Dr Jessica Walton floated into the conference room like a fragrance to join Moriarty and the three nurses around the table. A petite woman in her late thirties, she dressed like a senior executive, exuding an air of calm corporate efficiency.
"Good morning ladies," she chirped, gliding into her seat. "I thought I should introduce myself before my first session with ..." Walton glanced at the papers in her hand. "My first session with Dean." She crossed her legs, revealing sheer black stockings reaching down to expensive light blue heels. "Now, I believe that you have some idea about the nature of this project."
The three nurses exchanged furtive glances until Cindi finally spoke.
"I know that there's a prisoner from the county jail. He's to perform sex acts. I think it's a research project, but you plan to make money with ... films." Cindi's tone highlighted her doubts and the nurses exchanged more looks until Kimberley added.
"We're getting paid to abuse him in the Treatment Room. We're to humiliate and torture him while you make his cock bigger with some secret drug."
"Your role is to prepare him for his role in the Dionysus Project. Humiliation and torture are such ... rough words. We are looking for something more refined, such as ... debasement and conditioning. We are not selling a submissive sissy slave. We're selling a stallion, someone that all women will want. Therefore, there is a great deal of careful work for you. We must tread a fine line between getting the subject to do what he may not want to do, and demeaning him to such a degree that he is unable to perform his sexual role."
The three nurses nodded, though Walton was unsure that they understood the nature of the task ahead.
"We also need to provide the subject with a 'refuge' where he can feel safe. Now this could be a place, or it could be a person. Someone he can turn to when all the pain and degradation become too much for him, and I know there will be quite a lot of discomfort and humiliation to come. We've decided that Dr Moriarty should be his 'refuge' for the next few months. The subject needs to see Dr Moriarty looking after his interests, looking after his safety. She will be his saviour." She looked across to her colleague and smiled.
"Good cop, bad cop," Tiffany commented.
"In simple terms, that would be an apt description."
"Even though the bad cops are only following the orders of the good cop?"
There was a tense silence after Tiffany's remark until Walton spoke, her tone brisk and sharp.
"Your task is to prepare Dean for his future life as a porn star and sex slave. You must follow our instructions. The subject must endure a painful and demeaning experience if we are to achieve our objectives, and you are to receive your very generous bonus." The mention of the cash bonus for a successful project silenced the three women until Cindi asked a question.
"Can we fuck him?"
"You may, but he must be bound. He must know that he is servicing you. He is to be just a sex toy for our enjoyment. He can only engage in bondage sex. I am not suggesting that you deny him pleasure. We need to maintain his morale over the next few years, but he must serve us. Is that clear?"
"He's going to service me. I can get used to that." The other nurses giggled at Kimberley's remark, and the discussion around the table dwelt on the subject's luscious body until Moriarty began to explain the scale of the degradation and the purpose of the main activities.
"We need to remove his sense of shame at masturbating in public. We will be gradually expanding the range of scenarios, to eventually include anal penetration. He must be subject to a wide selection of demeaning and degrading circumstances until there is simply no situation where he will feel uncomfortable being both naked and performing before an audience. He will be kept naked at all times. It is your task to make him both shameless and eager to please me."
The three women knew that their contracts required them to perform a variety of shocking and disgraceful tasks, and to follow the instructions of Moriarty and Walton without question. Patterson had demanded that at least one of the nurses, Tiffany, was actually a registered nurse. Cindi was a former security guard and Kimberley had been a police officer before being dismissed from the LAPD for theft. Moriarty had insisted that they dressed and acted like whores in costumes. Dean was to learn to loath them, and to look to her for salvation.
"Now, as you know," Walton continued. "The subject is currently lying on the table in the Treatment Room. We'll be giving him 'tremor therapy' today, to set the tone for his treatment. You will administer the treatment, and you will abuse and insult him while it happens. Dr Moriarty will arrive to end the treatment, and then she will take the subject to his cell. Is that clear?"
Walton ascended, as gracefully as a model, to pass her hands along her tight light blue skirt. She always selected the most elegant attire, even when burrowing into the bowels of naked suspects in icy cellars in eastern Europe. She was an acknowledged authority in 'conditioning' suspects and potential threats, who chose profit before patriotism when she resigned from the CIA to exploit her expertise.
"Now, I think it's time I was introduced to Mr Brown. Has he been prepared according to my instructions?" she asked Cindi.
"He's ready and waiting, and he's been there for thirty minutes."
"Only half an hour? Let's leave him there a little longer. Kerry, let's have a cup of coffee and a cake. We'll leave our subject to stew in his own juices for a while."
Moriarty and Walton entered the Treatment Room an hour later to find Dean strapped to the table, his hands by his side with his knees spread apart, exposing his anus as well as displaying his penis. Walton stood over him, smiling down on him as she inspected the binding, tightening the knee restraints to draw his pelvis higher from the table. He grimaced at the discomfort, his body taut within the belts.
"Now, Dean," Walton began. "I want you to relax. I'm here to help you reveal everything. I want you to tell me all of your secrets, all of your darkest fantasies. That is why you are naked and bound to this table. You can have no secrets from me. You are revealing all of your body, your fantastic body." Walton could not resist letting her hands rest on his heaving chest. "Do you understand?"
"Yes Miss," he gasped, looking down at her hand on his sweating body.
"Good. I want us to be friends. Good friends." Her hand wandered along his stomach to reach his erection, and she began to massage his glistening tip. She was pleased to note a compliant movement of the hips as she took hold of his foreskin to rub the flesh against the palm of her hand.
"I've brought Dr Moriarty along because she needs to know all of your secrets. She wants to help you. Do you want that? Do you want Dr Moriarty to help you?"
