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Achland Sex Rehab Center

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ChocolateStrawberry

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The Achland Sex Rehab Center looked like any other resort-style rehab hospital. Sitting on the back of private land, it looked like a postcard. Sterile white walls and a friendly staff, it was the place to go if one was suffering from too much sex drive. The first floor was the only one opened to visitors, and the patients and staff made it look like the rehab was working. That was the idea. The truth of Achland was hidden from view.

Treating sex with sex. It was Carrie Thown's brainchild, her greatest secret. Anyone who worked for her had to have the same sexual needs as her patients. It was a good deal. They came to her because they needed sex, and she made sure they got what they wanted while teaching them how to curb their desires just enough to look healed.

So far, it was working.

"Momma" Carrie Thown, the warden of Achland, was not a real mother. She just got a sexual thrill from being called that. Even in the most innocent of settings, she liked it. Her staff and patients had to call her Momma. Some thought it was her real name. She created Achland to put her perverse desires into action.

Tucking a strand of her black hair, she picked up the file of her first patient of the day. She was a pretty woman with black hair, blue eyes and large breasts that strained against her prim-and-proper business suit. Her nipples were pomenient as she didn't wear a bra (or panties). Around her, staff started their day. Everyone had to get to their first patients, start the day with a sexual bang.

That brought a smile to her face.
 
Dylan was nearby, sitting in a chair sipping the morning coffee while reading over the patient files to find who would be his first. Since he was just an intern it could literally be anyone but it seemed like he'd just have the standard care duty today. His long black hair was pulled back into a ragged ponytail and the red streaks stood out in the lighting of the room as he did. Dylan was wearing black khaki pants with a sleeveless black shirt and a standard issue labcoat; he rejected wearing the scrubs most interns did, claiming that they were uncomfortable. "It seems like I've got a slow day ahead. All for the better I suppose."
 
The sound of heels tapping had drawn Claire Daniels' attention and she had stood to cross to the door. Her eyes, blue wide eyes, were on Carrie even as she watched the woman pass. Her sigh was soft as she tucked blonde hair out of her eyes and moved to tuck her blonde hair out of her eyes, settling back on her bed. Her eyes slid closed. "God... this is still making me crazy." Her words were soft and she picked up her journal, turning the pages to the date, entering her thoughts as she waited, waited for someone to join her.

Katherine Jones had entered easily and picked up her file. She was willing to work alone and as a training doctor she had found that she enjoyed her chances to meet new people and work on files. Now she read the file and shut it again, glancing up and noting that Carrie was headed in a different direction. "Well... that's new." She murmured, turning her attention back to the pile. "I think the intern could work this one." She'd marked the boy's name on it before she walked away. She was headed towards the staffroom and lockers. Before she could get much further she'd heard the complaining and smirked, grabbing the file. "Hey Dylan... present for you." She'd dumped the case in his lap before she left.
 
"Hmm? Oh thanks alot Ms. Jones." Dylan said in a falsetto-irritated voice but then chuckled a bit and sat back and flipped the file she'd dropped on his lap open to see who it was. It seemed like it was just a new patient that had just come in, relatively speaking on the third floor. "Damn I hate that floor, but oh well." he sighed and sat back and continued to drink his coffee in an attempt to wake up that morning before he went to tangle with the more hardcore and violent patients. In another 5 minutes he'd be up and heading for the stairs, he never took the elevator, preferring the exercise of the stairs.
 
Being in a cell was depressing most times. Technically they weren't cells, but they felt like them. The meek girl at least looked at it as such, since she was ordered to stay inside unless otherwise directed. Aislyn had been given quite a pile of books, and even some games and other entertainment, but she was just laying on her bed, covers still up over her waist. Funny thing was, she was fully clothed.

Aislyn was there for all the wrong reasons, in her book at least. She hadn't been admitted there on her own accord, but rather given one of those interventions. Being her for her wasn't about her submissive tendencies. It was about her sexuality. Her parents were rich, and very traditional people. So when they found out she wasn't playing for the proper christian team, they found a place they thought would set her straight. Literally.
 
Momma opened the door to Claire's room. "Good morning," she said, making her first floor rounds first. Third floor would be later that afternoon. Claire was a woman who needed to be needed. She got aroused if her lover really wanted to be with her. Momma Carrie smiled as she closed the door, her eyes on the pretty blonde woman.

"How are you feeling today, Claire," she said. "You're looking so lovely." She sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs. She knew that Claire knew why she was there, having been through this many mornings. Momma Carrie liked to start with Claire. It was nice when one's lovers were appreciative.
 
"Good morning Momma." Claire had responded softly, unable to hide her smile. Momma was an attractive woman who Claire liked a lot. As the door came closed she found herself smiling a little more. She might be good at playing healed but she still craved the body contact she got from sex. The fact she was regularly treated by Momma made things all the better. "I feel okay." Her reply was soft, her smile a little shy, her usual act. She'd closed her journal to set it to one side before she spoke again. "Thank you."

Momma's soft compliment had made her blush but she was eager, so very eager to please and be pleased. It was clear in her eyes. Her eyes had gone right to Momma's legs, her smile sweet now as she let her eyes travel up over Momma's body to her eyes. "You look... stunning."

Katherine had found that she was smiling as she let herself into the girl's room. She had longed to do this for a long time and the chance to please someone, anyone was easy. "Good morning Aislyn." Her words were soft. She had always felt a little pity for the girl and she wanted to get the girl's day started right. "How are you feeling?"

Even as Claire and Katherine's days were beginning three people had yet to start their days.
 
"Good morning ma'am." She stated simply. The girl didn't like to bother anyone with her concerns or her depressions. Honestly, the shy girl just liked to be left alone to a certain extent. Aislyn also had a side that craved company, craving the ability to be useful to someone. It was very contradictory. She personally blamed the confusion on herself, not knowing what it was she really wanted.

She sat up when the woman entered her room. Aislyn was likely the tamest patient in the place, but her parents "desires" for her cure were impossible to fulfill for the time being. Nor did the staff really seem to have any intention of doing so, since they'd sent a female doctor. "I am... Feeling okay..." She stated with a dull voice.
 
"Your parents seem quite adamant we should straighten you out." Katherine spoke softly. She'd answered a phone to a very pushy woman the day before and she spoke gently now. "We won't force you to." She spoke kindly, moving closer to the girl in the bed once she'd shut the door. Now she smiled softly and moved to settle on the bed. "Okay?" She had sensed a little of the girl's pain and worry in her eyes and she wasn't about to press her too much.

She moved closer then spoke again softly. "Are you feeling up to a little treatment?" The question was gentle and kind, the reason she'd applied here was to ease the pain of girl's like Aislyn.
 
"Should I?" She asked in response to her parents wanting her straight. "It'd make them happy I'm sure." Her voice was cold when she said it, as if she would sacrifice all of her own desires, just to relieve her parents spiritual concerns. It wasn't Katherine that had made her act so emotionless. It was Aislyn's personal confusion.

"Treatment is a doctor's decision, right? I'll follow your perscriptions as you deem necessary."
 
Katherine had smiled softly. " You are your own girl." She spoke firmly. "We'll be keeping you in here for a while." She spoke warmly and fairly, moving to gently tuck the girl's hair out of her face. "So, do you want the treatment?" Her offer was a little more forceful this time. "Are you planning on letting them squash you or would you rather be pleasured and please me?" The question was warm but still forceful, offering the little bit of pressure the girl clearly needed.
 
It was always so much easier. Here the woman was, telling her she could make her own decisions. That's why Aislyn was always so eager to just give in to others. It was easier. Do this. Do that. Done. But that was what the doctors were here to really cure, since the parent's desires were less than ethical.

When the woman got more forceful, Aislyn bit her lower lip nervously. "I..." A part of her wanted time to think, to try and sort out her own convoluted mess. But Katherine wouldn't let her. "I want to please you, ma'am..." She said ever so quietly, as if her parents would hear or something.
 
"Say it a little louder." Katherine forced softly, pressing the girl to speak out loud. She wanted to hear the girl say it out loud. "Louder Aislyn, own it." She moved to stroke the girl's cheek and tempt her to do as she was saying, her rough voice softened by her gentler hand.

"Admit that you like it."
 
Aislyn trembled a little, scared as she was touched on her cheek. She looked so fragile, even as she spoke just a little louder. "Yes, ma'am... I... I want to please you. I like pleasing you." Her voice was trembling, her eye unable to look up and focus on the woman that was soon to treat her. Despite the shyness, her body was heating up, her body knowing she wanted this, even if her words expressed some uncertainty.
 
"Good girl." Katherine spoke softly but warmly and she wanted to see the girl smile or relax, either would work. "That's a good girl." Her words were soothing even as she shifted closer, tucking the girl's hair out of her eyes before she spoke again. "Get undressed." Her tone still held warmth but a fierce protective streak was kicking in.
 
Momma Carrie smiled, pushing a locke of claire's blonde hair from her face. "You're so sexy," she said, her eyes taking in the flimsy rehab uniform that the girl wore. "Why don't we start today's treatment with a massage? I want to see that lovely body under me, glistening."

She took out a small bottle of oil from her jacket pocket and held it up. "Now, claire, take off your clothes. I need to see you naked, sweetie. I want to touch that silky skin of yours." Want and need were key words for claire. they weren't a lie, but Momma knew to pepper her speach with them.
 
"Yes, ma'am." Aislyn spared no time in getting off her bed. She was very quick to take off her shirt, leaving it on her desk for later. Her young skin was flawless and looked soft to the touch. The skirt came quickly enough, leaving the girl in her standard issue panties. She actually didn't really like them, as she was excited by more interesting undergarments, though seeing any woman in any sort of undergarment did get her excited. Without shame, she unclipped her bra and slipped it off, along with her panties. Her petite frame exposed, she stood before her doctor. "Is this satisfactory?"
 
"That's perfect." She spoke sweetly now, enjoying the chance to get her excited before she used any slight force to get the girl any closer. She stood up slowly and moved closer. "Stay still." She had moved to walk around the girl, lazily drawing a circle around her neck before she moved closer. "Get on the bed." Her words were still soft and forceful.


As Momma had stroked her hair back out of her eyes she smiled and blushed slightly at Momma's words. She had smiled slightly. "I'd like that." She spoke softly, almost timidly. The word had made it easy for Claire to stand and strip, her flimsy clothing hitting the floor before she stepped out of it, her formal and fitted underwear had joined it almost instantly, she stood still, looking a little timid. "How's this?"
 
"Thank you." She responded, a slight cheer in her tone as she started pleasing her doctor's orders. Katherine then seemed to want to get a full look at her, going so far as to trace her finger along her neck, which made her shiver just a little. It felt so nice. Until another order came up. "Yes ma'am." Her response was prompt as she sat on the edge of the bed, her back straight and her hands gripping the corner of the mattress.
 
Katherine had smiled as she trailed a lazy hand over the girl's body, taking her time to tease the girl's breasts before she spoke again. "Lie back." She spoke softly but sweetly, forceably. "Take a breath child." Her words were gentle, sweet but firm as always. She hated seeing the girl cringe which was why she was careful to keep her voice warm and level but forceful enough to please her. "Relax for me."
 
Aislyn laid back on command, her nipples pert from just the single touch that glanced over them. She centered herself on the bed, her legs open just a tiny bit. As doctor's orders, she took a deep breath, relaxing herself some, but still mentally ready to spring to any order her doctor gave her. It was heavenly, and she even smiled a little, all because she had such a wonderful partner for the time being. Soft, tender, and willing to give orders.
 
"Good girl." Katherine knew that Aislyn needed to see and feel her presence and moved to kneel over the girl, her hand sliding over the girl's body, slow and teasing. "Open your legs a little more." She spoke softly but firmly. Her words were made clear by a light tweak on her breast, giving just enough pressure to prove it.
 
"Ahhn!" She gasped at the little tug on her breast. She felt herself warming up all over, a little wet in her most private of places. It was times like this that Aislyn couldn't imagine being straight. It always felt so sensual, so powerful. So right. Her legs opened wider. "It-it feels so good, doctor."
 
"Tell me what you like Aislyn." Her words were fierce and flirty at the same time. She had moved her hand to gently tweak Aislyn's other breast, softly but enough to get a responce from the girl. It was times like this that she found herself enjoying the girl's words and moans. "What feels good?" Her words were warmly toned and teasing. She needed to feel the girl respond and she loved knowing that she was happy.
 
Aislyn was blushing as she listed out what she liked between little gasps and moans from being touched. "I like... nnngh... Being tied up, blind folds, and uuhhh... I like seeing women's lingerie..." She ended the quick summary with her back arching, a touch to her breast making her gasp with a small squeak of a noise. "But... I most like... Pleasing."
 
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