Sexual Deviance
Part 2 - A Slut, A Disgusting Little Whore
F/f, D/s, bondage, Serious, nc
When Meg was finally delivered from her cell to Doctor Kavanagh's office, she
was so delirious with unsated desire that she could not even notice the
different nurse who was escorting her. Her night had passed in an agony of one
futile thrust at a time. Her muscles ached, her throat was dry, the inside of
her thighs sore and red where the leather of her panties had rubbed against
them.
And she was no nearer to her release than she had been last night.
Exhaustion had finally claimed her. Too fatigued to move, too aroused to sleep,
she had been crying softly, the recording of Doctor Kavanagh's words echoing
around in her cell.
"You are a slut.
"You are a disgusting little whore."
Her new nurse sat her down in her familiar seat in the doctor's office, and Meg
waited there, half aware of what a pitiful figure she must look. Her hair was
lank and straggly, stale sweat drying across her skin, her eyes hollow and
drained.
"Good morning, Miss Hayden," said the doctor upon arrival. Meg shivered at that
voice, the only sound other than her own screams that she had been able to hear
last night, a sound she had associated with her own agonised desire.
"Did you sleep well?"
Meg said nothing, bowing her head.
"Now that you are well rested, Miss Hayden, we can set to work on your therapy.
One of the most important parts of any therapy is recognising the deviations you
suffer from. Now, tell me, Miss Hayden, do you have any insights on that?"
Meg was silent.
"What are you, Miss Hayden?" the doctor asked, more firmly this time.
"Slut," she whispered in reply, utterly ashamed of herself.
"And? What else?"
"And..."
"Miss Hayden?"
"A disgusting little whore." She wanted to cry.
"Good. There's a good girl. Now, tell me. Do you want to be a slut and a whore?"
"No."
Meg looked up, and Doctor Kavanagh was beside her, standing over her. Her white
blouse was open a few buttons, revealing just enough tanned cleavage to make Meg
even more horny than before.
"Politeness is important, Miss Hayden. I took the time to learn your name, and I
have a great many patients, but little in the way of actual patience, if you
understand me. I would appreciate it if you addressed me properly, you worthless
little slut."
Meg started back in her chair. Doctor Kavanagh leaned forward, trapping her
there, her face very close to Meg's own.
"Do you understand me, you whore?" she snapped. "You fucking disgusting bitch. I
saw the recordings of your behaviour last night. Like a dog in heat. You disgust
me. What kind of slut are you?"
"You drugged my food," Meg rasped, a sudden bravery coming to her.
Doctor Kavanagh raised one perfectly arranged eyebrow. "I did not hear that,
Miss Hayden. Would you care to repeat it?" Her voice was low, dangerous.
"You drugged my food. Some sort of... aphrodisiac."
Meg cried out as the doctor suddenly slapped her across the face. "You fucking
bitch!" she shouted. "You little whore! How dare you say that? How dare you try
to blame us for your own revolting tendences? WE are trying to help you here -
to treat you! And this is how you respond?"
The doctor took back her seat. "Well," she said, folding her arms above her
ample bosom. "It is clear you need more treatment. Nurse Tanaka?"
"No!" Meg cried out, thoughts of that treatment room coming to her again. "No,
please, Doctor! I'll be good. I'm a slut. I'm a whore. I want to change! Please,
don't send me back there."
"It's the only way some people can learn," Doctor Kavanagh said forcefully.
Meg was still screaming as she was pulled away from the chair and taken back to
the corridor of the treatment rooms. Which room had she been in before? Was she
to be punished the same way - or something different? She could not bear the
thought of the electricity again, but surely anything else would be just as bad,
if not worse?
This was a different room, and she could not be sure whether that was better or
worse. There was a table in the middle of it, restraints fixed to it, and set so
it could be revolved. Just in front of the table was a TV screen, and in one
corner, Meg noticed, terrified, was a small chest.
The nurse dragged her unresisting body over to the table, and pushed her up
against it. Meg finally managed to focus enough to look at her, hoping there
might be some potential for mercy in her. At least this was not Kara. There
would have been no hope from her, Meg was sure.
This nurse was far shorter than the amazon, although still an inch or two taller
than Meg herself. She was clearly Asian in appearance, with some clearly
European features, especially her full, red lips. Her nurse's uniform looked
more practical than Kara's, but it was still more revealing than Meg might have
expected.
"One thing first," the nurse said, kneeling down beside Meg. Her hands, tipped
with long and sharp fingernails, ran up Meg's legs. The poor girl squirmed,
moaning at the sensation. She had always been ticklish, and Donna had used to
torment her with tickling games while she was handcuffed and utterly unable to
do anything about it.
But then she knew that release would be soon coming. Here, she was already
exhausted, and on a hair trigger, and she could not get Doctor Kavanagh's words
out of her. She was a slut, and a whore, and this was surely wrong. It must be.
"Nice legs," the nurse noted. "Good. I always like good legs on a woman."
She then reached inside the bottom of the straitjacket and slowly peeled away
Meg's leather panties, sliding them down her legs, lifting up her feet, and
tossing them aside.
"There," the Asian woman said.
"No!" Meg cried. "Please! Why...?"
She recoiled as Nurse Tanaka struck her. Her face still stung from Doctor
Kavanagh's blow, and this one had even more force to it. Meg cried out, and felt
tears rising in her eyes.
"Because I can," the nurse said. "Because I want to, and because there is
nothing you can do to stop me. And when no one else is around, call me Mistress
Aiko, understand?"
"Yes," Meg cried out, her poor mind too confused to do anything else. "Yes,
Mistress Aiko, I understand."
"I don't think so," she said, thoughtfully. "You strike me as a very stupid
girl. Are you a stupid girl?"
"Yes," Meg said, crying. "I am a stupid girl. And a slut. And a whore."
Mistress Aiko pursed her lips. "I like sluts," she said. "And whores,
particularly those like you that won't charge me. But I don't like stupid girls.
Oh well, we will see. You do have very nice legs."
She then levered Meg up onto the table. The nearly naked girl did not try to
resist, did not try to do anything other than let herself be manhandled in that
way. She lay there, paralysed with fear and confusion, as the nurse slowly fixed
her to the table, sensuously brushing against her legs or face as she did it, or
leaning over Meg, so that her cleavage brushed against the helpless girl's body.
Meg's straitjacket was hooked to the table by various straps and hooks. Leather
straps also held down her ankles, her thighs and her neck. She could not move at
all, other than slight shifting inside her straitjacket.
The table was then revolved so that, instead of lying down, Meg was now standing
up, although still helplessly bound. She was staring directly at the TV screen.
It was blank, for now.
Mistress Aiko then walked away from Meg, and the bound girl set her mind to
wandering. What could be in the chest? What instruments of 'therapy' would be
used on her this time. Not electricity again. Please, no. But what could be
worse?
Meg started to hyperventilate, her breath coming in harsh, quick gasps, her
heart pounding. She actually cried out when the nurse returned, brushing her
face as she did.
"Calm down," she said. "You will find I am kinder to you than Kara, although if
you would rather I return you to her care, then..."
"No!" Meg cried out. "I mean, no, Mistress Aiko." She tried to force a smile.
"You are very kind."
She frowned, but then shrugged. "Close your mouth."
Meg obeyed, and Nurse Tanaka forced a large piece of thick tape over her,
holding her lips firmly closed. Meg tried to protest, but only faint whimpers
emerged.
"You are here to watch, not speak," the nurse said, forcefully. "And speaking of
watching."
Two other pieces of tape, much smaller and thinner, were placed on her face,
just below her eyes. Each had three needles poking up, sharp.
"Keep your eyes open," the nurse advised. "Try to close them, and those needles
will rip your eyelids to shreds."
Meg almost closed her eyes instinctively, and only stopped herself at the first
touch of pressure on her eyelids. The nurse sighed.
"Here are your instructions. Watch what I am going to put on. Watch very
carefully. I will be... busy with another matter. If you come during the video,
then you understand I will have to tell Doctor Kavanagh, and she may consider
sending you for another course of electroshock therapy. You do understand?"
There was no way for Meg to answer yes, but the nurse seemed satisfied.
"Good. Now, just a moment."
Meg remained there still and silent. The lights to the room all suddenly went
out, leaving her in a pitch darkness that was soon relieved by a faint glow from
the television screen.
An image appeared. It was from above, and of a small, padded room. A girl was
lying on the floor, wearing a straitjacket and leather panties. Her head was
tilted back, her groin thrusting upwards into the air.
"Pretty, isn't she?" remarked Mistress Aiko, from just beside Meg. "A total
deviant, of course, but still... Remember what I told you."
She then slid down to the ground, and Meg felt her hand lightly brush her leg,
caressing her, tickling her, brushing her. It slid up her thigh, around to the
inside, up further, brushing aside the hem of her straitjacket.
Oh, no! Oh, God, no!
The folds of her pussy lips parted, and Meg's body trembled as one finger slid
inside her dripping cunt.
Oh, no!
Remember what I told you.
Meg knew she could not come. She dare not face more of the electricity. She dare
not go back to Kara. No, she couldn't.
On the screen, she staggered towards the wall, furiously rubbing herself against
it, vainly trying to obtain some friction on her sore pussy. The woman Meg
watched was insane, wailing, throwing herself this way and that.
You are a slut.
You are a disgusting little whore.
She felt her knees buckle. Had she not been restrained, she would have collapsed
to the floor.
I am a slut, she thought.
I am a disgusting little whore.
Do not come! Do not come!
Oh, God! Oh, God!
Do not come!
On the screen, she was wailing, thrusting up into the air, throwing her head
around insanely, her hair flying around her face. She looked like a wild, savage
creature, only barely a civilised human.
She felt the nurse lap at her throbbing pussy with a long, wet tongue. She
wanted to die right there and then. Not even Donna had made her feel so good...
Oh, God!
She wanted to moan, to scream, to make some sound, anything. She strained
against her bonds, but she could do nothing. She was trapped, to watch herself
act like the worst, most degraded slut in existence while wanting so much to act
like that again. She knew that if she were not bound now, she would be screaming
and wailing and humping anything in sight, just like the shameful creature she
was watching.
I am a slut, she thought. I'm worse than a slut.
There was no word to describe how disgusting she was.
Oh, God! Oh! Oh! Ohhhhh!
The sensation stopped, and she felt Mistress Aiko pull back, and stand up beside
her. "You taste delicious," the nurse said, her words only barely sensical to
Meg. "But it looks like you'd be ready to come any second now, electrotherapy or
not, so I decided to stop."
Thank you, Meg wanted to moan. Oh, God, thank you, Mistress Aiko.
"You do have lovely legs," the nurse noted. "Look. See."
On the screen, Meg had thrown herself onto her back, lifting her legs up high
into the air in a frenzy of denied lust, spreading her legs wide.
"I love a girl with nice legs. I enjoy the feel of then wrapped around my head."
Meg was crying now. How could she have behaved so... so... What kind of person
was she?
She knew the answer. She was a sexual deviant, a slut, a whore. She needed help.
Oh, God, she needed help!
Even now, even with this realisation, her cunt was throbbing mercilessly. It was
an incredible effort of will to bring her mind away from her carnal desires.
"You're actually very pretty," Mistress Aiko said. "I'd like to take you for a
spin myself sometime. But it's always business before pleasure here."
The degrading scene continued, each passing moment bringing a new and more
shameful display. Meg could not believe that thing was her.
Oh, God. That was disgusting.
"I think that's enough for now," Mistress Aiko said, finally. "There's more, but
I think you have the message."
Mercifully, she turned off the recording at that point, and removed both the gag
and the needles. Meg just stood there dumbly as she was unbound, and brought
forward. She paid no attention to reality at all, until she looked up, and found
herself in Doctor Kavanagh's office.
"So," the doctor said. "Do you have anything to tell me, Miss Hayden?"
"I'm sick," Meg whispered. "Please... I need help."
"You'll have to speak up. I hardly heard that."
"I'm sick," she said, louder.
"In what way, exactly, are you sick?"
"I'm... I'm what you said."
"A slut?"
"Yes."
"A disgusting whore?"
"Yes."
"A fucking bitch?"
"Yes."
"A sexual deviant?"
"Yes... oh, yes, doctor."
With that, she collapsed into pathetic, shameful tears, huddled on the chair,
images of her own degradation running through her mind. It was all true. She was
a sick, pathetic, sluttish...
Doctor Kavanagh waited until she had finished, and then walked over to her,
holding the young girl warmly. "Listen to me, Megan, that recognition is the
most important part of your therapy. We want to work at making you well. This is
what we'll do. I'll just ask you a few questions, we'll go over a few things,
just a beginning. Then one of the nurses will take you away, let you get washed,
give you something to eat, let you go to the toilet, clean you up a little...
you really do look a mess, Megan."
Doctor Kavanagh smiled warmly. "There's nothing you worry about. We'll have you
cured in no time. Now, first, I need to know about your first lesbian
experience."
"My first lesbian experience?" Meg said. She was sitting cross-legged on the
chair opposite Doctor Kavanagh. Her upper body was sticky and itchy with sweat,
her eyes sore from crying, her throat sore from screaming.
But she actually felt better. She had been shown what she really was, and that
sight had sickened her. She could not have believed she was capable of such
depravity.
She was to be cured, returned to the status of a normal human.
"I understand these questions may be embarrassing for you, Megan," Doctor
Kavanagh said. "But they are necessary. You must confront your own shameful
impulses before you can master them. You do want to be cured, don't you?"
"Yes, doctor."
"If you lie to me, or withhold information, then that would just waste my time.
I have others to treat as well. People who won't lie to me, who actually want to
be cured of their deviance."
"I want to be cured!" Meg cried. "Please, I want to be cured."
Doctor Kavanagh smiled. "Well, then, there is nothing to worry about. Now, your
first lesbian experience."
Meg breathed out slowly. "I think I was fifteen. Maybe sixteen, " she said. "At
high school. It was with a girl called Melissa. She was... seventeen, or
eighteen, I think. Older than me."
"Were you pretty in high school?"
"I... I think so."
"Were boys asking you out?"
"Yes, doctor. Lots of them."
"Did you accept any?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"None of them interested me. Some of them were only doing it to show their
friends. I didn't think any of them were interested in me."
"Go on."
"I cheated on a science test. One of the boys at school was the son of the
teacher, and he got hold of a copy of the test paper. I needed to pass it, and I
didn't understand it at all. I did study! I really did, but I just didn't get
it, and the teacher hated me...
"Kevin got me a copy of the paper."
"What did he want as paper? Sex?"
"No. He was... he took a lot of drugs. He just wanted money."
"Would you have fucked him if he had asked?"
"No!" Meg cried. "No, doctor."
"Why not? Was he ugly? Gay? Smell bad?"
"No... I just... I was still a virgin then. I didn't like him that much. I..."
Doctor Kavanagh waved her pen dismissively. "Go on."
"Melissa found out from him somehow. Maybe he said something while stoned, or
maybe she paid him for it. I don't know. But she confronted me about it."
"Was she attractive?"
"I didn't know then... but yes, she was. Gorgeous. Blond hair, tall,
athletic..."
"I don't want a full description, Miss Hayden. Go on."
"She came to me about it one day, after I'd had PE. I was running late, and it
was just me in the dressing room. She told me she knew I'd cheated, and she'd
tell if I didn't do what she said."
"What did she want?"
"Me to meet her in the toilets after school..."
Next: The First Time
