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.
