Positive Outcomes

Chapter One - A new client

Reginald walked into the modern office space, located on the outskirts of the city, with a raised eyebrow. If the stories he had heard were true, this was one of the most highly guarded secret facilities in the country if not the world. It looked little different than any of a thousand low rise office buildings that surrounded the city.

He walked up to the receptionist desk, the sleek metal and wood design was simple but stylish. Behind it on the wall was the modernly styled logo and the name of the company, "Positive Outcomes".

Sitting in the seat was a young woman, her blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail and she wore a smart power suit that hugged her thin frame. She looked up and smiled, "Hello, welcome to Positive Outcomes! How may I assist you?" she asked with a chipper attitude.

"I have a meeting with Mr. Trench at 2." he replied, his lips almost forming a smile but the gesture, so foreign to his face, failed to fully materialize.

"Oh, you must be Mr. Thompson, please have a seat and Mr. Trench's assistant will be right out to get you." the receptionist said and waved him over to the small group of chairs and a couch huddled around a coffee table filled with magazines.

He grunted in return and walked over to the couch, taking a seat but ignoring the magazines for his phone, reading through his e-mail and other items that were waiting for him. It was only a few minutes before another young woman, her heels clicking on the hard tile flooring of the office, came to retrieve him.

"Mr. Thompson, if you would please come with me?" she said smiling and directing him back into the office.

His opinion of the facilities didn't change the farther back she led him, the dull colours, rows of cubicles with offices around the outside and the flickering fluorescent lights would have been just as much at home at a government office or any large company.

There were a few people milling about, a mixture of young and old, men and women, all seemingly busy at whatever tasks they had been assigned.

They reached the back of the space where two larger offices were and the assistant led him into the one of the right, the sign on the glass of the office read "Donald Trench, CEO".

As he walked into the office the assistant closed the door behind him and Mr. Trench rose from his large chair behind his desk, a smile coming easily to his lips "Welcome Mr. Thompson, please have a seat."

Reginald took a quick look around the office, much like the reception area it was modern and minimalistic in nature. The desk was a large piece of glass with chrome legs, a computer and monitor the only things on it. On the wall to Reginald's right was another large monitor and the other walls of the office were sparsely adorned with modern art of some kind.

"Thank you, I have to say I'm not very impressed so far Mr. Trench."

"Oh, you mean the office? Yes well, it's intended to be that way, no better place to hide such an organization than in plain sight after all."

"I suppose." he conceded with a frown, "But from what I've heard I would have expected more... security."

"I understand, many of our new clients feel the same way at first, but we have built our organization to be secure without having to be so... gaudy, about it. I can assure you, the security and privacy of our work here is of the utmost importance to us."

"Yes, now about that work... our mutual acquaintance was a little vague about what exactly you do. Other than to assure me you could help with my current problem.

"Well Mr. Thompson... do you mind if I call you Reginald? We here at Positive Outcomes specialize in rehabilitating problematic individuals."

"That would be fine Donald. So you work with criminals to make them productive members of society again?"

"No, well sometimes, our clients are very diverse. Without naming names, they include governments, fortune 500 companies, criminal organizations, supervillains and even a few superheroes."

Reginald raised an eyebrow and Donald replied to the unasked question, "Yes, you see we don't discriminate on who qualifies as a problematic individual, we let our clients make the decision. We feel that we just aren't qualified to make those kinds of decisions, so we take on any client that can afford our services."

"Very entrepreneurial of you." Reginald replied with a huff.

"And very profitable as well." Donald replied without the slightest hint of subtlety or shame.

"So, if I have a 'problematic individual' that needs to be... rehabilitated, what exactly can you do for me?"

"Perhaps it would be easier to show you, we have three individuals in treatment now that I think will interest you. Let me bring up their current status..." Donald said as he typed on his computer for a moment and then the larger monitor on the wall came to life.

Chapter Two - SolarGirl

Reginald watched the video being displayed and leaned forward in his seat, it was obviously a live feed of a small room, in the center was a naked woman sitting in a steel framework of some kind.

"I'm sure that even without her costume you recognize SolarGirl?" Donald asked.

"Yes... yes, obviously." Reginald replied, taken aback by what was on the display.

SolarGirl was clearly not restrained in the metal frame but was making no attempt to raise herself from it either. Instead, she seemed to almost be relaxed as she leaned forward into it, her breasts protruding through two holes in it and her chin resting in a padded extension that kept her head upright. There was a broad smile on her lips.

Most surprising though was the large machine sitting just behind her, it had two large wheels attached to it and wide leather straps spaced around each one. They were spinning and slapping SolarGirl's ass repeatedly.

"We've had SolarGirl for just over two weeks now and her rehabilitation is coming along well."

"And what exactly is her rehabilitation?"

"Ah, well, the client has requested that she be rehabilitated into a pain slut. Of course with SolarGirl's near invulnerability that isn't really possible, there so little that could actually cause her pain. It would be more aurate to say that she's being rehabilitated into an abuse slut. By the time she leaves here, she'll be turned on by any kind of physical or verbal abuse."

"And how exactly do you accomplish such a thing?"

"I'm glad you asked." Donald replied and reached over and touched his monitor, causing the video to zoom in on SolarGirl's head.

"You see the small device attached to her temple?"

"Yes."

"That's an emotional recorder/player. At the moment, as seen by the green led, it's replaying an emotional response we recorded earlier. This allows us to rehabilitate the subject in any way a client requests.

This is done through a two-phased approach. In the first phase, we use a mixture of chemical stimulants and physical stimulation to bring the subject to orgasm, repeatedly. For women, this continuous cycle of orgasms usually becomes addictive after two or three days, and just like any addict, they'll do anything for their next fix.

For men it takes significantly longer, they just don't have the same capacity as women do. So while we do have various drugs that help, it still takes longer with men.

Once the addiction sets in we spend the next several days tweaking the process so that we get, and record, the most powerful orgasms that we can. We usually spend a week with the subject in this phase, making sure we have a good variety of data to use during the second phase."

"I'm sure SolarGirl put up quite the struggle." Reginald replied, nodding at the insidiousness of the process, using one's own pleasure against them.

"You know, I almost feel sorry for SolarGirl, she succumbed in only a matter of hours. It happened so fast we weren't sure she wasn't faking it somehow. The poor girl was filled with so many doubts about herself and feelings of inadequacy that the release of such powerful orgasms simply overwhelmed her almost immediately.

We recorded the most emotionally impactful orgasms we've ever seen from her on the first day. By the end of the second day, we just didn't have anything else to do with her in phase 1 and moved on to phase two immediately."

"I'm surprised, she always seemed so... confident."

"Yes, but isn't that the way sometimes? We present one face to the world, but it's only a mask to hide behind?"

Reginald nodded in agreement as Donald continued.

"Once phase 1 is complete we have an opportunity to take care of any outstanding issues with the subject's availability or any information the client needs from the subject. In SolarGirl's case, the client had captured her when she stumbled into his secret lair.

While a short disappearance is a common circumstance for any hero, an extended one, or a permanent one as the client has requested, would eventually raise suspicions. So once we were confident of phase 1 for her, she eagerly agreed to make a recording for her cousin when we asked as long as she got to have another orgasm. I'm told SolarMan isn't very happy with her impulsive quest to find more refugee's from their doomed homeworld, but isn't suspicious of it either.

The client already had a detailed file on SolarGirl, including her secret identity, so no other information was requested, but she would have been just as eager to tell us whatever we wanted her to as long as she received another fix."

"And what will happen when SolarMan realizes she's not coming back?"

"Well, that will be months from now and he'll be convinced she's halfway across the galaxy. Even if he does for some reason start searching here on Earth and finds her, she'll be conditioned to provide a perfectly reasonable explanation. She'll confide in him that she had been burnt out as a hero, that she needed some time to herself and that she knew he wouldn't leave her alone if she had just said as much. She'll then tell him that she's not going to return to being a hero, that she's found happiness outside of that world and has no desire to return.

Even if he doesn't believe her and asks one of his telepathic friends to check, on the surface she'll be quite happy with her life. And no respectable telepath will dig any deeper without consent, which she, of course, won't give."

"Of course." Reginald replied and once more almost smiled as Donald continued.

"In phase 2 we use the data from phase 1 to do a classic positive enforcement rehabilitation process. In a standard case like SolarGirl, we start with expanding their normal sexual responses and preferences. It took a few days to bring her around on each aspect, oral being the hardest, but surprisingly anal was the easiest. It turns out she had a bit of a thing for anal before she ever came to us.

Phase 2 usually takes four to six weeks, depending on the subject of course as well as the client's requests. The first week is pretty standard as I've already said, the second and third usually are focused on any specific sexual proclivities the client has requested and the final weeks re-enforce and apply any final adjustments that are required.

SolarGirl has been so susceptible to the process that she'll be done by the end of this week and be shipped to the client."

Reginald looked at the display, still zoomed in on SolarGirl's head, "Her lips are moving, is she saying something?"

"Hmmm? Oh, yes, well we usually leave the auditory tweaks to near the end, but SolarGirl is coming along so fast that we've overlapped them with the rest of her rehabilitation... here, let me turn up the volume for you." Donald replied and touched his screen, the speakers of the monitor coming to life.

"P... ple... please Daddy... sp... spank me... harder... I... I'm a buh... buh... bad girl..." SolarGirl's voice played over the speakers as the sound of the leather straps landing on her ass echoed through the room.

"Another couple of hours and that stutter will be gone, then we'll move on to other areas of her anatomy. The client has specifically requested that she be able to orgasm from just having her breasts slapped, but by the time she's done if you spend enough time slapping it, pretty much any part of her body will bring her to orgasm."

Donald zoomed the display out once more and muted it, "As I said, SolarGirl has been quite easy to rehabilitate, let me show you one of our subjects who has been more challenging." he said as the screen changed to another room.

Chapter Three - Miracle Maiden

The room on the display was different than the one the housed SolarGirl, unlike her metal framework, in the center of this room was a classic medical table that had been raised up so that the subject on it was almost standing upright, but still leaning back slightly. However, like SolarGirl, this woman was also completely naked.

Reginald studied the woman for a moment and something in the back of his mind told him he should recognize her but her visage didn't bring anything to the top of his mind.

The woman was tall, at least 6 foot, but that wasn't what drew his eye. Instead, it was the two large, round globes that stuck out from her chest and completely dominated her appearance.

After pulling his eyes away from them, he managed to look up to her face, it was surrounded by a golden halo of hair that fell well below her shoulders. Her face was made up with heavy makeup and her lips were puffy and looked to be hard to close completely.

He managed to quickly scan over the rest of her body which was slightly muscular but clearly in top physical form and had over a dozen tubes running to different locations on it.

"Do you recognize her?" Donald asked.

Reginald furrowed his brow before answering, "It feels like I should, but it escapes me."

"That's to be expected, the client intends to use her in public once her rehabilitation is complete so we've had to make significant physical modifications to her and we're not done yet either. Perhaps a small hint? In her home country, she is royalty..."

It hit him like a ton of bricks, it was those eyes, those dark piercing eyes, "Miracle Maiden?!"

"Yes, the mighty amazon princess herself. She's been with us for over 6 weeks now and will take at least that much longer to complete her rehabilitation."

"12 weeks? Why so long?"

"Well it started with phase 1 really, unlike SolarGirl, Miracle Maiden did not so easily succumb to it. In fact, she took almost the entire first seven days to finally give in. After that, phase 2 has been just as much of a struggle, with each and every aspect of her rehabilitation taking longer than expected.

But even so, we would have finished with her in another week or two at most, but the client has requested some physical changes that will take longer than the standard timeline."

"You've already made such drastic changes, what more could he want?"

"You are correct of course, she's gone through a dozen surgeries so far, four just on her breasts. Her ability to heal has been a great benefit in those cases, letting us do more surgeries than would otherwise be possible. But it has also been a challenge in another aspect of the client's request.

I assume you noticed the tubes running to different parts of her body?"

"Yes, I was wondering what those are for."

"The client has requested that Miracle Maiden become his perfect trophy wife. Arm candy for him to display to the world. And while her height was not an issue for him, her amazonian physique was. It simply would not due for her to be dressed up in a tiny little black dress with her bulging muscles on full display.

Our lab team has come up with a solution of course, it turns out that her super strength is not rooted in her physical musculature, instead being derived from the magical endowments bestowed on her and her sisters. As such, her ripped physique was actually due to the training and exercise routine she maintained as an amazon warrior.

As such we've been injecting her muscles with a custom-tailored catabolic steroid, which breaks down muscle mass.

The complication is, of course, her ability to heal from even serious wounds. It has been limiting the effectiveness of the treatment. We've had her on a constant drip for the last four weeks and have reduced her muscle mass by 20%. We've targeted a total reduction of 60%, so doing the simple math she'll be with us for at least another eight weeks."

"60%, do you think that might be too much?"

"We've provided the client with some renders of different percentages and while 60% is significant, it's what he's chosen. He's looking for that classic 'tits on a stick' effect and I think he'll be quite happy with the result.

Next week she'll be going under the knife once more for her final procedures; an eye colour change, a brow lift to open up the eyes, a nose job, the removal of two ribs and the fitting of an internal corset.

Though I have to admit that I'm proudest of what our team was able to accomplish with her vocal cords. Here, let me show you..." Donald said as he turned the speakers on once more before pulling out his phone from his jacket pocket and dialing.

A moment later a ring tone could be heard just off camera in the room, "Hi John, could you give us a little demonstration of the work we've done on her voice?"

A slightly distant voice came across the monitor, "Sure, hang on a sec."

Then a man in a white coat entered the frame and stood beside Miracle Maiden, "Hi DeeDee, you've got some admirers, why don't you say hi?" he said and pointed to the camera.

Miracle Maiden's cold stare evaporated instantly as she looked directly at the camera and forced her puffy lips into a smile, "Oh my god! That's soooo amazing! Hi guys! Like, do you want to see my big fake tits bounce up and down?" she cried out, her high pitched voice filled with pink bubblegum and sparkles.

Reginald, like everyone else, had heard Miracle Maiden speak many times. Often at the UN, or during press interviews, or public service announcements or even charity events. Her strong, determined, steady voice was nowhere to be found in the sounds coming from the monitor's speakers.

Instead, the high pitched sing-song voice seemed more appropriate to a teenager and the words would have never crossed the lips of the high and mighty Miracle Maiden.

"Thanks John." Donald said and hung up. John waved back at the camera as Miracle Maiden shook her enormous breasts from side to side, then up and down, the wide smile plastered across her face the entire time.

"We've had quite a bit of time and been able to implement almost all of the client's requests. She's focused on her looks now more than anything, her entire world view revolves around her appearance with a special focus on her breasts. Well her looks as well as pleasing the client of course.

Her ability to make decisions has been severely curtailed, in fact any decision that isn't about her appearance she'll look to the client to make. As an extension of that, conversation on any topic other than fashion and appearance will be met with a giggle and some variation of how she's just a silly girl and doesn't know anything about whatever topic was brought up.

As you can see, she's quite proud of her breasts, the client was quite particular that she should be willing to expose them at his request no matter where they were or what they were doing."

"I'm sure that will be quite the party trick."

"Yes, I'm sure it will be."

"And... DeeDee?"

"Ah, yes, mostly a place holder for the time being. The client has made multiple change requests to her name, I'm not sure if he's really decided yet even now. It's a simple enough change though, at this point, her mind is so scrambled that a few hours of rehabilitation is all it takes to implant a new name for her.

We'll continue to tweak and re-enforce her rehabilitation over the next 8 weeks until her physical alterations are complete, then we'll ship her to the client."