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.