- Chapter 9 -

Brianna turned suddenly and ungracefully, landing on her back, a trembling arm dangling from one of the support bars. Her legs splayed wide, displaying her pleasure to this strange man. Her body, sweat slicked, was still quivering with the aftershocks of her intense orgasm, her abdomen, a rippling wave of rhythmic beauty. She stared at the interloper with a mixture of trepidation and a singular longing, knowing that her once most guarded treasure was exposed and inviting.

The newcomer was nonplussed, amused somewhat at the present predicament. Not a man of large stature, but one of immense presence, he resembled what one would think God would look like, if God ran a Fortune 500 company. Standing barely five foot six and having a full head of pure white hair, his eyes light blue eyes glinting with an inner mirth, he had an extremely elegant aura about him. His finely tailored deep blue suit hung perfectly and everything about his attire spoke of an opulence and distinction that was fitting as well as familiar.

"And me without my Viagra...tsk, tsk. I couldn't have considered a better introduction to you, my beautiful belle, but I'm sure that you feel somewhat, ah, underdressed for the occasion." The man stated with a gentle tone as he offered Brianna a towel from the basket. "My name is J.p. Stanhope and..."

"Sir! I think that we..." the doctor interjected abruptly from the doorway.

Mr. Stanhope's attention was mildly diverted as he addressed the doctor. "The time for subterfuge is over, my dear Joseph, as I feel that dear, sweet Brianna here is a sympathetic participant in our cause now.", he finished as he directed his attention and his disarming smile back towards Brianna. "My dear child, I think that maybe you should get washed up and we can talk in a little more civilized manner over a bit of lunch. Oh! I almost forgot. Joseph, hand me the gift I brought for beautiful Brianna. Here, child," he said as he handed Brianna a wrapped rectangular box with a massive bow that seemed to change color as it shifted. "I hope that you are pleased with this tiny token. We shall go shopping for an entire wardrobe at your earliest convenience. This should hold you through lunch, though."

Brianna stood up on wobbly legs to receive the gift. She felt sweat and her own "gift" run down her ass and thighs in rivulets. She suddenly became aware of the musky scent of her own sex that filled the room and almost swooned with its intensity and its promise. She took the package glancing back and forth from the box with its lavish wrapping and the benefactor and his courtly smile. She opened the package as if she were handling a Faberge' egg, the wrapping being more exquisite then any gift she had ever received. The old man playfully admonished her for her wariness and told her to pretend she was four and that it was Christmas. She tore the wrapping paper off the box, opening it to reveal a silk robe tucked in between folds of tissue paper. As she drew the garment out of the parcel, she marveled at the way it caught the light, shimmering with a softness she had never seen before. It was woven in a simple, yet elegant paisley pattern in very subdued reds, blues and purples.

"This is the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen!" Brianna whispered, almost to herself as she stroked the silken fabric against her cheek. "Thank you so much Mr. Stanhope!" she gushed like the child she had been told to be.

"It's nothing, child, just a trifle. It could never attempt to match the beauty that it is intended to cover.", he said as he drew her hand to his lips. "Now, we must consider our plans to dine. Joseph, does Franco have lunch prepared?"

"Yes, Frank has lunch prepared." The doctor said, enunciating the name "Frank" in an oddly sarcastic tone.

"I realize his name is Frank, but I cannot fathom eating food prepared by a Frank. The names is more suitable for a diner not a dining room." J.p. stated absently. "Now, we must get you cleaned up my dear as I am famished! Joseph, where is the shower?"

"right through that doorway is the gym's shower. You'll find soap, shampoo and towels all ready for you, Brianna." Joseph directed Brianna with a wave of his hand, almost as if he was trying to copy Mr. Stanhope's refinement and failing miserably.

Brianna felt an immediate alarm at the mention of taking a shower, vividly remembering her last encounter from last night. "Um...." she sheepishly started. "I have a teensy problem with the shower."

"Whatever could that be, my child", Mr. Stanhope said softly with some confusion.

"I'm a little sensitive 'down there' and it kind of took me a while to take a shower last night" she admitted, somewhat embarrassed.

"Oh, I meant to give this to you. It is a topical cream that desensitizes your skin. It's kind of like Orajel in that respect. It should last about an hour or more with a liberal application. I'm sorry. I meant to give it to you yesterday, but I forgot", the doctor hurriedly admitted.

"How convenient." Mr. Stanhope said with a sidelong glance. "Well, you get washed up, my dear girl, and we will be awaiting your arrival in the dining room!"

"Just take a left out of here and follow the hallway past the examination room, then the first left you get to, down the steps and through the door." Joseph said as he held the door open for Mr. Stanhope.

Brianna was left alone. Entering the shower room, she applied the gel to her clit and nipples, shuddering with a tiny orgasm as she did so. The numbing affect was almost immediate and most welcome. Brianna could finally do things and think clearly without her rampant sexuality impeding her from doing so. She showered slowly, relishing the feeling of the stinging water against her skin. Washing more thoroughly then the previous night, her mind wandered over the events that just transpired. Realizing that she didn't even know who this Stanhope was caught her up short. Was he a 'client'? Was she just sold to some rich old man to be a perverse concubine? The questions kept tumbling into the light and she had to rein herself in from the edge of panic. All will be made clear during lunch, so there was no use in second-guessing. With the thought of lunch drifting through her mind, Brianna suddenly realized she had not eaten in...well, the last time she remembered eating was the afternoon she had arrived here. Not that you could confuse a Lunchable with actually having a meal, but it was sustenance nonetheless. She suddenly felt hunger gnawing at her middle. Finishing her shower, Brianna dried herself, fixing her hair as best she could with it being damp. She reapplied the gel so as to have no distractions during her luncheon with Mr. Stanhope. Brianna definitely wanted to be clear headed and prepared for anything that could transpire. As she wrapped her tingling body in the silky robe, she lost some of her trepidation, remembering how kind and genteel Mr. Stanhope had been. As she left the shower room and gym, following Joseph's directions towards the dining room, there were a million questions buzzing through her head.

The dining room was an stylized affair, completely and incongruously opposite from the rest of the facility. One could forget where they were and feel as if they were at a fine restaurant, waited on hand and foot. Joseph and Mr. Stanhope occupied the largest table directly in the center of the room. An unobtrusive chandelier hung from the ceiling surrounded by an ornate, carved medallion. Most of the room's light was thrown from this, but there was inconspicuous recessed lighting here and there casting a mellow glow over the fine linen and dark, carved mahogany chairs. As she approached the table, a man she hadn't seen upon entering the room, suddenly appeared from his station against the burnished wainscoting and gracefully held her chair out for her. Both Joseph and Mr. Stanhope half rose to acknowledge her arrival. After she was seated and the chair pushed into place, the servant took up his station and with the uncanny ability of those with a penchant for service, all but disappeared once again. As if on cue, several waiters appeared and placed a fresh fruit cup, a salad and cruets with vinegar and oil. The place settings were a mystery to Brianna, she gazed at them as if they were quantum mechanics equations.

Laughing, J.p. broke the silence. "Just pick up and use what you think will work to get the job done my dear. I promise I will not notify Emily Post." He said with a wry smile.

Smiling herself, Brianna picked up a fresh strawberry from the crystal bowl and brought it to her lips. Both men became inert, as if time itself had stopped. Brianna did not so much eat the strawberry as she make love to it with her lips, sliding it between her lips with such a slow and velvety movement, that one could almost feel what it could be like inside the sensitive wetness of her mouth. Joseph cleared his throat and adjusted his trousers. While Mr. Stanhope beamed brightly as if he were watching a grandchild give a perfect performance at a recital.

"Well, how did that gel work? Pretty good?", Joseph shakily blurted out, breaking the magic of the moment.

"Mmmm, yes, it worked perfectly" Brianna said after sliding the sodden strawberry from between her lips. "I wish I had known about it sooner.", she stated almost accusingly, causing the doctor to concentrate on his appetizer abruptly.

"Yes, you are definitely the seductress now, aren't you my pet?" Mr. Stanhope sighed contentedly.

"I'm just enjoying myself", Brianna replies coquettishly.

"Yes, and that brings us to crux of this little social experiment, does it not? To be able to free a woman from the expectations of society, religion, politics and even herself. Creating a New World, as it were, within the woman herself, making her obligated to no one but herself. To be able to enjoy the sensuality that she embodies and is yet denied. To take the blinders off and remove the shackles that has bound the goddess for so long." Mr. Stanhope orated, losing himself somewhat in the words he wove. "Society fabricates a woman to be a subservient pawn to male domination in every facet of life. She is made to feel ashamed of the very thing that spawns our very existence...her sensuality. If a woman were to give in to the qualities of being female, she is held down as a renegade calf, a dissenter that needs to be put in her place, to take her place with the rest of the herd. A woman that is of below society's virtue is branded a 'slut' or a 'whore' and is shunned and denigrated, even though the men who brand her thusly seek her out in the darkness and the women yearned to taste the same forbidden fruits." Stanhope ended his diatribe, a scowl clouding his face and furrowing his brow.

"Umm...I'm a little confused here.", Brianna timidly offered.

Stanhope's face immediately cleared. "Ah, yes my precious. Sorry, but it is something I feel strongly about and I tend to be caught up in the moment, as it were. What we are trying to do here, you being the embodiment of that, is to re-create women as they were, a sensual entity. It is my fervent wish for women to enjoy all the pleasures that they embody freely, without the lodestone of social mores encumbering their journey."

"As I understood it, this was somewhat of a high class sex slave ring. I actually thought you were here as a client or something.", Brianna said.

"Joseph! What have you been filling this poor child's mind with. My Lord! A sex sla...I should accept your resignation! My word, boy, after all that we've been through." Stanhope blustered as the doctor studiously concentrated on a leaf of lettuce speared by his fork.

"I'm sorry sir, I just, I...well how would you explain it to a woman who just woke up from unwilling surgery?" Joseph retorted, half in wounded defense, half in shame.

"No, no. I understand boy. I guess we just did not have every detail planned out did we? We both bear the brunt of the unfortunate disservice to you, my lady. Forgiveness is not warranted, but it is forgiveness that I pray.", Mr. Stanhope requested with a formal bow of his head.

Brianna, almost overcome with the farcical aspect of the conversation, said, "I'll forgive you both as long as this starts making sense sometime soon." Along with the absurdity of the situation, Brianna also felt something she had never felt before; a glint of control.

"Yes, of course, my precious. As I said earlier, the time for subterfuge is over. What we are doing here is experimenting through various surgical, pharmaceutical and psychological means to try to break the tyrannical bondage that women have endured. I know that sounds ever so valiant, to save the whole of womankind, but it is a vision that I have had for most of my life. I have been a incredibly successful businessman since I scrabbled my way out of college. In that time, I have seen men of power treat women as if they were beneath them, inferior, trailing off their arm like a decoration that they deserved. All the while, I have seen women sacrifice their hopes and dreams to be that very bauble! What infuriated me most is how women saw themselves in the same aspect that the men did, as a mere, memento. I started doing research, not serious bookwork at first, just conversational research with colleagues and friends who were in a position to know such aspects of human nature; biologists, psychologists, etceteras. The one common thread seemed to be a slave mentality that has pervaded generation after generation of women. I was asked to be on the board of directors for a large pharmaceutical firm and jumped at the chance. It just so happened that they were trying to develop a drug to combat 'frigidity', if there actually is such a thing, and I sat on the financial board of that project. It placed me right in the middle of all of these scientists and chemists and specialists...it gave me a means to possibly realize my vision." Stanhope paused momentarily in his reflections to sip at the whiskey sour he had been holding. " All these great minds! Surely someone had some insight? I was able to glean information, subtly steering the project in the direction I wished it to go in. I acquired this building and began to do clinical trials, quite under the radar of course, to see if the train of my thoughts actually led anywhere or if it was all just an illusion. The initial results were very promising, so I staffed the facility with more and brighter minds. We had a slew of successes, with a fair share of failures as well. Then I decided it was time for the realize the fruition of my vision, to combine all the aspects of this conundrum and create the realization of my dream."

When he paused in reflection, Brianna interrupted Stanhope, stating, "I am kind of seeing what you're saying, but at the same time, I feel there is a, well, it just seems a little hypocritical, really." Confusion swept over Mr. Stanhope's brow and Brianna rushed onward while she still had the guts to do so. "I mean, here you are saying women have been conditioned to be slaves and stuff, and who's going to be their savior? A man. Also, also, I feel that, even though I am enjoying, my...things I didn't enjoy before... I was not a willing participant. I mean, you guys basically...no, not basically,...you did. You kidnapped me!" Brianna found herself torn inside. While she had come halfway to accepting and, admittedly, enjoying her new self, it did not wash away the sins of forcing her to give up her past, such as it was. "I mean, if someone wants help or to be freed or whatever, shouldn't they ask for it? To be forced into a, I don't know what you'd call it, forced into a life that you did not choose...isn't that slavery too? I'm sure there's hundreds of thousands of women who would gladly go through this and feel the things I feel now. So why steal someone's life when there are so many willing to go through with it?" she said, her voice rising with a feeling of self-righteous indignation.

"True, my child, true. I also think that perhaps I misspoke my intentions. I know that it is a folly to think that I would be able to free all of womankind, a folly and extremely egocentric. If I could give this gift to a select few though, a select few that would appreciate it and recognize their own depth and what they would be able to do in the circles they are introduced into. Definitely a scaled back version, but it is still a wish fulfilled.", Stanhope said somewhat wistfully. "As to your second point, true to say that there are so many who would volunteer. Yet, here is where it takes on water and sinks. We, well, that is to say...there was one patient prior to you, and herein lies the illustration for why 'volunteers' are a risk I am not willing to take at the moment. Doctor?", Stanhope said, deferring to the doctor for the details.

"Around six months ago, we put out an ad, much like the one you responded to, but with the real aim of the experiment plainly spelled out. We were deluges with respondents. We were absolutely swamped with volunteers, some that thought that this would help them be able enjoy sexual relations like 'normal' people do. There were women who just wanted to do something wild and kinky, apparently thinking they would be some sort of pornographic poster girl or something. There were sad stories, there were physical deformities, there were psychological nightmares and then there were the freaks. Tons of freaks."

"Joseph, some decorum please", Stanhope admonished lightly.

"There is no other way to describe them. They were pierced in any and every conceivable place, tattoos of every shape and size, clothes that would make Marilyn Manson scream...I mean, face it, we could have had Jerry Springer set up shop in the lobby." The doctored said, somewhat stressed with the memory.

"Point taken, Joseph." Stanhope said through mild laughter.

"Anyway, we narrowed it down to several candidates, and from there down to one. She was incredibly willing and seemed to grasp Mr. Stanhope's philosophy surrounding the experiment. After the, what I'll call the 'incubation' period, she was awakened and tested and felt fantastic. She was incredibly receptive to sexual encounters and was able to reach a pinnacle and succession of orgasms no one had ever..."

"You're kinda preaching to the choir, doc.", Brianna interjected with a sly smile.

"Yes, I suppose your familiar wi...anyway. Things went swimmingly for a few days, then she, I...", Joseph trailed off, lost in some personal shame that Brianna didn't immediately fathom, but which unsettled her nonetheless.

"She....", Brianna said, prompting the doctor to continue.

"She kind of went over the edge, my dear. What we gained from this experience was the ability to identify underlying factors that would contribute to a subject's inability to handle the changes within her body as well as her psyche.", Stanhope calmly explained.

"The problem was her willingness, her want, her need to be changed. That was the only thing she was looking forward to and towards. When it became a reality, it consumed her life becoming her whole world. Her impulse control was stripped to nonexistent and her libido shot through the roof. Now she is...", Joseph was interrupted by the waiters bringing in the main course.

They removed the used dishes and exchanged them with the entrees in such a subtle dance, the places were set and the waiters gone as if they were never there. The food was exquisite. There was a filet mignon stuffed with ricotta cheese, Italian sausage, carrots and tomatoes. There were two side dishes, one consisting of new potatoes with pearl onions and the other, stuffed artichoke hearts. Brittany tried to contain herself, as the fact that she had not eaten solid food in several weeks became quite apparent to her stomach. She ate in small bites, forcing herself to set her knife and fork down and sip her wine so as not to appear gluttonous. Everything tasted superb and she found that even her palate seemed more sensitive. She thought she could actually taste individual herbs and spices used in the recipes.

"You see," Stanhope began where the doctor left off, "A person who wants something so badly that they would do anything for it is either disappointed upon receiving it or abuses it to the extent that the gift becomes the thing they base their whole life on. This poor young lass became ever more obsessed with pushing the envelope farther and farther, to try and rise to an ever higher pinnacle, most like a junkie than anything else. She lost all sense of control. I feel so terribly for her, and yet I can justify it by remembering that it was her own free will that brought her to this conclusion."

"Is she dead?", Brianna asked apprehensively between bites.

"Dear heavens, no. She is still in our facility. We take care of her and will do so for the remainder of her days. No, she is not dead, although one might say she might be better that way. We keep her sedated mostly so she does no harm to herself. You on the other hand are a perfect candidate." Stanhope stated, deftly changing the subject "You are mentally stable, well adjusted morally, fairly well educated, perceptive, intuitive, physically fit and a stunning beauty in your own right. As far as some of the unfortunate events prior to your arrival here, I must express my condolences for the loss of your parents. I too lost my parents at a fairly young age. They died just before my twelfth birthday in a boating accident off the coast of Massachusetts. I was raised by my uncle and he put me into boarding school, then college. Anyway, as to your other, more mundane problems, I paid all of your debts, your utilities, your college, your rent and some CD club....you know those are a scam, don't you dear?"

"Yes, I found that out after CD's I never ordered kept arriving after I cancelled it." Brianna said laughing. "Thank you for taking care of everything for me."

"Well, before you begin to think of me as some gallant gentlemen, it was partly out of self preservation, my dear. Can't have creditors lurking about while your surgically altering an unwitting young girl. That sort of thing tends to make it to the papers." Stanhope stated with a grimace.

"I see. What would have happened if I wouldn't have been cooperative after waking up? If I wanted to leave immediately? Would I be in an adjoining room with the other girl, sharing a sedative?", the thought occurring to Brianna with a jolt.

"That is nothing I could truthfully answer without a heavy dollop of conjecture. Joseph and I had discussed it at some length, but one would not know how to react to every situation. We just needed to wait and see and let the cards fall where they must. I know that sounds so flippant, toying with a young woman's life without any type of contingency plan in place, but I assure you that every amenity would have been at your disposal. A reversal of some of the most basic of procedures, a house and an income for the rest of your life. Medical as well as psychological therapy would have been made available to you. I am ecstatic that you are willing to give this a chance, though. You have made an old man very, very happy indeed.", Stanhope finished, smiling over the table at Brianna in such a tender and affectionate manner, Brianna almost got choked up for a moment.

"I hope that everything will work out, and I have to say I'm relieved to know that there is a secondary plan in place just in case it doesn't. I..", said Brianna as she shifted in her seat. She felt the front of her robe slide to the left, exposing one turgid nipple, sending an electric shock to her re-awakening clit. "I....I...Oh God...", Brianna stammered as the warmth spread throughout her body. She gazed across the opulent setting and imagined herself being the main course of this meal. To lie spread eagle on the table and have this dapper, elderly gentleman running his tongue along her sopping wet slit. It would be like being eaten out by her grandfather. Brianna sat bolt upright as this deviant thought cause her pussy to spasm. "...my pussy is aching.", she found herself saying to no one in particular, then becoming totally aroused when it dawned on her that her admission was public knowledge now.

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