back to prison for you..."

Brenda, who'd, had enough of prison to last her the rest of her life held up her hands in a gesture of surrender.

"No, I'll go along." She said hastily, her face now a fearful mask, "It's just so darn hard, you know?"

Linda nodded, she knew all about hard.



The Clinic and Finding Jane



This is the sixth story of Linda Mason and her Clinic where the motto is: 'The most efficient form of rehabilitation is to heal the criminal mind'.

The three stories titled; 'The Clinic and Disciplining Aaron', 'The Clinic and Embracing Servitude' and 'The Clinic and Finding Jane' (see this last one below), all take place one after the other on the same day.

In this sordid tale, Linda 'helps' Natasha find Jane, again...

*

Chapter One -- Natasha Remembers

After Brenda had left, Linda had barely enough time to freshen up before she had yet another unexpected visitor.

Parole officer Natasha Thorn buzzed at 'The Clinic's' front door. She was the parole officer of both Aaron and Brenda. Her help in providing both clients and favourable reports about 'The Clinic' to her superiors was vital to 'The Clinic' remaining open.

Linda opened it and stepped back allowing Natasha entry.

A very nervous Natasha asked, "Do you have a few moments?"

Linda nodded and let Natasha in.

Linda, who had a pretty good idea of what was coming, smiled coldly and they went back to her office. Linda sat at her desk and Natasha took off her coat and sat in one of the two stacking chairs that were in front of the desk.

Linda watched as Natasha gathered herself to make what Natasha undoubtedly considered to be her 'earth shattering revelation'.

Linda had first allowed Natasha to observe two of her parolee's being 'treated' while Natasha remained hidden and unnoticed in a room with a one way mirror. Natasha had become so sexually aroused she had masturbated to orgasm repeatedly. 

They had been power climaxes and it showed on the hidden cameras that Linda had secretly installed (cameras which had recorded the sexually charged events in every detail).

After she had thought about it, Natasha was very ashamed of her conduct and would have put a stop to Linda's conduct at 'The Clinic'.

There was just one problem...Linda had deliberately recorded the sessions. They were of the parole officer achieving climax as her parolee's were repeatedly sexually tormented until they were forced to achieve climax themselves.

It had only gotten worse when Natasha had confronted Linda. 

Natasha had told Linda that she, Linda would have to shut down 'The Clinic'.

Linda, who had been thoughtful enough to prepare for this eventuality had shown Natasha a recording of the parole officer climaxing.

At first, Natasha had been outraged but Linda was still many steps ahead of the younger woman. Before Natasha knew what was happening, Linda showed her a picture of the newest 'recruit' for 'The Method'. 

Natasha found herself staring at slightly altered picture of herself under the alias 'Jane Down'.

Linda had unobtrusively drugged Natasha then, using a powerful sedative she secreted into a glass of Bourbon she kept in her desk. Linda stripped Natasha and tied her in the conditioning room.

They had waited for the arrival of one of Natasha's superiors. A Department of Corrections career bureaucrat named Joan Shore. 

The fact that Natasha secretly fantasized about sexually submitting to Linda was not such a secret to Linda.

There, in the 'conditioning room', Natasha, now Jane, submitted to Linda while a very enthralled Joan had watched and even participated in using the latest method in dealing with criminals and the criminal mind. Joan had held a vibrating wand on 'Jane's privates.

It had been a powerful moment in Natasha's life (Joan's too for that matter).

Now, here was Natasha in Linda's presence again. Only this time she was completely overwhelmed. She felt like she was in some bizarre twilight zone in which everything was just slightly off.

Chapter Two -- Natasha Doubts

"I...I've come...I mean...I want..."Natasha looked down and paused before trying one more time, "Look, this has gone way too far!"

Her voice shook with emotion and she was unable to even raise her eyes to meet Linda's too direct gaze.

Linda knew where the officer was headed; in spite of her 'good time', Natasha wanted out. 

Unfortunately for Natasha, Linda needed a ruthless parole officer who was 'on board' with 'The Clinic's' agenda. Natasha fit that bill perfectly and Linda wasn't about to let her go without a fight.

And Linda no longer fought fair...

"Natasha... Natty..." Linda spoke softly, as one does to a lover, "I can understand that you are feeling some confusion here."

Natasha, who had not been called 'Natty' for a long time, covered her mouth and looked down as her eyes began to tear up.

"I behaved like a wanton slut! There was no self-control...Oh, Damn it!" Natasha tried not to give into an all out balling session, as she had done earlier that very day.

Linda watched the parole officer struggle with her guilt and knew what it felt like to feel guilty. 

None the less, she knew that Natasha held a very important place in Linda's agenda.

Linda reached down into the desk and pulled out a glass and the bottle of Bourbon. She poured a healthy dose into the glass. She put the bottle back and grasped two other things that she put in the shirt pocket of her white shirt.

Rising to her feet, she walked in stiletto heels until she was standing beside the still crying Natasha. Linda lifted one shapely pant covered leg up and stepped over Natasha's chair. Linda sat down across the arm rests trapping Natasha's arms by her sides.

The end result was that Linda now sat chest to chest with the teary parole officer. 

Natasha sat goggle eyed and not daring to look up. This woman had drugged her, blackmailed her, lied to her and forced her to endure a number of cruel and debasing sexual activities. 

In spite of this or perhaps, because of it, Natasha could feel the beginning of a sexual glow. She was appalled but there it was; an unmistakable sexual tingling.

Before she could speak, Linda reached out with her free hand and touched Natasha's closed lips gently, her eyes focused on that part of the parole officer's face.

Natasha didn't know what to do, so she did nothing at all. She allowed the other woman to caress her face.

Linda cocked her head to one side and let her free hand drop to Natasha's chin. She gently pushed down until the parole officer's mouth hung open.

Linda paused to take a drink as she watched the war that Natasha was waging within herself. Linda added to it by 'rimming' the other woman. That is to say, she took her free hand and traced the shape of Natasha's lips with the tip of her finger.

Natasha's excitement increased and she had to fight not to give in and groan with pleasure.

"This is wrong! I should jump up and leave...Now!" Natasha thought desperately to herself.

But she did not do that. Instead, she surrendered.

Linda smiled as Natasha closed her eyes and sighed at the intimate contact.

"Look at me now, Natty." Linda said softly, intimately.

Natasha opened her eyes and finally looked directly into the other woman's eyes before softly asking, "Please don't call me that...It isn't a name I've never cared for."

Linda smiled with a warmth she didn't feel and continued, "Natasha...I can see that you are overwrought. I want you to take these tranquilizers."

So saying, Linda reached into her pocket and produced the two pills she had taken from the drawer.

Natasha looked at her with such vulnerability and asked, "Are you going to drug me before you fuck me?"

Linda gave her a grave face and nodded silently.

Natasha, who was indeed overwrought and not thinking clearly at all, closed her eyes, stuck out her tongue and took what she thought were the sedatives. She closed her mouth and swallowed.

Linda placed the rim of the glass of Bourbon up to Natasha's mouth.

When Natasha refused to open her lips and take a drink, Linda smiled and reached up with her free hand to pinch Natasha's nose closed.

After a few seconds, Natasha opened her mouth and took a large swig of the dark liquor.

"That was fun." Remarked Linda mildly, as she reached over and placed the glass on the desk behind her.

Turning back to her trapped colleague, Linda smiled benignly.

Natasha could feel her heart pounding like a jackhammer. Her breath was coming in short rapid gasps and she knew, knew that if she touched herself 'there', she'd be sopping wet.

Linda reached forward and grasped the face in front of her with both hands. She kissed Natasha full on the lips. Linda knew how to kiss well and Natasha found herself responding with a passion she never knew she possessed.

Chapter Three -- 'Jane's' Second Session Begins

A few minutes of necking and touching did nothing for Natasha's self-control. The tranquilizers, which were actually very powerful sexual psychotropic agents, had already begun to work their magic but didn't matter much. Natasha was already becoming aroused.

"Just being in her presence is a sexual high!" Natasha thought to herself, "How weird is that?"

Linda could feel the sexual heat in the trapped parole officer's body begin to rise. 

Linda kept touching Natasha's face and caressing her chest as she smiled at the troubled and trapped parole officer. After several more moments, Linda could clearly see the effects of the drugs. 

Natasha's eyes turned glassy and her breathing was becoming more laboured. Her sexual arousal was much more evident, especially to someone who knew what to look for.

Linda stepped off of the other woman suddenly and said firmly, "Get up and strip down. Now...Right here...Before me...Kneel and put your hands behind your head."

To a drugged and confused Natasha, everything that Linda said seemed to be an erotically charged command. She got to her feet and proceeded to do as she was told.

Linda stepped forward and commanded, "Suck my fingers...Use your tongue!"

Natasha did as she was told. She felt overwhelming sexual tension continuing to build in her lower abdomen.

Linda commanded her to get to her feet.

It was the work of five minutes to take Natasha to 'the conditioning room' and restrain her as she had Aaron and Brenda, earlier that same morning.

Linda looked into the bound and now gagged Natasha's eyes before she said, "Now Jane...I can see that it is noted in your file that you are unresponsive to standard corrections."

Linda smiled before she continued, "Therefore, we are going to have to take this to the next level!"

A drugged Natasha smiled beneath her hood with delicious anticipation but outwardly, she shook her head and body in a blatant act of defiance.

"I can play the defiant one with the best of them." She thought.

Linda smile benevolently again before taking up the belt and standing behind Jane/ Natasha. She wound up and lashed her helpless charge across her very firm posterior.

A drugged Jane/Natasha gasped and groaned as she tightened up against the erotic pain.

The belt landed again and again. 

Jane / Natasha began to cry out, as much in pain as in passion.

Linda stopped whipping her, only to step forward and grasp the other woman's nipple with her free hand.

She twisted it and Jane/Natasha cried out at the sensation.

Linda went back to whipping the innocent woman's behind. Faster and faster Linda went, deliberately shortening the interval between strokes. 

Jane/Natasha struggled to keep up but failed. At length she was crying out for mercy.

Linda, ever the attentive tormentress, stepped forward and reaching around to Natasha /Jane's front caressed her clit, as she had done to Brenda earlier that day.

Jane / Natasha gasped and groaned, the sexual feelings overwhelming her naturally cautious nature. The fact that she had been in this place doing these things added to and was enhanced by the powerful drugs that now coursed through her system. So overwhelmed was she, that she didn't know what was happening to her.

Linda knew what was happening...

Linda could feel the nude and bound woman start to hump back against the intimate contact. She smiled to herself and letting go, stepped back to her former position and began to whip Jane / Natasha again.

Linda could feel her own pleasure at tormenting Jane / Natasha, as she had when she tormented Brenda earlier that day. 

She continued to use her belt to torment the drugged and helpless parole officer she was blackmailing.

Linda called the technique 'whip and fondle', as that was an accurate description of the events that took place. It worked on both men and women but she preferred to use it on women. 

With men she preferred using masturbation and alternate it with the use of the bamboo cane across her 'client's' privates or 'the stroke and the lash', as she called it. 

"Perhaps I'll use 'the stroke and the lash' on Jane / Natasha later." She mused to herself, "She certainly looks ready for it."

Linda watched carefully as Jane / Natasha writhed erotically against both her restraints and the belt as it landed with a wet slap on her tender and vulnerable flesh.

Linda continued the 'whip and fondle' technique on Jane / Natasha without mercy, much as she had on Brenda earlier. 

However, Linda recognized an opportunity when she saw one. Jane / Natasha had allowed herself to be placed in this drugged and bound state. 

Linda believed that Jane / Natasha secretly wanted to be her (Linda's) sexual plaything. Linda intended to make the most of this opportunity.

Linda was very careful in using her belt on the bound woman. Just as she didn't tie the woman too tight, she didn't whip her too hard. The important thing was to bring Jane / Natasha into a state of sexual frenzy. The point was to make it a state she'd want to visit often.

After bringing Jane / Natasha to the brink several times Linda knew that it was time to take it to the next level.

Chapter Four -- Jane's Torment Continues

Jane / Natasha was in such a state that it took several seconds for her to realize that she was no longer being whipped or touched by her attentive yet cruel tormentress.

She opened her eyes (she hadn't recalled closing them) and saw Linda standing in front of her. 

Linda was smiling warmly and holding a handful of something the gleamed sliver and black in one hand.

Linda carefully looked down and grasping one of the items in her hand, she looked at it as she raised it up for Jane / Natasha to see. Then she carefully turned her head and looked the nude and helplessly bound parole officer in the eye.

Her look seemed to say, "Look what I have for you!"

Jane / Natasha's stomach did a bit of a lurch as she recognized the tiny clamps and where the must be going next.

In her drugged state, she screamed in fear and passion. She shook her head in a defiant 'NO" gesture.

Linda lowered her eyes and smiled while nodding 'YES'!

Jane / Natasha watched in horrified fascination as Linda attached one clamp to one breast.

She groaned as the cold hard teeth bit angrily into her bare nipple.

She shook her head when she saw that Linda was busy attaching another clamp to her other nipple.

Jane / Natasha quickly realized that shaking her body intensified the pain tenfold and she did her best to remain absolutely still.

When Linda sighed and stepped back to survey her work, Jane / Natasha was sure she was done. She wasn't...

Jane / Natasha groaned in fear as she watched Linda kneel in front and taking another clamp, begin to attach it to Jane / Natasha's labia.

The bound woman gasped in pain and shrieked as the fourth and last clamp bit into the other labia.

Linda stepped back and smiled cruelly as she surveyed her work.

Jane / Natasha could feel waves of pain centered in the four clamps as they cruelly bit into her. With every breath and every shake, the pain intensified.

Even in her drug induced state, she was unable to hold on for more than a minute.

"PLEASE...PLEASE..."She gargled behind the gag.

Linda stepped forward and said softly, "But we aren't done here, Jane."

Jane / Natasha reiterated her plea and Linda, looking dissatisfied (but feeling very pleased) nodded and very carefully removed the clamps one at a time.

Jane / Natasha gasped in relief and tried to thank her tormentress.

When she was done, Linda added warningly, "Ma'am! I prefer to be addressed as Ma'am."

Jane / Natasha was quick to burble that out from behind her gag.

"Well, its time to take this to its final phase, Jane!' Linda said solemnly.

So saying, Linda opened a drawer on her desk and removed the wand.

Jane / Natasha looked at it with a mixture of fear and excitement. The clamps had done much to agitate her and at the same time, calm down her sexual frenzy.

Linda, who knew exactly what was happening to the drugged up and bound woman, smiled as she sat down close to the very available cunt of Jane / Natasha.

She was careful about applying lubrication to the head of the wand before she applied the wand to the bound woman's tender parts.

It took only the work of a moment for Jane / Natasha to feel herself on the brink of an orgasm.

She called out that she was going to come, only to have her tormentress cruelly pull the wand away.

A few seconds later Jane / Natasha felt the business end of the wand again.

This went on for several minutes before Linda could see that despite her attitude, Jane / Natasha was at the end of her endurance. 

Linda held the wand against the woman's bare cunt and listened and watched.

Jane / Natasha felt the climax coming and expected the wand to be taken away. It wasn't and her explosive orgasm took away all cogent thought. She screamed and thrashed about helplessly.

Five orgasms later, Linda finally relented. Jane / Natasha promptly passed out.

Linda untied the nude woman, picked her up carefully and placed her over a shoulder. Linda walked into the recesses of 'The Clinic". She walked back to one of the holding cells there. Cells she had built but told no one about.

Linda laid the nude and now unconscious woman on a bed and covered her with a blanket.

"She'll be out for a good thirty minutes, I'll bet." Linda said to her self.

"Still, it's better to be safe than sorry." She added silently.

Then she attached an ankle cuff to one of Jane / Natasha's shapely ankles and checked to make sure the other end of the chain was secured to the wall.

She left the room thinking, "I'd better eat before I get another visitor..." 



The Clinic and Gris Gris



Foreword

The Internet has a spelling, pronunciation and a definition for the Cajun term 'gris gris'.

It is spelled 'gris gris' but it is pronounced 'gree gree' and it is used when someone is said to put a curse on someone else; as in 'she put da gree gree on me'.

That's as good a description for what follows as any.

It seems appropriate to use a Cajun French phrase in the title considering that the villain of the piece, Marie, is a psychopathic 'Cajun Queen' (a woman of Acadian French descent who was born and raised in the Louisiana Bayou Country). What she does to Linda could be considered a curse.

Her husband is also a Cajun.

But then, Linda's mother is from there, and this would make Linda part Cajun. And so is...

But I am getting ahead of myself; you'll have to read the three (soon to be published) prequels to find the rest out. 

If you don't care about the plot; the nasty stuff starts with Chapter Five (near the bottom of page one).

The next three stories of 'The Clinic' are titled, 'The Clinic and Gris Gris' (see below), "The Clinic and Heartless Cruelty' and 'The Clinic and Indecent Acts'.

They describe what happens when Linda's past comes back to haunt her and how she resolves her issues concerning it. 

At this point, 'The Clinic' has been open for a month.

However, some readers may be interested to know that all six sequential stories starting with 'The Clinic and Disciplining Aaron' and ending with 'The Clinic and Indecent Acts' all take place on the same day.

I'm a sucker for happy endings so even though there will be suffering (of the naughty kind); it'll all work out for the best in the end. If this is not to your taste...Don't say you weren't warned.

Chapter One -- Worrisome

Department of Corrections Supervisor Joan Shore was a worried woman. She sat back and reviewed her options. 

There was a special clinic under federal jurisdiction that was a priority with her. She had called it this morning only to be hung up on. After checking to see she had the right number, she had redialled, only to have the answering machine pick up her call.

In her most professional voice, she identified herself and had left a message asking that her call be returned, "As soon as possible, please".

In spite of assurances to the contrary, Joan believed she had real reasons to worry if something was amiss with this clinic (see 'The Clinic and Certification').

"It is about a four hour drive from here." Joan thought before deciding.

She told her office that she was going to 'inspect' the clinic and that any phone calls from there should be forwarded as soon as possible.

Then she got in her car and started on the four hour drive to see what the hell was wrong and why no one had answered the phone a second time after first hanging up on her. 

"After all, it's the middle of the day!" She reasoned, "There must be someone there. Why hadn't they picked up?"

"It's too bad that I can't just phone and get the local authorities to check." Joan thought worriedly to herself, "But I just don't know what else they might find out."

Chapter Two -- Back at 'The Clinic'

The Clinic had been a former meat packing plant that sat in a mostly deserted industrial neighbourhood. Linda Mason had used her personal fortune to have it rebuilt and soundproofed to her specifications. 

Linda had wanted to ensure that no one would accidentally wander in and see what she was up to. She had succeeded beyond her wildest expectations.

Minutes before Joan Shore called 'The Clinic', Linda Mason was busy.

Linda had been busy all morning. She had disciplined Aaron Johnson, (the clinic's first client), then there had been two unscheduled visits from Brenda Carlyle (her second client) and then from their parole officer Natasha Thorn.

All three sessions had gone as well as Linda could have wanted. 

"After all..." She reasoned to herself, "'The most efficient form of rehabilitation is to heal the criminal mind'." 

She took stock of the situation as she sat at her desk and reviewed her day. 

The first two cases were easy, in part, because both people were convicted felons. Aaron Johnson was all but her unconditional slave. Brenda was reluctant but did as she was told.

Natasha was a different case. Linda needed the various resources and abilities that the parole officer had access to.

There was also something else; a certain something that Linda didn't look too closely at.

Now, Natasha lay unconscious, nude and shackled by her ankle in a cell, deep in the recesses of 'The Clinic' (read about it in 'The Clinic and Finding Jane'). 

Linda had been very cruel and manipulative to the parole officer. Linda had blackmailed the parole officer, drugged her, and sexually tormented her more than once. 

In spite of it or perhaps because it was so naughty, Natasha seemed to be slipping more and more under Linda's control, as well. This bothered Linda but she couldn't quite put her finger on why (she was bothered).

Linda was so engrossed in her review; she didn't hear the front door to the clinic being jimmied open. Her first inclination that something was wrong was four hooded figures bursting into her office, one with a gun drawn.

At first, Linda was a bit nonplussed. It was too out of the ordinary for her to feel even shock, just a little surprised.

"How did they get past the buzzer?" She wondered to herself.

Then her reflexes kicked in and she started to rise.

The one with the gun stepped forward, pointed the handgun at her said,"Uh, uh!"

Linda glanced at the odd looking handgun the hooded figure held and recognized it as some sort of tranquilizer weapon. 

Without really thinking about it, she moved around the desk to better prepare herself to take advantage of any mistake her attackers might make.

It was the wrong move. The hooded figure with the tranquilizer weapon shot her in the thigh and she collapsed.

The four removed their hoods. There were actually two men and two women. 

One of the women looked at the other women and said, "Secure the door."

At that point, the phone rang. The woman with the gun stepped over to the phone. She picked it but said nothing. After a moment, she hung it back up. 

She looked at the unconscious Linda and said to the two men, "Bring her!"

The woman, who was obviously in charge, marched further into 'The Clinic' as though she owned it. The two men dragging the unconscious Linda between them followed. Behind them, the last of the four came along.

Just after all four attackers and Linda had left the room, the phone rang again. This time, the answering machine picked it up. 

When it was done recording, the machine blinked red, indicating that a message was waiting...

Chapter Three -- "You've Come a Long Way" 

When Linda regained consciousness, she was nude, bound spread-eagled in her own 'conditioning room'. It was a large bare room with mirrored glass along one wall. 

Four winches held cables that were extended and attached to cuffs on Linda's arms and legs. Linda was bound spread-eagle and held securely. 

There was a desk that sat sideways in front of Linda and a laptop that sat on the desk.

The laptop controlled many of the functions of 'The Clinic'. Some of these functions were apparent (like the controls for the winches) and some were not. 

A fifth winch held a hood and it too was attached. The hood was complete with inflatable ball gag and it was now fully inflated.

Linda's attackers were careful to leave a bit of slack in the cables. It wouldn't due to hurt the prize. Not until it was a deliberate act.

Linda was both furious and afraid. A million questions buzzed through her as she hung vulnerable in her restraints. Restraints that she had prepared to keep reluctant clients from resisting. 

The four figures had taken off their hoods and she could plainly see that there were two men and two women. She was actually, quite worried that they let her see their faces. If they had remained hidden, she would have felt better; more like this was some sort of burglary. 

Instead, it felt to Linda, like they intended to stick around for awhile.

The cruel irony of the situation was not lost on her. Here she was, alone, nude, bound and at the mercy of people who not only had no mercy but obviously intended to enjoy her suffering. And not only was there nothing she could do about it but she had set this situation up; although not for this purpose.

The woman who had been sitting at the desk in front of Linda and examining Linda's laptop lifted her head and smiled.

Linda gasped in shock and the woman smiled with cruel delight.

"Ah, I can see that you remember me, Cher." The woman said with a distinct Cajun accent, "Here I was; thinking you had forgotten all about your cousin, Marie."

Linda couldn't speak because of the ball gag but her eyes spoke volumes.

"You're dead!" They seemed to say, "I saw you go into that alligator infested swamp. A later search turned up no clue and it was assumed that you were killed!"

Marie smiled as if she had heard every unspoken word before she answered, "There was more than one...How do you say...Close call!"

Marie paused, savouring her nude and bound cousin's shock before she continued, "But as you can see, here I am. No doubt you have questions but they will have to wait."

Linda could see that Marie had no intention of ever answering them.

Marie paused to look down at the laptop monitor, as if savouring some particularly juicy tidbit.

"I can see that you have come a long way from that timid little girl that I found necessary to instruct." Marie said mockingly. 

Linda growled in real anger from behind her gag; her eyes blazed with impotent rage as she remembered the last time she had been with her long lost cousin. It hadn't been a good time for Linda.

Marie continued, as though nothing were amiss; as though she and Linda were merely old friends, just catching up.

"I came across you quite by accident but...We have been watching you, darling and I must say; I am very impressed!" Marie gave Linda a genuine smile."

Linda wondered how this creature had found her. Linda had been so careful, so watchful. 

Obviously, she had not been careful enough! 

Now, it seemed, she was going to rue her lack of care. 

Marie, reading her nude and bound cousin's regret continued lightly, "So I thought to myself; why don't I go and call on my cousin Linda?"

Linda took a deep breath and did not fail to notice Marie's eyes as they followed her bare and rather full breasts rise and fall with each breath.

Linda had good reason to remember that Marie liked women, in more ways than one. Linda also remembered that Marie 'liked a little leather in her loving'.

Chapter Four -- Great Plans

Marie paused, smiling in anticipation before she spoke again, "Allow me to introduce you to my friends."

"This is my husband Jacques...You remember him?" Marie motioned to one of the men who stepped forward to glare at the bound Linda, "And this is my new friend Francine and her husband Jacob."

Linda remembered that Marie controlled her husband utterly, like she controlled everything else in her life. 

Linda had slowly come to realize that Marie liked to control all who entered her life. Marie used sex, blackmail, drugs; whatever was handy as long as it left her in a position of complete control.

Marie was also a dangerous and vindictive person to cross; something else that Linda had come to realize too late.

Linda watched Marie, trying to still the growing knot of fear in her stomach. That she was going to suffer was not in question. It was just a case of how much...

"A Cher, I had such great plans but no way to execute them without so much work...And then...To find this place." Marie paused for effect before continuing, "From the magazine I found you in, I have just been studying your method for, how did you say it...Oh Yes! 'The most efficient form of rehabilitation is to heal the criminal mind'." Marie nodded at the laptop as she spoke, "I know you must have come a long way; in order to build this soundproofed 'private prison'."

"I have been watching you...Studying you and what you do here. I can see that this is serious work and that you have been working very hard! Maybe you need a rest, no?" Marie asked rhetorically.

Linda, knowing what Marie was obviously building up to, tried to feel as calm as possible. That was very difficult under the circumstances.

Marie, seeing her nude and bound cousin trying to remain calm turned to her husband, "Jacques, can you not see that my beloved cousin is very tense? Why don't you take your belt and help her relax?"

Jacques smiled coldly as he deliberately removed his belt in front of the nude and bound woman.

Linda did her best to show them nothing but it was becoming increasingly difficult. She knew what they were going to do and she could only hope they wouldn't find the sexual psychotropics. Drugs she used to enhance the sexual experiences of her 'clients'. 

The drugs had been originally developed as both a powerful truth agent and effective hypnotic. 

Linda had stumbled across the man who had originally discovered what the drug was capable of. (The story of how she got him to talk and what he said makes for an interesting tale all by itself.)

Linda tended to think of the drug as a number of different chemicals instead of one drug.

Their effects on human sexuality had been merely a side effect. Effects that Linda had come to know and use to her own ends.

If these drugs were given to her, Linda would be in serious trouble. The drugs would enhance Linda's sexual desire and reduce her ability to resist. 

Linda wouldn't be much more than a sexual plaything in the hands of a band of ruthless psychopaths.

Suddenly, Marie turned sharply to Jacques and called him over to the laptop monitor. They watched it intently for a couple of minutes. There was a rapid fire exchange in Cajun French and Jacques disappeared back into the office of 'The Clinic'.

Linda suddenly felt a slow sick feeling in her stomach. She realized that Marie had just seen one of the various times her 'clients' would have passed out after Linda had drugged them. 

Someone of Marie's experience would know when she saw someone pass out in that manner, that they had been drugged.

Marie looked at her as though she had caught Linda trying to keep a small and unimportant secret.

"I can see that you 'assist' your clients." Marie nodded and continued, "Very well! We shall assist you too!"

Jacques returned with a small medical box; the one that Linda kept in a drawer in her desk in her office.

Linda groaned and Marie smiled.

"What do we have here? Ah, it's a soluble drug...And a way that it can be injected!" Marie smiled at Linda's obvious discomfort, "How thoughtful to keep a supply on hand."

It took the woman the work of a couple of moments to fill the syringe and then inject Linda with it.

Linda tried to look away but at Marie's order, Jacques grabbed her (Linda's) head and forced her to watch the needle go in.

Linda stifled a groan but she knew that Marie would have seen (and been thrilled by) the pain she (Marie) had caused. 

Marie then turned the laptop so the bound Linda could see it clearly. There was the recording of Linda tormenting a nude and bound felon named 'Jane'. The recording not only showed 'Jane' reaching climax; it also showed Linda's face. It captured her smile (Linda's) of cruel delight as she tormented the apparently 'convicted' felon over and over.

"I can see that you learned the lessons I tried so hard to teach you my sweet one." Marie spoke softly, intimately and placed her head a scant few inches from her nude and bound cousin.

Marie paused to drink in the other woman's drug enhanced fear before continuing coldly, "You took everything I had...But that was then...Today is different...Today is payday!"

Marie looked at her bound cousin and said softly, "Now...I will take all you have...I will use you to satisfy my sexual desires..."

Marie paused to smile cruelly before continuing, "And when I am done with you...I am going to sell you."

Marie paused meaningfully before adding, "And there nothing you can do about it! I will make you come for your new owner...Many times! And we all know that there is nothing you can do about that either!"

Linda had to work hard to stifle a shudder of fear. She knew that Marie was quite capable of these horrific deeds. When they first met, Marie had very nearly succeeded in doing this very thing to her.

Marie paused to look around the 'conditioning room' in 'The Clinic' before adding, "And once you are gone, I will have all this as my new home."

Marie looked thoughtful for a moment before continuing to mock her nude and bound cousin, "You'll be gone but I promise I'll come and visit you often. I'm sure your new owner will make time available for me. Maybe I'll make it a condition of sale!"

Marie smiled cruelly at Linda's growing horror and revulsion.

Marie Allard had often been called an extraordinarily beautiful woman. Usually by people who did not know her. For once anyone got to know Marie, they either became a pawn in one of her games or they fled.

Linda was one of the very few who had ever thwarted her, and then, only by the slimmest of margins.

Linda looked at this cruel woman with dead eyes and saw the malice behind them.

Linda did her best to stifle a groan of despair but everyone in the room knew her resistance was quickly coming to an end.

Chapter Five -- It Begins for Linda

Linda's four attackers watched with cruel patience for the drug to make its effects fully known. When one of them would have touched Linda before she was completely high, Marie snapped at him harshly.

The man, Jacob, backed off but within ten minutes, Linda could feel the drug beginning to work.

Her revulsion for these monsters remained but beneath it all, a tiny kernel of sexual desire began to grow. Linda was appalled, even though she knew it was just an effect of the drug.

Marie, who was watching her cousin attentively, smiled as Linda's eyes became glazed, her breathing became laboured and her muscles relaxed.

Marie smiled at these reactions and turned to her husband and said.

"Now...Now you may you may 'assist' my beloved cousin." Marie spoke softly but with real venom. 

Jacques smiled at the nude and bound woman as he stepped in front of her. He made a show of waggling his belt in front of her. Jacques delighted in watching her eyes grow wide and fearful when she realized he was going to be using his leather right then.

If Linda had not been drugged, she would have shown her captors nothing; a fact that was lost completely on Jacques but not on Marie.

Marie smiled as she watched her husband move until he was standing directly behind the spread-eagled nude and bound Linda.

Marie watched her helpless cousin's bare breasts rise and fall with an ever growing quickness. Marie could feel a lush sexual glow surge and grow as she watched her bound cousin's fear war with sexual passion.

Marie didn't know exactly what this drug did but that didn't really matter. What mattered to Marie were the results. Linda would suffer and Marie would witness it.

"That is a perfect result..." Marie thought to herself.

Jacques drew back the belt. 

Linda, hearing it whisper through the air, tightened her body in anticipation of it fiery kiss.

Marie smiled in cruel anticipation, as she sat at the desk. A scant few inches from her nude and bound cousin's spread-eagled body.

Just as the tension of the moment was reaching its peak, Jacques let fly and the belt snapped through the air. It landed lightly but with a wet splat on Linda's bare and rather muscular butt.




The Clinic and Heartless Cruelty



Foreword

The three stories of 'The Clinic' titled: 'The Clinic and Gris Gris', 'The Clinic and Heartless Cruelty' (see below) and 'The Clinic and Indecent Acts' are the last stories of the first series about 'The Clinic' (outside of a three story prequel, which will follow).

Although it is a stand-alone tale; this story; 'The Clinic and Heartless Cruelty', is a continuation of 'The Clinic and Gris Gris' (pronounced gree gree). 

'About The Drug', is a brief description of this convenient plot device. (I found good reasons to use it throughout this series.)

'Thus Far', is a synopsis of the entire series to this point. If you have been keeping up, then you might want to skip this part. It is about six hundred words long and ends part way down the first page. 

'Chapter One -- Gaining Marie's Trust', is new material related to plot development.

'Chapter Two -- A Belt for Linda', begins the naughtiness with explicit sexual depictions of a non-consenting and reluctant nature. 

BE ADVISED: I read a lot at Literotica (vote a lot too). The series that I have written here has a happy ending; so if that is not to your taste...Don't say you weren't warned!

About the drug: 

It's a plot device. It does not actually exist.

This fictional 'drug' was supposedly developed by a clandestine government organization, as a powerful truth agent and hypnotic (weakening the will of the user). 

The tale of how it came to be and how Linda Mason got a hold of it are part of the three prequel tales that follows 'The Clinic and Indecent Acts'. 

An immediate but unexpected side effect of this drug is that it is a sexual psychotropic (specifically, it enhances sexual feelings). 

In the series, it may be taken orally, either by itself or in a glass of water. 

It may also be taken by injection. 

This fictional 'drug' may also be administered in conjunction with fast acting sedatives or alcohol without fear of causing the subject to do more than feel sleepy.

This fictional drug is fast acting and generally leaves the users system within two to three hours. 

Thus Far:

Linda Mason has opened 'The Clinic' with its motto: 'The most efficient form of rehabilitation is to heal the criminal mind'. 

A former meat packing plant is in a nearly deserted industrial park. 'The Clinic' is a place dedicated to sexually tormenting convicted felons under the guise of 'rehabilitating' them. It has been open for about a month.

Linda usually drugs her 'clients', restrains and gags them spread-eagled in her soundproofed and mirrored conditioning room. She forces them to bend to her will with a methodical program of torture. This includes bondage, whipping, orgasm denial followed by a forced orgasm or two and (sometimes) post orgasm stimulation.

Natasha, in her role as a parole officer, has continued to supply 'clients' to Linda since the clinic opened. 

When it was apparent that Natasha was about to close 'The Clinic', Linda took action.

Linda blackmailed, surreptitiously drugged and then 'rehabilitated' the parole officer under the alias 'Jane' (see 'The Clinic and Certification' for full details). 

In effect, Linda initiated a clandestine sadomasochistic lesbian affair with parole officer Natasha Thorn. The one time event turned into a regular occurrence. 

Natasha, in her alternate identity as 'Jane', has continued to submit sexually to Linda numerous times since the initial event. 

These numerous times are far more than a simple case of blackmail would necessitate.

Linda has deliberately manipulated the woman. Jane / Natasha has gone along, albeit sometimes reluctantly.

At the same time, Linda had also involved an influential Department of Corrections Supervisor named Joan Shore. 

Joan has been able to provide greater official government sanction to 'The Clinic' and what happened there. Because of Joan's influence, the activities that took place at 'The Clinic' were now officially listed as 'therapy'. 

Linda believed that this would help stifle the allegations of any recalcitrant 'clients' (should any decide to complain). The end result, for Linda, was that she could continue do as she pleased.

This morning, Linda gave 'rehabilitation' sessions to three people one after the other. The last of these sessions was, again, to Jane / Natasha. When Linda was done she left Jane / Natasha nude, shackled and unconscious in a cell deep within 'The Clinic'.

Then, in a surprising turnabout move, Linda was ambushed by her thought-to-be-dead arch nemesis Marie Allard. Marie and her gang had cruelly used Linda. They had drugged, stripped, bound and raped Linda. They had also forced her to orgasm for their pleasure. 

Partway through their mistreatment of Linda, they discovered Natasha, nude, shackled and semi conscious in a cell, deep within 'The Clinic'. Natasha was released but she too, is still in the clutches of Marie and her gang.

The only up side to this for Linda and Natasha is that Marie does not know who Natasha really is. Marie thinks that Natasha is a convicted felon named 'Jane'. For Linda and Natasha, it is a slim edge at best...

To make matters even worse, Department of Corrections Supervisor Joan Shore has left her office to 'inspect' 'The Clinic'. 

No one at 'The Clinic' knows of Joan's plans, although Joan's office does.

If Marie captures Joan, the police will eventually become involved and 'The Clinic' and its activities will come under public scrutiny, something Linda would prefer to avoid. 

If Joan sees Marie but is able to get away, she (Joan) will summon law enforcement officers and the same thing will happen.

Linda will have to be both cunning and lucky to escape and prevail against Marie and her three henchmen. She will also have to do it quickly...

Chapter One -- Gaining Marie's Trust 

Natasha, still in a semi drugged state, stood nude but unbound in the 'conditioning' room of 'The Clinic'. She had been awakened a few minutes before by a man and a woman, both of whom were unknown to her. They had unshackled her and dragged her, nude but unbound back to the 'conditioning room'.

Only the nude woman, who stood bound spread-eagled and hooded was familiar to the parole officer. It was 'The Clinic's' director, Linda!

Natasha was still recovering from the effects of the drug and a 'rehabilitation' session as 'Jane'. Still, the sight of her tormentress nude bound and at the mercy of these strangers, helped to clear Natasha's head quickly.

In the 'conditioning room' she looked around at the four strangers. The two women and two men seemed seedy and down at the heels. There was an unhealthy aura about them. Natasha felt as if she needed a bath simply by being in their presence.

One of the four strangers was an extraordinarily beautiful woman. Judging from the way she stood and the look on her face, she was in charge. When she spoke, her leadership was confirmed for Natasha.

The woman who spoke with an accent that Natasha couldn't quite place asked, "You are Jane, no?"

When Jane / Natasha had first entered the 'conditioning room', everyone had looked at her nude body, expectantly. This was especially true of the woman who had asked her if she was 'Jane'. 

After a minute, she found their stares going back to the bound director...

Jane / Natasha, looking at these four predators, suddenly had a clear insight (despite the befuddling side effects of the drug). 

She knew that she could whine and wheedle her way out of this spot without too much trouble. These people thought she was a convicted felon named 'Jane'. With a little luck, she could get free and come back with help.

But that would leave Linda nude, bound and helpless before attackers who were obviously up to no good.

Natasha chose... 

Natasha, improvising, smiled with a grin that was altogether too wide to be polite, "Yeah...I'm Jane. Let me guess...Payback is a bitch and today is payday!"

The woman looked at her with cool authority and asked, "What makes you say that?"

Jane / Natasha looked at the woman with obvious surprise before saying, "What, are you kidding?"

Jane / Natasha gestured at the nude and bound Linda before continuing, "Do you know what this bitch was doing to me earlier today?"

The woman shrugged, as if to say that she hadn't a clue.

Jane / Natasha wasn't buying it. She knew that Linda was in some serious trouble here. Unless she (as 'Jane') could convince these four creatures that she was one of them, things would deteriorate for Linda.

Jane / Natasha looked down, sighed and did a mental review of the file that Linda had made up concerning 'Jane' for the Department of Corrections files.

These were files that were on the laptop at the woman's fingertips.

Jane / Natasha made it a point to look up with righteous indignation, "All I did was to defend myself in a nightclub. Suddenly I'm in the joint for five years for assault causing bodily harm. When I get a chance for an early parole, I jump at it." 

Jane /Natasha put a whine in her voice. It was the same kind of whine she had heard from her parolees far too often.

"A condition of parole is to report to this...this hellhole and get tortured by this bitch!" Jane / Natasha made herself sound as much like a victim as she could, complete with petulant voice and innocent face.

"Don't get me wrong!" Jane / Natasha said suddenly, "I mean, I LIKE girls. You know what I mean? But I like to choose who I touch and who can touch me."

Jane / Natasha paused before continuing, "This bitch likes to hurt me! Then she tells me it's for my own good! Fucking Hypocrite!"

Jane / Natasha glared at the nude and bound spread-eagled Linda,"Yeah, I'm talking about You!"

Jane / Natasha stepped closer to her nude tormentress and looked her square in the eye. She paused for a moment and sneered at the bound woman (while silently willing her to understand what was needed.)

Then, in soft clear voice that all could hear, Jane / Natasha meant it when she said, "You Are So Fucked!"

Linda, heavily drugged, was finally able to clear away the mental cobwebs the sexual psychotropics in her system produced. She realized what Natasha was trying to do.

She realized that she would have to play her part in this deception, as well.

Linda had seen how people acted when under the influence of this drug. She made her eyes go wide, as if she had no self control. She thrashed about, as if in fear and mewed through her gag.

Jane / Natasha turned slightly to face Marie and smiled knowingly. 

Marie had the beginnings of a cruel smile on her face.

"Come here, Cher." Marie said to Jane / Natasha, "Give us a kiss."

Marie pronounced the word Cher as 'Sha' and Natasha finally realized that the woman had to be from the Cajun Bayou country of Louisiana. The unusual accent and colloquial French words were the giveaway clues, as to Marie's origins.

Jane / Natasha smiled and stepped close to the other woman. Even though she didn't want to, she knew that she had to do two things. She had to kiss this predator with real enthusiasm and she had to let Marie believe that she (Marie) was in charge.

Marie stepped forward quickly and grabbed both of the parole officer's hands. Marie forced them both down and back behind Jane / Natasha's back. Marie then held them firmly with one hand. She used her other hand to grab a handful of Jane / Natasha's hair and pulled the woman's head back.

Jane / Natasha had a pretty good idea of what was coming next. She could have fought back and easily broken out of the hold. But she would have been alone against four aggressors.

Instead, she smiled and opened her mouth slightly as Marie pulled her head back. Jane / Natasha felt the other woman's lips brush hers before they laid a fierce claim upon her.

What Jane / Natasha wanted to do was pull away or strike out. Being unable to do either, she deepened the kiss, pushing her tongue into Marie's mouth.

Marie groaned with passion and pushed back with her own tongue.

Back and forth they kissed; the parole officer and the predator. Finally, Marie broke the kiss and smiled coldly.

Jane / Natasha knew what was coming before the other woman spoke.

"Would you like a piece of this bitch before we sell her?" Marie asked.

Chapter Two -- A Belt for Linda

Jane / Natasha, still in the grip of Marie, nodded submissively.

Still holding Jane / Natasha, Marie smiled coldly before saying, "By the way, I am Marie."

Jane / Natasha nodded in acknowledgement.

She didn't bother to introduce the others and Jane / Natasha didn't bother to ask.

Marie let her go and stepping back, gestured to a man that Jane / Natasha only now realized was naked but for a condom on a now deflating erection. She had not really seen him before because he had been standing behind the bound Linda.

The naked man reached down to the floor and picking up a belt stepped forward to hand it to Jane /Natasha.

All four looked expectantly at Jane / Natasha and she realized that she had not really earned anyone's trust yet.

She took the proffered belt and nodded her thanks, as if she had been offered a drink at a party. She did it with confidence and savvy. 

She smiled at Linda and waggling her eyebrows before saying, "This is going to be real satisfying!"

At that point, Marie said, "Jane..."

She raised the medical kit and syringe containing the drug as if offering them to Jane / Natasha.

Jane / Natasha smiled and said, "Oh, Party Favors! You shouldn't have!"

She paused as if considering them. In reality she was worried that if she were to ingest more, she might pass out. If she didn't take any, Marie might take that as a suspicious move.

Jane / Natasha looked up and with a show of hesitation said, "You know, I'd like to but this bitch gave me a full dose not too long ago. I don't want to O.D. on this stuff...How about I save it for later...When I start to come down?" 

Marie smiled and shrugged as if to say, "Suit yourself."

Jane / Natasha positioned herself behind the nude bound hooded and gagged Linda. Jane / Natasha reared back with the belt and let it fly lightly against the muscular butt of her tormentress.

Marie smiled approvingly. She was of a mind to like this 'Jane', given time.

Jane / Natasha reared back and let fly again. The belt landed lightly again.

Linda, unable to move much against her restraints, was doing her best to respond as realistically as possible. So far, the light strokes had not hurt her so she had not flinched much.

Jane / Natasha reared back for a third stroke. This one landed a bit harder. It was accompanied by a wet splat. So were the fourth and the fifth lashes. They were harder still.

Linda gasped behind her gag. As the intensity of the whipping increased, she began to struggle helplessly against the cruel indignity of being painfully whipped while bound nude, in front of predators that were enjoying her suffering.

Jane / Natasha watched covertly, as Marie smiled lustfully, while the whipping of her nude and bound cousin progressed.

Jane / Natasha began to warm to her task. She'd rear back and she'd let fly. Now she began to get into the spirit of it. Harder and harder she whipped Linda.

Linda could do nothing but shriek incoherently behind her gag and minutely thrash about, as she hung nude and spread-eagled.

Marie thrilled to see her much hated rival (and cousin) Linda be so mistreated. Marie felt herself becoming wet between the legs.

Around the twentieth stroke, Jane / Natasha sensed that Linda was nearing the end of her endurance. Linda's cries were becoming less loud, her struggles less vigorous. 

Jane / Natasha hoped that Marie could sense it too. She hoped that Marie would call a halt to this soon. Still, Jane / Natasha didn't want to stop before Marie told her too, as this might indicate pity or worse, sympathy for Linda. 

Marie had to think that Jane / Natasha hated Linda.

Marie held up her hand just before Jane / Natasha was about to stop anyway.

Linda's butt was very red and welt covered.

Marie stepped around to observe Linda's bottom. Her eyes were shiny with lust.

She smiled and said, "Not bad, Cher. Not bad at all!"

Jane / Natasha smiled and made a show of glowing with pleasure at the compliment. She hoped that the others bought it. She looked around but the other three had eyes only for Linda's bare and very red, welt covered bottom.

As Jane / Natasha stood watching the four predators, a kernel of an idea on how to free both herself and Linda began to form. 

Chapter Three -- Linda on Jane's Wand

Up until now, Jane / Natasha hadn't felt anything except fear and hatred. She had shown these predators what they wanted to see but she felt none of the passion she might otherwise have felt. The situation was just too dangerous.

Jane / Natasha dropped the belt she held. On the desk in front of Linda lay the wand that Marie had been tormenting Linda with only a short time ago. Jane / Natasha stepped in front of the bound woman and picked up the wand with both hands.

Now, Jane / Natasha held the white wand in her hands. She looked at the instrument carefully. Never having owned one, she wanted to be sure she knew how it worked. It seemed a simple device. It was a foot long with the vibrator head on one end and the cord extending from the other. It weighed a couple of pounds. There was a simple 'high-stop-low' switch on its side.

Jane / Natasha had been on the receiving end of this and she knew how that felt. It had been a very intense experience. 

She had never wielded one before. It was heavier that it looked and the balance was not at all what she expected. Still, it wasn't an uncomfortable device to hold and she was sure she could use it as well as anyone.

Jane / Natasha looked up into the eyes of her tormentress, the nude and bound Linda. Jane / Natasha smiled cruelly, so that Marie and her gang could see.

Linda, sensing that this was a time to show fear began to shake her head and pull away. Because of the restraints and hood, she wasn't able to go very far.

Jane / Natasha nodded knowingly and admonished the spread-eagled woman, "I remember what it was to be on the business end of this fucker!"

Linda began to moan, her eyes wide, as she realized that she would have to endure a semi serious bout of sexual torment. If she did not, Marie would know and then both Linda and Jane would be in even worse trouble than they already were. All chance of escape would be gone!

Linda thrashed about helplessly. Jane / Natasha leered at her with a cruel smile. Marie and her three associates moved a bit closer to get a better view of the action.

Jane / Natasha paused and turned her head to look questioningly at Marie.

"Do you mind if I take the first turn?" Jane / Natasha asked Marie with a coy and knowing smile.

Marie smiled and nodded silently.

Jane / Natasha nodded in response before turning back to face Linda.

She paused to wave the wand at the bound woman and said cruelly, "Play Time!"

In actuality, Natasha wanted Linda to know that she had no choice and that she (Natasha) had dragged this charade out, as long as possible. Now Natasha, in her disguise as Jane, would have to sexually torment Linda.

Linda caught Natasha's eyes with her own. The eyes said it was okay but Linda made it a point to shake her head fearfully.

Jane / Natasha stepped forward and using both hands on the wand, carefully turned the thing on low.

Linda let herself go and looking down at the woman with the wand, began to gasp and babble incoherently behind the gag.

Marie looked at the bare heaving breasts of her cousin and smirked at the woman's fear.

Natasha, in her role as 'Jane', paused to look up at the bound woman in front of her before saying, "Oh Please! Show SOME guts! At least wait for the wand to touch you, Stupid!"




The Clinic and Indecent Acts



Each of these stories of the first series of 'The Clinic' is meant to be a stand alone vehicle. The later stories are prefaced with a brief synopsis.

If you have been keeping up with me, then you can skip on down to 'Chapter One -- Joan Arrives', for the new stuff. That is about five hundred and eighty words down.

'Chapter Two -- 'Treating' Jane Yet Again', is the beginning of the naughty bits.

A Brief Synopsis:

'The Clinic' has been open for about a month. It is a former meat packing plant set in a nearly deserted industrial park. It has been refurbished to meet Director Linda Mason's demanding standards for soundproofing and security.

Linda has taken care to ensure that 'The Clinic' has internet access. 'The Clinic' may also be run from one laptop. The laptop has all the winches, cameras, cell locks etc. connected to it by a series of wireless remotes.

'The Clinic' has certainly been soundproof. Not a peep was heard outside when Linda used 'The Mason Method' to 'rehabilitate' her parolee clients.

Linda acquired a powerful drug. It was originally developed as a truth agent and hypnotic. A side effect is that it greatly enhances the sexual desires of the user.

Linda's 'rehabilitation' (of her clients) consists of surreptitiously drugging her 'clients' before she actually begins. She then strips and binds then spread-eagled in her soundproofed and mirrored 'conditioning room'.

After they are secure in her 'conditioning room'; Linda whips them, torments them with an electric wand to the brink of orgasm, repeatedly (without allowing them to achieve climax).

Eventually, she will force them to sexually convulse, sometimes repeatedly (whether they want to or not). Sometimes, she will engage them in post orgasm stimulation.

All of her 'clients' are parolees, except one. Parole officer Natasha Thorn has been working hand in glove with Linda by providing her with everything Linda wants.

At first, 'everything', was merely a series of unwitting parolee's (who did not know what they were letting themselves in for). 

Later, Linda initiated a sadomasochistic lesbian affair with Natasha. Initially, Linda drugged the parole officer, blackmailed her and 'rehabilitated' her under the alias 'Jane'.

The parole officer, while reluctant to follow Linda at first, is now firmly on board with Linda and her 'program'.

Linda was also thoughtful enough to involve and befriend a Department of Corrections Supervisor named Joan Shore. Having a D.O.C. supervisor was just an insurance extra for Linda.

During their last sexual liaison, Linda left Natasha nude and unconscious in a cell, deep within 'The Clinic'. Linda intended to 'have fun' with Natasha later. (See The Clinic and Finding Jane.)

Unfortunately for Linda, her security wasn't as good as she thought. Linda's arch nemesis (and thought-dead) cousin, Marie and her gang broke into 'The Clinic' and seized control. They sexually tormented and raped Linda before finding Natasha. (See The Clinic and Gris Gris.)

Natasha was able to convince them she was just another parolee victim of the cruel Linda. In a daring maneuver, Natasha was able to subdue Marie and her gang. (See The Clinic and Heartless Cruelty.)

Linda and Natasha have just incarcerated Marie and her gang in four cells inside 'The Clinic'. They returned to Linda's office to learn that Joan is coming by to 'inspect' the place.

Natasha is firmly convinced that Joan will find Marie and her gang and she (Joan) will then destroy Linda and 'The Clinic' (and Natasha's one shot at true happiness.)

Therefore, Natasha has asked Linda to 'rehabilitate' her (Natasha) while Joan watches. Natasha believes that this will distract the woman from wanting to inspect 'The Clinic' (and discovering Marie incarcerated in it).

Linda is not so convinced of Joan's power. But she (Linda) has agreed to go along with the 'rehabilitation' of 'Jane' in the hopes that it will be a quick and easy solution to the possibility of Joan causing troubles.

And now; On To the 'Rehabilitation'...

Chapter One -- Joan Arrives

Joan Shore pushed the buzzer impatiently yet again. She had not been able to get through to 'The Clinic' from her office line. It had taken a four hour drive to get here. Now that she had arrived she realized, that in her haste, she had forgotten her cell phone...

Finally, the director of 'The Clinic', Linda Mason stepped out of her office and into the tiny vacant room that served as a lobby. She opened the door and admitted Joan.

Joan was quite upset at not having her phone call answered.

She looked at Linda sternly and snapped, "I have been trying to get a hold of you all day!"

Joan continued her tirade, "You have not returned my calls! You have not..."

Joan stopped when Linda looked down and lifted a hand in the traditional gesture of 'stop'.

"What do you have to say for yourself?" Joan inquired archly.

Linda looked up as she dropped her hand, her eyes cold and her face hard, "I don't have anything to say..."

Linda continued in a softer tone, forcing Joan to step forward in order to hear her, "I believe that you are operating under a misconception, Miz Shore. You seem to think that I work for you."

Linda smiled coldly before she said, "I am an independent contractor with the Department of Corrections. My contract does not include answering to you."

Joan, unused to being talked to with such confidence was taken aback but before she could do more than drop her jaw in amazement, Linda continued.

"In point of fact, I have been very busy." Linda continued mildly, "There have been no less than five 'therapy' sessions today and I have one waiting as we speak."

Linda continued quickly before Joan could even close her mouth, "I would like us to be friends, Joan. But I must say, I cannot, indeed, I will not; be bullied or pushed around."

Joan had been around enough to know when to back off.

She finally answered, "Please forgive me if I sounded a bit snippy. The traffic was a nightmare...A...And I became 'concerned' when I could not reach you by phone."

Linda smiled professionally and answered, "Oh course! I realize how these things would lead to a simple misunderstanding."

Linda reached for Joan's coat and continued, "After all, I might have missed your call because I was being raped and tortured by a gang of escaped felons."

Linda laughed then and Joan laughed with her.

"Such is obviously not the case." Joan said as both women entered the main office of 'The Clinic'.

Linda was aware of the nude Natasha's quick exit deeper into 'The Clinic' but she was sure Joan had missed it.

"So, you say you have been busy today?" Joan asked.

Linda was quick on the comeback with a professional tone, "And it isn't over yet. Jane is waiting for me as we speak."

Linda was easily able to spot Joan's immediate excitement at hearing that Jane was in need of 'treatment', again. 

Linda had been able to maneuver Joan into tormenting 'Jane' once before. Linda knew that Joan was eager for another session. Linda also knew that Joan would not want to admit her desires aloud, much less to another person.

Joan licked suddenly dry lips and asked, "This wouldn't be the same 'Jane' that I helped a month ago would it?"

Linda paused to look at the computer monitor facing her. She typed in a few keys and said, "Down Jane, received initial treatment...What now...Thirty days ago from myself and an assistant. The assistant isn't named."

Linda looked up at Joan and asked, "Did you want me to include your name here?"

Joan, somewhat flushed and embarrassed, hastily said, "No, No Thanks. I...uh...I wouldn't want to put you to any bother."

Linda smiled helpfully and said, "Oh, it's no bother. I can make that change right now."

Joan, who absolutely did not want her name associated with this place any more than necessary shook her head.

As much as she wanted, needed, indeed; enjoyed tormenting a nude, bound reluctant woman, she didn't want there to be any record of such an activity.

Linda, who could read Joan like an open book, smiled coldly and said, "Let's put our cards right out in the open. Shall we?"

Joan sat even straighter, like a junior executive caught smoking in a 'No Smoking' section by her supervisor. 

Linda caught the other woman's eye and said distinctly, "I know that you have it in you to be a first class therapist using 'The Mason Method'. I also know that you have reservations about it."

Linda leaned back and looked down (as though considering her next words with care), "That is only to be expected from someone as inexperienced in this form of treatment, as you are."

Linda looked up, her innocent eyes wide and her face containing a look of expectancy.

Linda asked mildly, "If you could see fit to give it another try, I'm sure you would soon see the benefits of continued sessions of 'treatment', over the course of time." 

Joan felt caught between her desire to sexually dominate 'Jane' again and her fear of a scandal.

"What...What if someone...you know...Finds out?" Joan asked nervously.

Linda smiled calmly, now that she was, once again, in complete control.

"Oh Joan, don't be silly! Jane will not complain and after all...It's not like we're being televised!" Linda said in a friendly tone.

Linda thought silently "Well, at least it was true that Natasha wouldn't complain. It's a good thing that Joan doesn't know about the camera's, better still that she hasn't seen the footage of herself sexually tormenting a bound nude woman."

Linda continued to muse to herself as she watched Joan wrestle with her conscience, "In her state of mind, I bet Joan would run screaming if she knew the truth."

The truth was that Linda 'was' working as an independent contractor. Linda didn't need any help at all from Joan. Linda had simply reeled the woman in, to keep her (Joan) from getting too curious about what was happening at 'The Clinic'. 

It wouldn't do to have too many sets of eyes focused on what happened here. Linda had been taught that was just bad technique.

Now the stage was set. Linda could see that Joan was ready to plunge deeper still into Linda's waiting grasp.

Joan reluctantly looked up at Linda and hesitantly began to say, "Alright I'll..."

Linda smiled, jumped to her feet and interrupted Joan's hesitant approval, "Good! You can help get her ready. Come on!"

Joan nodded silently while wondering what she had let herself in for.

The two women entered the 'conditioning room', Linda ushering Joan in ahead of her.

Joan gasped at the sight of the young woman she knew as 'Jane'.

'Jane' knelt unfettered facing away from the door. Her head was bowed and her hair hung forward and down. She was completely nude.

The light from the ceiling cast a slightly yellow hue that made 'Jane' appear somewhat golden and pristine.

Joan gazed at her with wide eyes. She found her hand going to her mouth as her throat constricted by a desire she did not want to recognize.

Linda had to mask her amusement at Joan's excitement at merely seeing 'Jane'. 

Then Linda recognized her own arrogance and was mildly ashamed.

"Never sneer at adoration, my dear." Linda's mentor had admonished her more than once, "Adoration can lead to love and love can do simply amazing things."

The woman had looked quite surprised as she continued, "I have seen love do things that have seemed utterly impossible at first glance."

Now, watching Joan, Linda realized that the woman was truly taken by the woman that posed as 'Jane'.

Another favorite saying of Linda's mentor had been, "Always build a hook wherever possible." 

It was time to build one here, tonight.

Chapter Two - 'Treating' Jane Yet Again

Linda moved silently to stand behind 'Jane'. She gestured to Joan to lead the way.

Joan, with trembling legs, stared at the silent beauty before her. She moved around to stand in front of the kneeling nude adult female.

When she spoke, she tried to be as commanding as possible, "Rise child. Your treatment is at hand." 

Natasha, posing as 'Jane' was not a child. In fact she wasn't all that much younger than Joan. Joan used the term more as a control technique than anything else.

Natasha, posing as Jane slowly stood up before Joan. When completely upright, 'Jane' towered over the much shorter Joan. 'Jane's' full bare breasts were now eye level to Joan. 

'Jane' raised her hands off to her sides and spread her legs wide apart. She did all this silently and willed herself to look off into the distance.

Joan and Linda attached the fur lined cuffs with cables attached to 'Jane's' wrists and ankles. Natasha could tell by the expression on her face and her trembling hands that Joan was even more aroused than before.

'Jane' showed no expression at all as Linda pressed a key on the laptop which sat on the desk in front of the now bound and nude 'Jane'.

The software program activated the upper winches and they retracted their cables until 'Jane' was standing on tiptoe. Then the lower winches were retracted, as well. The end result was that 'Jane' now hung spread-eagled between Linda and the captivated Joan.

Joan looked into 'Jane's' face then at Linda and asked, "Do we have to hood her just yet?"

Linda, quick on her feet said, "No, no. We are practicing courtesy today. As a matter of fact, I was just telling 'Jane' that very thing, wasn't I, Jane?"

Without looking at either woman, 'Jane' responded, "Yes, Ma'am, you was sayin on account a how I talk that I could learn gooder."

Linda, in the role of 'treating' 'Jane', corrected her by saying, "Its, Yes Ma'am. You were telling me how I could learn to speak better."

'Jane' nodded without looking at either woman and repeated what Linda had just said to her.

Joan looked on with frank admiration, "And you were able to accomplish this in only a month. The last time I was here she had been drinking and her attitude needed a large adjustment."

Linda smiled and said, "Well, this method is a results oriented program. Once initiated, we simply continue to expand and integrate a more positive self image for the client to follow."

Joan nodded sagely although she really didn't understand any of what Linda had just said.

Linda nodded to Joan and said, All right; well...let's begin, shall we?"

Joan looked expectantly at Linda. Linda was the one leading the way even if Joan did not have the courage to admit it.

Linda looked back at Joan and said, "Examine the subject thoroughly. Make sure you create a full image of her, as she is now, in your mind, Joan."

Joan stepped back and brought her hands to her face as she feasted her eyes on the nude and spread-eagled beauty before her, the one who stared so nobly off into the distance.

Joan looked 'Jane' up and down. Her eyes sought to include every image they claimed. At one point, Joan looked down and stared at Jane's privates.

Joan walked around 'Jane' and stepped close to Linda.

Joan, remembering Linda's advice from the first time they had seen 'Jane', leaned toward Linda and whispered, "Her privates look swollen and moist! It's almost as if she has been playing with them!"

Joan sounded scandalized but Linda kept a straight face as she instructed Joan.

"Oh god, I hope so! I have been instructing Jane to fondle herself every night. I want her to know what it is to feel a sexual urge." Linda nodded seriously and continued, "I also want her to climax as often as possible. For men the rule is different; no less than once a week and no more than once a day."

Joan looked at Linda questioningly and Linda continued, "I want Jane to have her climaxes here, as well AND believe me when I say I'll know if she has climaxed at home...Her orgasms here will be more intense if she masturbates at home."

Linda continued idly, "It is too bad Jane doesn't have a room mate. I'd get the roommate to tie Jane to the bed and torment her each night with a hairbrush handle. I'd give the roommate a three-a-night rule."

Linda watched as Joan reflected on the image of 'Jane' bound nude to a bed and forcibly fucked to climax three times each night by another woman wielding a hair brush handle like a phallus.

Joan licked her lips.

Linda spoke with authority as she said, "New evidence has lead us to believe that our previous ideas about repressing sexual urges was counterproductive. This new evidence points to women having more orgasms as the way to a healthier and more productive life."

Joan returned to her job of surveying the bound Jane.

Another minute passed by and Joan reported, "I have a good idea of what she looks like."

Linda nodded and said, "Okay, onto the next phase. I am going to apply the belt. With each stroke, I expect Jane to say 'Thank You Ma'am, May I have another? I want you to observe her behavior and report any grimaces"

Chapter Three -- Onto the Next Phase

Joan nodded and looked from Linda back to the still far staring 'Jane'. 

Linda removed the belt from her pants. The leather whispered as it made its journey to freedom.

Once clear of the pants, Linda reared back and let fly. The belt landed lightly but with a wet splat.

'Jane', determined not to crack, said what she was suppose to.

Linda reared back and whipped the nude and bound beauty again. 

Once again, Linda said her piece.

Joan looked transfixed as she watched 'Jane' receive her 'treatment'.

Linda began to whip 'Jane' harder. Jane's voice became ragged and she began to sweat, the water slowly rolling down her gloriously nude flesh.

After each stroke of the belt, 'Jane' would thank Linda and ask for another. Inside, she was both amused for getting into this fix and appalled because she was becoming aroused!

Try as she might, she could feel herself becoming wetter than she had ever been. This unjust whipping and what was to follow simply made her hot.

And this time, she couldn't blame it on any drug, either.

Linda reared back and let fly with the belt yet again. This time, the belt stroke was harder than the others had been. 

Try as she might, 'Jane' could not hold back her grimace before she thanked Linda and asked for another.

Joan was quick to notice and said, "Oh, Oh! She grimaced!"

Linda nodded and thanked Joan before lashing 'Jane' harder still and this time 'Jane' flinched and grimaced before uttering her ritual line.

Joan spoke to 'Jane' directly this time, "Be Strong Dear! It's For the Best!"

Linda motioned for Joan to walk over to her.

When Joan had complied, Linda spoke loudly enough for 'Jane' to hear.

"Joan, I want you to take this belt and I want you to 'treat' Jane with it." Linda paused while Joan gasped before adding, "Keep your strokes firm and focused. I want about half as hard as you can bring and only on her buttocks...Oh and make sure she thanks you and asks for another."

Natasha, posing as Jane, was having a hard time dealing with Linda's cruelty. It wasn't that she felt hard done by; it was that she was becoming more aroused the longer the whipping progressed.

Joan took the proffered belt and without pause struck firmly against 'Jane's' posterior.

Natasha gasped at the authority there. She had expected a hesitant and weak stroke. What had followed was neither.

Natasha, in her role as 'Jane' thanked Joan and asked for another.

This went on for a few moments before it became to uncomfortable for 'Jane' to want 'another'. 'Jane's lust had cooled considerably.

At that point, 'Jane' turned her head and asked piteously, "Please, I've taken all I can, Ma'am. Please Stop!"

Joan paused and Linda smiled and shook her head to indicate that no more lashes were necessary. This was all Joan needed to see in the form of guidance.

Joan's breath was coming in short ragged gasps. She felt 'alive' and yet she felt terribly embarrassed.