Chapter 2 - corrective treatment

"Relax My Dear." Sophie croons. "Try not to tense and struggle, it only makes it harder. Now - I asked you an important question - when did you last orgasm?" Hannah's body is still, every muscle in her body tensed as she feels herself being violated, powerless to resist, her legs spread hopelessly wide by the saddle, the dildo in her vagina penetrating and filling her.

Hannah quivers, shaking with fear and shock, struggling to speak as the sensation of the moving intruder in her pussy dominates her consciousness. "Please - please take it out! Please don't do this!" Her breathing ragged, she struggles in vain, her chest and abdomen flexing desperately as she tries to free herself from the feeling of violation and helplessness.

"My Dear, don't make me ask again." Sophie says, adjusting a control on the console. "I asked you when you last orgasmed."

"W-what?" Hannah manages, trying to wrench her concentration away from the sensations in her pelvis. "I-I don't know - please! Stop!" Sophie sighs quietly, and adjusts another dial, watching a display with several moving graphs and indicators. Suddenly Hannah jumps again, her body spasming in its tight restraints, a yelping scream coming from her as she wriggles to try to find relief from the unwanted stimulation as the flared base of the dildo comes to life, vibrating intensely against Hannah's spread vulva. The girl is unable to lift her pelvis from the firm vibrating ring that nestles at the bottom of the dildo, and the effect on her is both obvious and immediate. Her futile wriggling causes her petite breasts to jiggle, and her hips to gyrate spasmodically. She begins to whimper as she feels the vibrations both inside her full pussy and against the delicate folds of her lips, which she can feel beginning to swell with arousal.

Suddenly she is aware of the musky scent of her own pussy juices in her nostrils. It's a smell that she has always associated with embarrassment and humiliation, her most frequent nightmares involving someone pointing out her arousal in public, the fear of a tell-tale wet patch visible through her panties, or the smell of her hormonally laden lubrication giving away her body's animal desires. She thinks of the wipes she usually carries, how she slips shamefully off the to restroom to sanitize herself whenever she feels an unwelcome flush of engorgement 'there'. She blushes red with anxiety and embarrassment as she realizes that her body's responses to her stimulation are laid completely bare by the computer to which she is attached, and that her most intimate exposure is not her nakedness, but the fact that the rising sexual excitement her body is feeling is so obvious and visible.

She begins begging incoherently for Sophie to stop, even as she feels her ability to control her body's response to the stimulation slipping away. Opening her tightly closed eyes, and realizing that every muscle in her body is clenched, she tries once more to relax, to stay in control, and hears Sophie's question once more: "When did you last orgasm, Hannah?"

Hannah breathes deep, trying to ignore the rising heat in her loins, resisting her desire to begin to thrust her hips in response to the stimulation, the suddenly gasps, blurting out "I-I don't know - I don't remember, please stop! Probably a few months ago? I don't remember - really - Ohhh! Shit! No!"

Sophie dials the stimulation back down, leaving it at a barely noticeable buzz, and Hannah slumps, exhausted in her bondage, her body covered with a light sheen of perspiration. "There now - that wasn't so hard, was it?" Sophie smiles, coming back to stand in front of Hannah, her hands idly rubbing her enormous belly as she regards the restrained girl with the satisfaction of work done well.

"Now tell me Hannah, why haven't you orgasmed more recently than that? Don't be shy, it's important for me to know so we can remove the blocks to your sexual fulfillment." Hannah is panting, sagging in her restrained, brought back into the present by the Sophie's question. She realizes to her embarrassment that her hips are wriggling almost imperceptibly on her intrusive stool, rubbing her intimate parts on the no virtually silent stimulator. She stops, flushing again with embarrassment, as she reminds herself that she is relieved by the end of the unwanted stimulation. "Do you need me to turn it back on Hannah?" Sophie asks, not unkindly, as Hannah struggles to concentrate."

"N-no." Hannah manages. "Please, no - I - I just, I don't know, I don't like to - it just feels wrong, like I'm not in control. It embarrasses me to do it. I just don't do it often." Hannah flushes again, her difficulty in talking about the subject obvious to Sophie.

"So you like to feel in control of your sexuality?" Sophie offers, eliciting as much of a nod as Hannah's neck cuff will allow. "Well My Dear, looking at these readings your body has other ideas!The next stage of your treatment we're going to help you to orgasm multiple times, and while you're doing that we're going to deactivate the neural pathways that are holding you back. When we're done you should find that you won't have those behavioral inhibitors any longer, you'll be able to just follow your body's needs without all those silly worries!" Sophie kneels down in front of the restrained girl, her head level with Hannah's belly, and strokes Hannah's tense stomach, tracing her fingers over the girl's hips, then down to her smooth pussy lips, wet with lubrication and puffy with arousal.

Hannah squirms, "No please!" she begins, but Sophie brings her finger to her lips, and Hannah stops mid sentence.

"Your pussy enjoyed that, didn't it Hannah?"

"No! No - I want you to stop, please, I don't want this, please let me go!"

"That's not what I asked, Hannah." Sophie says, her fingers tracing Hannah's sensitive, moist vulva. "I asked whether your pussy enjoyed that. Did it? It certainly smells like it did." Sophie begins to move her fingers in delicate circles, tenderly moving Hannah's labia, massaging the girls' most intimate areas.

Hannah closes her eyes, her breathing deep but uneven. "I - I'm sorry - I think I may be a little wet, you know, down there." She mumbles, her hips shifting slightly in response to Sophie's touch.

"Don't apologize Hannah. You have nothing to be sorry for. Now. We're going to stimulate you a little more, and I want you to try to concentrate on how your body is feeling, not on judging those feelings. Do you think you can do that?"

Hannah breathes unevenly, gasping as Sophie gently grazes her clitoris, her body suddenly electric with desire. Her head nods slightly, her eyes still closed, her pelvis moving subtly, pressing herself gently against Sophie's probing fingers as she feels her resistance draining away. She remembers that she was going to explain to Sophie that she did not want that, but she can't remember why.

Sophie stands, smiling as she notices Hannah's body spasm at the withdrawal of the gentle touch, and waddles to the control panel once more. She types briefly on the console, and then watches closely as the machine leaps to life once more, its motion causing Hannah to squeal uncontrollably as the two motors resume their work on her most sensitive parts.