Story 1:

Amy sat in the waiting room thankful that she was the only one there. Her problem was to her, minor, but very embarrassing. No matter how many times she tried, she couldn't get off to save her life. She owned several vibrators and dildo's, and had had sex with several men, but she simply couldn't cum. She had heard about the clinic and reluctantly made an appointment.

The door opened and a young woman, probably not much older then Amy herself, called her name. Amy stood up and followed the woman. The woman was dressed in a sort of nurses uniform. "Hello Amy. My name's Cheryl. I am the assistant manager head nurse at The Sexual Clinic." she said. "Nice to meet you." Amy said.

"First we're going to have you fill out some forms. All the questions are voluntary so if you are uncomfortable answering some you can skip them. However the more questions you answer, the more we can help you." Cheryl said.

She led Amy to a small room. Amy sat down at a table. On the table were two pieces of paper and a pen. "I'll give you a few minutes to fill those out." Cheryl said.

Amy answered a good deal of the questions, but she skipped over the really embarrassing ones. A few minutes after she was finished, Cheryl came back. "Ah good. Please follow me to the therapy room. We're going to begin our first session." she said. Amy nervously followed her.

The therapy room consisted of a table with a large weird device on one end, and a chair. "Do I need to take my clothes off?" Amy asked nervously. "Oh, goodness no. Not if you're uncomfortable in doing so. No, all you need to do is lie on the table and slide your head into the machine on the end." she said. Amy looked at the weird device attached to the end of the table. There was an opening big enough for her head to easily fit in.

"What is that thing?" she asked Cheryl. 'It's a device that will help relax you and make you more open. All it really is, is a sort of blindfold. You get the benefits of not seeing but not the distraction of feeling a blindfold across your face." she said.

Amy was unsure how not being able to see would help relax her, but then again she was the patient, not the nurse. She got onto the table and slid her head into the machine. "Now just relax and let yourself unwind." Cheryl said. Despite her head being totally enclosed, she found that she could hear Cheryl just fine. Amazingly she was starting to relax. She felt a slight tingling in her scalp.

"Now, I want you to visualize that you're on a secluded island. Nobody around except you and the man of your dreams." Cheryl said. Amy could picture the island in her mind. She could almost feel the warmth of the sand under her feet. A tall dark haired man was standing in front of her. The tingling in her scalp increased slightly. They were having sex now. She could actually feel herself becoming aroused. Her breathing became heavier. "Thats good. Keep going." Cheryl said every few minutes.

It happened. For the first time since she had been in highschool, she came. It was a small orgasm, but it had been an orgasm all right. Amy laid there panting and truly surprised. Cheryl helped her off the table. "Good Girl Amy!. I think we made some real progress today." she said. Amy barely heard her. She was in a happy daze. The next thing she was aware of was her scheduling her next appointment. She was looking forward to her next session.

Story 2:

Tabitha removed the last of her clothing in the changing room. Nurse Cheryl had instructed her to change into the full bodied leotard she had given her. She slipped into it. It was skin tight and left little to the imagination. She noticed that there were slits cut into the crotch and anal areas. She was partly dreading the next session, and partly looking forward to it. Being raped had left Tabitha mentally scarred and had destroyed her sex life. Today's session involved penetration, something which she feared, yet wanted badly.

She left the changing room. "Ok, now please follow me to Therapy room 3 Tabitha." Nurse Cheryl said. Tabitha nervously followed her.

Therapy room 3 had a low table in it. The top of the table had padding similar to a gym mat on it. The table was about two feet off the ground. There was a smaller table of equal height next to the larger table. On this table were a dildo, a buttplug, and a device that looked like a helmet. All had wires running from them to a device underneath the table. "I want you to get onto the table, hands and knees, and spread your legs." Nurse Cheryl said.

Tabitha nervously complied. She was on her hands and knees on top of the table. Her body trembled in fear. "Now, we're going to start with your bottom. This should be easier for you since you were not violated there. I will lubricate the plug, but I want you to insert it into your bottom." she said. She took a small bottle of lubricant from her pocket and applied a liberal amount to the butt plug. Tabitha grabbed it with a shaking hand.

She brought the tip of the plug to the slit in the leotard, then stopped. It was just barely touching her rosebud. She couldn't do it. "Come now. Insert it into your bottom." Nurse Cheryl said. "I can't!" Tabitha said. She was on the verge of tears now. The nurse gave her several hard swats on her bottom. Tabitha was crying now. "Now, be a good girl and insert it into your bottom! Don't make he have to get Dr. Holden." she said.

Sobbing and shaking, Tabitha started pushing the plug in. It hurt. It was a large plug. She continued pushing it in. She HAD to get it in there. She had to be a good girl. Nurse Cheryl knew what was best for her after all. Finally the largest diameter of the plug went in and it tapered down to a slightly smaller diameter. The wide base prevented it from going in any further. The nurse checked the wires coming from the base of the plug to make sure they were properly connected to the device under the table.

Tabitha was sobbing. She wanted to die. It was almost like being raped all over again. Suddenly she felt Nurse Cheryl's hands caressing her back. Her sobbing ceased. "Good girl Tabitha." she said. Those were the words Tabitha had wanted to hear. Those three magic words... All of Tabitha's fears and doubts melted away. She was at peace now. Nurse Cheryl lubricated the dildo and gave it to Tabitha "Ok, now be a good girl and insert the dildo into your pussy." she said.

Tabitha pushed the dildo into her pussy without much of a second thought. She wanted to be a good girl. She needed to be a good girl. She lived for the wonderful life affirming feeling of being called a "good girl" by Nurse Cheryl or Dr. Holden.

"Now the helmet." Nurse Cheryl said. Tabitha eagerly put the helmet on her head. The nurse fastened the chin strap and checked all the connections one last time. Then she took a remote from her other pocket and tapped a few buttons on it.

Tabitha started crying out. A wet spot quickly formed around her crotch. It was sheer raw pleasure and it was overloading her mind. She could feel the strong electrical tingle all over her head in conjunction with the pleasure surging from the devices inside her. She came... and came... and came again. She was so happy that she had obeyed Nurse Cheryl. Nothing else mattered except for obeying Dr. Holden. Dr. Holden was her ultimate master, but when he wasn't around Nurse Cheryl was her mistress.

Nurse Cheryl watched her writhe and moan on the table. Tabitha's progress had been slow, but now it was paying off. It had taken several weeks to get this far with her, but now that her body as well as her mind had been fully penetrated, the rest of the process would go much faster. The session finished up, and Tabitha lay on the table panting and in a deep daze. She didn't even notice the nurse pulling the plug and dildo out of her. The next thing she was aware of was eagerly confirming the date of her next appointment.

"Here, I want you to continue your treatment at home." Nurse Cheryl said. She handed Tabitha a paper bag. "Inside are two instruments similar to what was inside you today. I want you to insert them into their respective places before you go to bed at night. A leather thong is included to make sure they stay in. You may use whatever lubricant you wish just as long as it's not cooking oil. That will damage the instruments." the nurse said.

Tabitha took the bag without second thought. Nurse Cheryl knew what was best for her after all.

Story 3:

Caroline sat in the waiting room eagerly waiting for her next session. Underneath her baggy clothing was the special suit Nurse Cheryl had instructed her to wear. She could feel the dildo's connected to the suit inside her. She had come to enjoy that feeling. She was only a few sessions away from becoming Dr Holden's newest servant. She looked forward to the day when she could quit her job and live with her master.

The door opened and Nurse Cheryl entered. "Hello Caroline. We're ready to see you now." she said. Caroline got up and quickly followed the nurse to Therapy room 5. This therapy room had no table. There was a large machine with a platform for a human to stand on. Caroline automatically started removing her clothing. "I see you're wearing your suit. Good girl Caroline!" Nurse Cheryl said.

Caroline's world melted away into sheer bliss. Nurse Cheryl had said those three words. Those three wonderful magical words. Once she had removed all her clothing except her suit, she stood there happily awaiting her next command. "Now get onto the platform." the nurse said.

Caroline complied immediately. There were markings that showed her where to place her feet and hands. Nurse Cheryl strapped down her arms and legs. Caroline was now standing with slightly spread legs, and arms restrained above her head. The suit had many connectors and ports on it and Nurse Cheryl started connecting them to the wires that ran from the machine.

Two large black wires went into the connectors of the dildo's that were embedded in her ass and pussy. Two went to the connectors for the embedded nipple clamps. Many smaller wires went to various connectors on the suit. Several larger wires went to connectors that were located along the length of her spine.

After she was wired up, the helmet was next. Caroline's head was enclosed in metal sphere that had hundreds of skinny black wires running from it, and one thick black wire coming out the back.

"Now we may begin." Nurse Cheryl said. Caroline felt a powerful electrical zap to the dildo in her ass. It was followed by an equally powerful zap to her pussy. The tingling in her scalp started and everything faded away...

The nurse watched as the session progressed. Caroline had been quite a fighter. It had taken several sessions to ensnare her. Tightening the snare had been a long, slow process, but now she was in far too deep to be rescued. The machine she was hooked to was among other things locating the last areas of resistance in her mind and destroying them. Caroline's days as a corporate shark would soon be over.

The next thing Caroline was aware of was her reading a contract. In a nutshell her signing the contract would give Dr. Holden full control of her bank accounts and all of her assets. She signed it without second thought. Dr. Holden knew what was best for her after all. He and Nurse Cheryl were looking out for her and protecting her from herself.

She realized that she was wearing her baggy clothing again and felt the dildo's in her suit. They felt larger this time, and the suit felt a bit tighter. She liked that feeling. She imagined that the suits tightness was Dr. Holden hugging her tighter. She could hardly wait for the next session.

Story 4:

It was 5 PM. Closing time. Cheryl locked the main door. She was staying late to tend to a couple special patients and give Dr. Holden her weekly status report.

At the end of one of the hallways was a metal door. Cheryl unlocked it. Behind it was a staircase that led up to the second floor. On the second floor were more exotic and intensive therapy rooms for the most stubborn patients.

Inside one of the rooms a woman was strapped to a table. There were several pins with wires connected to them that were sticking out of her scalp. She was struggling and crying. The wires ran to a control box that sat on a wheeled cart. Cheryl walked over to the woman. "Now Alei, you should know by now that fighting it hurts. The more you fight the more it's going to hurt." Cheryl said.

Cheryl turned up one of the dials on the control box. The woman started crying louder and struggling harder. The restraints were made of a strong composite material and would never give. Cheryl; turned off the lights and left the woman alone in the dark.

There was one other patient on the second floor. Cheryl saw her next. The woman was hooked to a similar machine as Alei was. "Please...make the pain stop..." she pleaded with the nurse. "I can't do that Chloe. Only you can do that." Cheryl said. "But... I don't wanna...be a slave...!" Chloe said. Cheryl increased the intensity until Chloe was screaming and struggling. She turned the lights off and left.

Dr. Holdens office was on the second floor, across from the therapy rooms. Cheryl found him in there doing some paperwork. "Hello Cheryl." he said. "Hello master." she said. "Do you wish to hear my status report?" she asked him. "Go ahead." he said.

"We have a new girl who has begun treatment. A young woman named Amy Weller. She has a good physical appearance, but might need some minor body modification. Tabitha has accepted penetration with dildo's. Caroline is progressing according to plan, she signed the contract without much hesitation. As for our special patients: Alei is still fighting the process, but she is growing weaker and more desperate, And Chloe's resistance is on the verge of breaking down." Cheryl said.

Dr. Holden smiled. "Excellent." he said. "You've been a good girl Cheryl." he said. Hearing those three magical words made her cum. "Good girl Cheryl" reverberated inside her mind. "Thank you master!" she said panting. He got up and walked behind her. One hand went up her white dress and started caressing her ass. His conditioning had made Cheryl ultra sensitive to any sort of touch by him. Just him merely touching her was enough to get her off. This didn't work on her with anybody else, only Dr. Holden.

"There's a female FBI agent whose trying to find out more about me. I want you to recruit her." he said. "Yes master! Where does she live?" she asked him. He gave her a piece of paper with an address written on it. "I want you to sneak into her house tonight and use the recruitment device on her." he said. "It shall be done master!" she said. He gave her ass a gentle smack, which made her cum again.

Cheryl left the building to go home and change. She didn't think about what she was going to be doing. The fact that it was illegal and dangerous didn't concern her. After all, Dr. Holden knew what was best for Cheryl, and the patients that they took care of. And he certainly knew what was best for female FBI snoops.