Rose's Descent - Chapter 2

Through heavy eyes Rose scanned the financial report for the third time, hoping fruitlessly that it might start to make sense. It wasn't a complicated document; hell, a few weeks ago the fiercely intelligent young woman would have just skimmed through, picked out the key figures and already been halfway through typing up her assessment. Now though it may as well have been written in Latin for all she could understand.

Letting out a great sigh, Rose sank back into her office chair and buried her head in her hands. God, she thought with despair, how had everything gone so wrong, so quickly? Of course it was a rhetorical question; Rose knew very well the cause of all her recent troubles; after all it was sitting in an office not ten feet from her desk! Evelyn; her manager, and a woman who Rose had once considered her only friend. 

When Rose was at her lowest, Evelyn had offered her a shoulder to cry on, then plied her with booze and used that moment of vulnerability to seduce and blackmail her. Now the cruel woman had complete control of Rose's life, and was doing her best to make it a living hell.

Almost a month had passed since that fateful afternoon, where Evelyn had sprung her trap and turned Rose into her plaything. Enlisting the help of Rose's arch nemesis Jennifer (the platinum blonde bimbo who'd stolen her job, boyfriend and any chance at her dream career in fashion), Evelyn had publicly humiliated her, forced her to dress as a slut and made her suck Jennifer's toes while being used as a human sex toy. It had been the most degrading experience of Rose's life, and things hadn't improved since.

Rose now woke every morning at 5:30 sharp, and would immediately drive to Evelyn's for no later than 6:00. She would let herself in and then creep as quietly as possible around the house while completing her morning chores. This meant cleaning the kitchen until it sparkled, preparing Evelyn's work clothes and lunch for the day, and running a piping hot bath ready for the moment her tormentor woke up.

Evelyn would leisurely rise and without a word of thanks, slip into the steaming bath that was ready and waiting for her. As she soaked blissfully in the tub, Rose would kneel mutely on the floor, waiting for Evelyn to have her pass up some beauty product, rinse her hair, shave her legs, or complete any other belittling task that came to mind. When Evelyn was done, Rose would help towel down her naked body, before scurrying back down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

While Evelyn enjoyed a delicious cooked breakfast and sipped on a rich mug of coffee, Rose would kneel beneath the table, tenderly rubbing the older woman's feet. If she was lucky, Evelyn might throw her down a crust of toast or a half-chewed morsel of bacon, but more often than not she was made to go hungry.

Rose used to hate her little office job; reminding her as it did of the promising career that had been snatched from her. Now though, the hours she spent typing away at her desk were the highlight of her day. Not wanting to draw the attention of the other girls in the office, Evelyn seemed content to mostly leave Rose to her own devices. Work became a refuge from the humiliation and abuse that her life had become, and Rose found herself cherishing every moment she spent there.

Of course it wasn't all plain sailing. Any chance Evelyn saw to subtly torment her young victim was eagerly seized upon. Whether it was spitting in her morning coffee, making her work through her lunch break or groping her ass when no-one was looking, Evelyn made sure Rose was kept in her place. Once, she'd even bundled poor Rose into a supply cupboard, pushed one hand up her skirt and with the other, stuffed a pair of well worn panties into her mouth.

"I've been wearing these all week so they're nice and tasty for you," Evelyn had laughed.

Before they returned to the office, Evelyn told Rose in no uncertain terms that she was to keep the panties right where they were for the rest of the day. The terrified girl then spent the afternoon with her head down, praying none of the other girls would talk to her, with the taste of Evelyn's sweaty pussy fresh on her tongue.

Still, even with these occasional torments, her time at work was infinitely preferable to the rest of her miserable life. As the clock struck 17:00 and the other girls excitedly returned to their normal lives, Rose would feel a pit of dread open within her; knowing her true torture was about to begin.

Rose drove straight from work to Evelyn's house, and upon arrival immediately changed into her 'uniform.' This was essentially whichever hideously slutty outfit Evelyn had chosen from the growing collection she and Jennifer were helping Rose to build. Invariably this meant Rose would be tottering around in outrageously high heels and a painfully tight corset, with acres of flesh on display for Evelyn to devour with her eyes.

Since Evelyn seemed to enjoy treating her like a servant, Rose would then be made to clean the house from top to bottom. It was truly backbreaking work. Evelyn demanded perfection, and her reluctant young maid would often find herself knelt scrubbing floors or scouring surfaces until her arms ached and her knees bled. To make matters worse, Evelyn seemed to delight in looming over her as she worked, mocking her, spitting on her, reaching down and molesting her; constantly doing her level best to make sure Rose's self-esteem was suffering just as much as her body.

When the house was finally deemed to be sufficiently clean, Rose was allowed a brief break to use the bathroom, before getting straight to work cooking Evelyn's evening meal. This was always a fancy affair; pan fried scallops, fragrant spicy curry, rich roast lamb with seasonal vegetables, Rose's culinary skills have improved dramatically! Though of course she wasn't permitted such luxuries; instead Rose ate bland, flavourless oatmeal from a dog bowl beneath the kitchen table. Depending on her mood, Evelyn might also spit in it, tip the bowl straight onto the floor or even lace up her muddy boots and step in it; laughing as Rose licked the gruel from her filthy soles.

Finally, beaten down and weary after hours of household chores and a humiliating dinner, Rose would then have to endure what remained of the evening as Evelyn's personal sex slave. It would start almost pleasantly; with Evelyn tenderly kissing her lips and stripping away her provocative clothing, as Rose returned the favour. When both women were naked, she would then have Rose worship every inch of her curvy, statuesque body. 

The young Irish girl would start at her feet, taking her toes in her mouth and sucking them delicately, then would slowly kiss her way up Evelyn's thick meaty legs, digging her tongue into every crease and crevice of skin as she went. Rose would keep going, pushing her face into Evelyn's peachy ass, suckling on her voluptuous breasts and even licking the sweat from under her arms; all as the older women let out blissful groans of pleasure.

In all honesty Rose didn't mind those moments of quiet worship. Sure, it was humiliating, but no worse than what she had to endure through the rest of the day. While she was no lesbian, there was no doubt Evelyn was a beautiful, practically Amazonian woman, and she had to admit there was something more than a little exciting about enjoying such intimate access to her body. This peaceful worship however was only the start. Before long Evelyn's sadistic desires came bubbling back to the surface, and any enjoyment Rose might have felt was very quickly snuffed out.

It always began with a rain of insults, as Evelyn's pleasurable moans became peppered with degrading comments; calling Rose a slut, telling her she was pathetic, mocking her for allowing herself to be treated like this. Soon the abuse became physical, with Evelyn reaching down and pinching her ass, or twisting her nipples or even slapping her across the face if she felt particularly cruel. At first Rose would recoil in shock, but she soon learned that to stop her worship only meant she'd be hit harder, so she bravely kept kissing and licking as instructed, enduring the pain and trying not to sob too loudly.

When Evelyn finally tired of this game, she would grab Rose by the scruff of her neck, half-drag her up the stairs and hurl her onto the bed. She would then thrust a large strap on dildo and harness into the terrified girl's hands, and watch with amusement as Rose helped her into it; pulling tight every strap and fastening every buckle of the implement that was about to destroy her.

What followed was a fucking more brutal than, just a few months ago, anything Rose could have possibly imagined. Bigger and more powerful than her young victim, Evelyn pinned Rose to the bed with ease; degrading and belittling her with a slap of the ass or mocking taunt at every opportunity as she pounded her tight pussy raw. Rose would scream in agony as each thrust of the massive member felt like it was tearing into her; though her cries were muffled as Evelyn grabbed her by the neck and forced her head into the pillow. 

In a strange way what shamed Rose most about the whole ordeal was the fact that some deep, primal part of her actually seemed to enjoy it. As much as she despised the painful, humiliating way it was done to her, she couldn't deny that feeling Evelyn's silicone cock filling her pussy lit a fire between her legs. No matter how humiliated she felt or how much pain she suffered, the animalistic fucking would bring her to orgasm time and time again; sending waves of ecstacy crashing through her body even as tears of despair streaked down her cheeks. Feeling pleasure as a result of such abuse left Rose feeling dirty and perverted in a way she never had before.

When Evelyn could finally contain her lust no more, she'd discard the strap on, grab a fistful of Rose's bright blonde hair and viciously force the poor girl's head between her legs. Fighting the exhaustion, Rose would push out her weary tongue and lap at the older woman's pussy like her life depended on it. As Rose's innocent tongue sensually massaged her clit, Evelyn would wrap her powerful thighs around the young girl's head and force her face deeper into her sex. She would howl with pleasure; uncontrollably rocking her curvaceous body back and forth against the bed as Rose's tongue had her cumming again and again.

Finally satisfied, Evelyn would then kick her unceremoniously out of the bed and issue her final instructions for the evening. It could be anything from making her a cup of cocoa, doing some ironing or even typing up a report for work that Evelyn just couldn't be bothered to do herself. Either way, it would keep Rose busy and working into the early hours, while Evelyn enjoyed a relaxing night's sleep upstairs.

Each night the moment Rose finally returned home, her trembling legs gave way the second she walked through the door. Physically and emotionally drained from another day of torment, she would practically drag herself to her bedroom, and snatch the two or three hours sleep she could before her alarm woke her at 5:30, ready to do it all again the next day.

Even weekends were no break from her troubles. On Saturdays, Evelyn would take her out in the evening and force her to drink so much alcohol she could barely see. She would laugh sadistically as Rose staggered through the streets blind drunk, before dragging her home to be used as her own personal sex toy. Then on Sundays she would have to fight through the hangover and spend the day shopping with Jennifer; enduring a barrage of objectifying comments about her body as the woman who had taken everything from her 'helped' her to pick out yet another grotesque edition to her ever-growing wardrobe of slutty, provocative clothing.

Surviving on just a couple of hours sleep each night, with her every waking moment filled either with backbreaking work or relentless sexual abuse was really starting to take it's toll on Rose's state of mind. She was completely and utterly exhausted; a shadow of her former self. Her body ached constantly and sagged with fatigue; as she sat slumped in her office chair, head in hands and utterly unable to complete the most simple task demanded of her, Rose really wasn't sure how much more of this she could take.

"Right girls, can I have your attention please?" 

Evelyn's booming voice snapped Rose back to reality. The woman that made her life a living hell had emerged from her office, and was now addressing the room with a sweet smile beaming on her face. With her neat brown hair, bright red lipstick and warm eyes, it was hard to believe this almost motherly figure was the same person who spent each night abusing her.

"Now as you know, Phobos Financial is a company that really cares about the mental health and wellbeing of our staff," Evelyn couldn't resist shooting Rose a knowing smile. "So I am delighted to announce that we have arranged for a qualified mental health practitioner to visit us today to give each of you a dedicated one on one session, and make sure you're as happy and healthy as you can be."

Amber and Jess, the girls who made up the rest of the Phobos admin team, grinned and called out their thanks; clearly happy to know their thoughtful manager had their best interests at heart. Rose however, all too aware of where Evelyn's apparently kind gestures could lead, was rather more dubious.

"Ah perfect timing, she's just arrived," Evelyn nodded, glancing down at her phone. 

The click-clack of her high-heels against the hard office floor sounded ominous as Evelyn strode purposefully from the small room and down the corridor, towards the glass sliding doors of the building's public entrance. When she returned a moment later, she was accompanied by one of the most stunning women Rose had ever laid eyes on.

"Ladies, I'd like to introduce you to Nurse Michelle Scott," Evelyn announced gleefully.

"Oh please, call me Michelle," the beautiful woman smiled with a professional warmth.

Like Evelyn, Michelle was a big beautiful woman, who looked to be in her late 30's and whose fit, gym toned body had curves in all the right places. At close to 6 foot tall she towered over Rose; her broad shoulders and wide hips dwarfed the pretty Irish girl's diminutive figure. Her dark skin looked positively radiant against the crisp white nurses uniform which stretched from her low cut shirt to the knee length skirt that was practically wrapped around her thick, powerful thighs. What struck Rose most though was the woman's enormous round ass, which was so large it looked like the slightest movement might have it ripping through the skirt like it was made of paper.

After a brief round of introductions, Evelyn set Michelle up in the meeting room and told the girls they would be going in one by one for their check ups. Rose watched with interest as the other girls disappeared into the room; wondering what issues they were discussing with the Nurse and hoping Michelle would be able to help them. She didn't know her colleagues well, but they seemed nice enough, and Rose didn't like the thought of them struggling. Though she thought grimly that no matter how skilled Michelle might be, her own woes would be beyond the help of any medical professional.

She wasn't too concerned about Amber, who volunteered to take the first appointment. The mixed race nineteen year old was a bundle of positive energy who seemed to take everything in her stride. The pretty, fresh faced girl was incredibly excitable, and could often be heard squealing with delight at the seemingly smallest things. Predictably she wasn't in there long, and within 30 minutes and breezed back into the office with her usual carefree, confident swagger.

Her colleague Jess on the other hand was another matter. With her pale white skin, jet black hair and multiple facial piercings she had the kind of alternative look that Rose always found slightly intimidating; a feeling that was only intensified by her quick temper, frequent sarcastic comments and general disinterest in anything Rose said or did. Yes, she could quite easily imagine Jess having some kind of psychological issues that Michelle could help with. 

An hour or so later Jess emerged and returned to her desk, closely followed by Michelle. As the only girl in the office yet to be seen, Rose knew it was her turn and stood up timidly. With warm eyes and a welcoming smile, the Nurse called out and becknowed her forwards.

"You must be Rose; it's so lovely to meet you! Please come in."

With each step Rose took towards Michelle's makeshift clinic, she actually began to feel a little more positive. After the ordeal of the last few weeks, she needed to speak to someone more than ever. Too exhausted and ashamed to reach out to her family back home, she found herself becoming more and more isolated. The chance to share her troubles with a professional, or even just to interact with another human being without facing abuse and ridicule, suddenly seemed like the most exciting prospect imaginable! Hell, perhaps Michelle could even find a way to get her out of this mess all-together. For the first time in weeks Rose had a genuine smile on her face, though her newfound optimism quickly faded as she felt a familiar, looming presence at her shoulder.

"Ah Rose I'm so glad I caught you," Evelyn stood smiling like a cat left alone with an open fish tank. "I thought it might be best if I sat in on your little session for moral support. Don't worry, it won't be awkward, Michelle and I are old friends."

"O-old friends?" Rose stammered, icy fingers of fear gripping her chest. Something about this was all wrong; she could feel it in her bones.

"Oh yes, we've known each other for years and have an excellent working relationship. I think it would be highly beneficial for me to sit in given how honestly you've confided in me in the past, don't you?"

"I-I-I-," Rose grasped desperately for a way out the situation.

"Now while I do agree it's often helpful to have a friendly face with you for support," Michelle interjected. "It's important to remember that you should only agree to this if you feel happy and comfortable to do so. If you would rather come in and speak to me alone, just say the word and we'll keep everything strictly confidential."

"Of course, how silly of me; you know I'd hate it if I ever made you uncomfortable in any way! It's entirely up to you, would you prefer I accompanied you, or would you rather keep things private?" Evelyn asked with a raised eyebrow, almost daring her to step out of line.

"I er… well I…," Rose sighed and slumped her shoulders in defeat, knowing that with the power Evelyn had to ruin her life, she had little choice in the matter. "I want you to come in."

"Excellent," Michelle beamed, gesturing to the empty meeting room. "Shall we get started?"

The three women made their way through the door and closed it firmly behind them. For a moment Rose balked in alarm at the sight of some kind of bizarre dentist's chair Michelle seemed to have set up in the corner; though thankfully she was ushered past that and told to take a seat on one of three chairs that had been arranged in a circle at the centre of the room.

"Alright then," Michelle began, taking the seat opposite Rose and crossing her legs neatly. "Now normally I'd begin by asking how you're doing, however Evelyn informs me there are some particular issues you would like to address?"

"Er well, I…" Rose glanced suspiciously at her boss, already wary that all was not as it seemed.

"Yes that's right, poor Rose here has really been struggling these last few weeks haven't you?" Evelyn reached over and gave her leg a friendly squeeze.

"I see, and what seems to be the problem?"

"Well," Evelyn replied before Rose could even absorb what was happening. "One night Rose here had a few too many drinks and ended up giving me a little kiss didn't you?"

"W-well yes but…"

"And ever since," Evelyn talked over her. "The poor thing's been having all sorts of confusing thoughts about her sexuality."

"I see," Michelle furrowed her brow thoughtfully, then addressed Rose directly. "So you think you may be homosexual, but you're not certain?"

"What? No! I-I'm not a lesbian!" Rose spluttered indignantly.

"Ah alright then," Michelle nodded. "So this was an isolated incident then? You haven't taken part in any further homosexual activity since?"

"I… well I mean I have but only because…"

"Shhh hey it's alright, it's alright, just take a breath," Michelle leaned forwards and took her hands reassuringly. "I know these kind of feelings can be very confusing, but I promise if you trust me, I really can help you make sense of all this. Can you do that? Can you trust me?"

Rose's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. This was ridiculous; she wasn't a lesbian! She had only ever been attracted to men; in fact she'd spent most of her teenage years dreaming about some handsome man coming to sweep her off her feet, to love and protect her, to make feel special. It was a life she thought she'd found until that bitch Jennifer came and took it all away. Yet if a part of her didn't enjoy it, why did Evelyn's brutal fucking have her cumming over and over again, night after night? Maybe she was a little confused, and perhaps Michelle really would be able to help her come to terms with it. 

"Y-yeah, I trust you," she said with a sheepish smile.

"Perfect, I promise you won't regret it," Michelle gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to start by giving you a little examination, okay?"

"O-okay, no problem."

"Very good. Then can we start by removing your clothes please?"

Being well used to stripping off in front of other women by now, Rose didn't hesitate to unbutton her blouse, slip off her skirt and peel away her underwear as she was told. Though she couldn't help but flush as she noticed Evelyn's leering eyes drinking in her pert, naked body. Michelle didn't seem to notice as she slipped on a pair of skin-tight, latex medical gloves with an exaggerated snap.

"Alright then, let's take a little look at you shall we?"

With clinical efficiency Michelle set about her surprisingly thorough examination of Rose's body. She carefully ran her hands over the soft, delicate flesh beneath Rose's arms and across her belly, poking, prodding and staring intently as she went. Rose's eyes widened with surprise as Michelle brought a hand up to her breast and traced the tip of her nail around her small, rapidly stiffening nipple; before pinching and rolling it gently between her thumb and forefinger.

"Now tell me, how does that feel?" the Nurse asked professionally.

"It.. it uhhh…" Rose swallowed nervously to suppress a little moan of pleasure. "It feels nice, I-I guess…"

"Alright good, and how about…" Michelle dropped her free hand between Rose's legs, placed two fingers against the inside of thigh and sensually slid it up into her groin. "... this? How does this feel?"

"Gaaaahh," Rose gasped. "Y-yeah, g-good too."

"Hmm I see… alright then," Michelle sat back down and patted herself on the lap. "If you could please lie down with your bottom facing me?"

As always Rose did as Michelle told her, clambering down awkwardly until she lay with her waist resting on the Nurse's thick thighs. God, she thought, even by her standards this was humiliating; she felt like a naughty little girl about to be spanked by her Mother!

"Now I need you to keep very still for me okay?" Michelle said as she spooled thick, clear liquid from what looked like a bottle of hand-soap beside her. 

The hand disappeared above Rose's line of sight and to her immense shock, she soon felt it resting on the small of her back, as two fingers slid between her butt cheeks and spread the cool liquid between them. A bolt of panic shot through her as Rose realised what was about to happen, but before she could so much as take a breath to refuse, Michelle's probing fingers pushed deeply between her cheeks, and though her whole body clenched against the intruder, the lube covered digits glided effortlessly inside her.

Rose cried out in shock; her ass had been a one way street her entire life, yet now it was filled by this beautiful woman's nimble fingers. At first Rose felt violated; she hated the alien sensation of being penetrated in such a way. Though as Michelle began to rhythmically pump her hand back and forth, curling her fingers and probing deeper into her passage with each push; that same shameful, buried part part of her that moaned and bucked against Evelyn's cock each night reared its ugly, lustful head, and she almost started to enjoy it.

"How about that? Does that feel good too?" Michelle asked with just the tiniest hint of amusement in her voice.

"I-I-I don't know," Rose gasped breathlessly.

"What was that? You don't know if it feels good or not?"

"I-I'm sorry, I j-just don't…"

"It's alright, it's alright… I understand," Michelle withdrew her finger and gave Rose a comforting pat on the bottom. "I know this is all very confusing for you, and as I said I promise I'll be able to help."

"T-thank you," Rose stammered with relief.

"You're very welcome," Michelle said kindly. "Alright then, so it's pretty clear that your body is experiencing quite a powerful reaction to the touch of another woman. Now what we need to do is find out whether this is simply a physical reaction to being so intimately touched, or whether it's the result of homosexual desires being an innate part of your sexuality."

"Okay, and er, how are we going to do that?"

"Well as long as you're happy to give it a go, what I'd like to do is to run a couple of quick tests which should give me a much better understanding of your current state of mind, and put us in a position to devise an effective treatment plan for you moving forwards."

 "Yeah, I guess that sounds alright; I mean, if you really think it will help..."

"Perfect. In that case, if you can get down and kneel on the floor for me please?"

Grateful to escape her compromising position, Rose slid from her perch on the Nurse's legs and knelt timidly at her feet. She almost lost her balance as Michelle then stood up, kicked away the chair and stepped so that she stood so close to Rose, the pointed tips of her high-heeled shoes practically touched her knees.

"Okay so now what I'm going to do is show you my bottom, and what I need you to do for me is to starting kissing it, nice and gently," Michelle instructed, as though this was a perfectly reasonable request.

Rose gawped in disbelief as Michelle turned on the spot, reached down to the hem of her skirt and pulled it right up to the small of her back; exposing her enormous ass just inches from the young girl's face. It was sight that took her breath away; two beautiful, brown globes of flesh, so large they could almost swallow her whole.

"Y-you want me kiss it?" Rose trembled.

"Yes that's right. I think it's important for us to monitor and understand the way your body reacts to experiencing sexual contact with another woman."

As much as deep down Rose knew this wasn't right, something about Michelle's professional tone and swaying, hypnotic ass washed away her doubts, making this all seem like a perfectly normal medical procedure. Almost unconciously, Rose felt her face gravitating up between Michelle's legs; she pursed her lips, pushed them against curve of the woman's dark skin and planted a kiss on her soft buttock.

"Yes that's it, keep going… and Evelyn, I wonder if you might be able to lend a hand?" Michelle called over her shoulder.

"Oh absolutely, I'd be more than happy to," Evelyn grinned, standing up from her chair and stepping towards them.

"Perfect, in that case, I'd like you to start foundling her nipples as she goes; since she seemed to enjoy it so much earlier. Perhaps run your hands up and down her thighs as well. If I recall, she seemed to find that rather pleasurable as well."

Rose shuddered as Evelyn's arms enveloped her in a kind of bear hug; one hand darting to squeeze and pull on her nipple while the other snaked it's way between her legs and began molesting her inner-thigh.

"Come on darling," the cruel woman growled in Rose's ear. "Be a good girl and kiss Michelle's big, juicy bottom for me. Remember, it's all for your own good."

Really not liking where this was going but too scared to refuse, Rose kept going, pecking kiss after delicate kiss around every inch of Michelle's enormous round cheeks. Each time her lips touched skin, Evelyn would ramp up her assault, alternating between hurting and teasing the poor girl until she could barely think.

Kiss, kiss, kiss

Rose yelped as Evelyn tugged down on her nipple viciously.

Kiss, kiss, kiss

"That's it, what a good little patient," Michelle reached back and patted Rose's head like a proud parent. "You just keep kissing my ass, don't worry about anything else; we'll soon clear all this confusion right up."

Kiss, kiss, kiss

Evelyn's hand ran further and further up Rose's thigh until she was practically stroking her pussy. As her probing fingers reached the young girl's clit, they pressed down and began to gently rub.

Kiss, kiss, kiss

This was all getting too much; with each kiss Rose's lips trembled and let out shallow gasps of pleasure.

"Yes there you go, looks like we're really starting to see the kind of results I was expecting," Michelle smiled down warmly. "Evelyn, if you don't mind, would you please place the patient's nose between my cheeks? I think it would be beneficial for her to give my bottom a little sniff."

"Wait, what d…" Rose started, but was interrupted as Evelyn grabbed a fistful if her blonde hair pushed her nose into the cracks of Michelle's ass.

"Come on now, don't think about it, just do it. Get your nose up there and take a great big whiff."

With Evelyn's fingers rubbing away between her legs, Rose couldn't concentrate enough to do anything but what the Nurse told her, and inhaled deeply.

Sniff, sniff, sniff

Rose's whole body stiffening as her nostrils were filled with the musty scent of Michelle's ass. 

"O-oh fuck," Rose groaned to herself.

"Go on, keep going," Michelle encouraged.

With Evelyn's strong hands holding her head in place, Rose couldn't have refused if she wanted to. She continued to sniff long and hard, deeply breathing in Michelle's scent until she could taste her ass in the back of her throat.

"Oh look at you go," Evelyn cooed gleefully. "Such a perfect little ass sniffer!"

"Yes, she really is doing an excellent job," Michelle agreed. "But I still think she can do better? Do you think you could perhaps give her a little push so she can really get her nose up there?"

"Oh yes, you know me, anything to help out!"

With that Evelyn pushed Rose's face so that it nestled firmly between Michelle's ass cheeks. Those huge round globes became her entire world, smothering her nose and mouth in a pillow of warm flesh so that she couldn't breathe. 

"Mmmmmph!" 

The pathetic moan that escaped Rose's lips was swallowed beneath the immense mass of Michelle's cheeks. Instinctively she tried to free herself, but Evelyn's powerful grip held fast. No matter how she tried to turn or pivot her head, there was no escape from her soft, squidgy prison. Feeling panic begin to rise in her chest, Rose tried desperately to take in some air, but each time found herself just sucking uselessly at the Nurse's tightly clenched asshole.

"Mmmmmph! Mmmmmph!"

Rose's cries found her no mercy. If anything, Evelyn's fingers only rubbed at her pussy harder and faster until soon her whole body was shaking with arousal. She didn't know if she was imagining it, but it almost felt like the pressure on her face was increasing, as though Michelle was leaning back, gyrating and grinding that stunning ass into her oxygen starved face.

"Mmmmmph! Mmmmmph! MMMMPPH!"

With every passing moment it became harder and harder for Rose to think rationally. Along with her desperation to draw breath, her mind was entirely consumed by the ripples of ecstasy pulsing through her body.

"So Michelle what do you think?" Evelyn asked innocently. "Is it too early to make your assessment?"

"Hmm well she certainly seems to be making a lot of noise for someone who isn't enjoying themselves, so I find it quite hard to believe that this isn't genuine arousal," Michelle said thoughtfully. "However it's important we don't jump to any conclusions; tell me Evelyn, is there any sign of wetness of the vagina?"

"Oh yes, she's utterly soaking!"

"Ahh yes, I was afraid that might be the case." Michelle sighed in resignation. "I think there's little doubt these confusing, anxious thoughts are a result of this poor girl's repressed homosexuality. Hopefully we've caught the issue before it's too late, however we will need to begin her treatment as soon as possible."

"You mean, there's really no hope for her?" Evelyn gaped in mock horror.

"No, I think it's very unlikely there's any chance of her life continuing as normal. Perhaps if she can control herself and avoid climaxing in the next few moments, we could consider a less drastic approach; however I must say looking at her now, I very much doubt that will be the case."

The two women's words washed over Rose and the tide of panic within her rose ever higher. This wasn't right; she wasn't a lesbian! Yet there was no denying the insatiable lust that gripped her. Surely she could resist for just a few moments, refrain from going over the edge and prove she didn't need this drastic treatment that was being discussed; it couldn't be that hard could it? Though even as she thought it Rose knew it was too late; she could already feel herself slipping. She could already feel that eye rolling pleasure building between her legs. Oh God she wanted it… she wanted it so fucking badly… she needed it, she needed to cum! Oh fuck she'd give anything to cum!

"MMMMPPH! MMMMPPH! MMMMPPH! MMMMPPH!"

Rose finally gave in; screaming at the top of her voice as at last she let herself enjoy what was being done to her. Though her lungs had begun to ache and spots swam before her eyes, she was too filled with lust to care; at that moment, there was nowhere in the world she'd rather be than nose deep in Michelle's bottom. Finally when she could hold it no more, the fire between her legs exploded into the most glorious orgasm of her life. Her body jerked violently and she screamed like a banshee into Michelle's asshole as delicious pleasure flooded her brain, then collapsed in a gasping, heaving heap on the floor as Evelyn finally let her go.

Exhausted beyond belief, Rose lay on the floor at the two women's feet gulping down air like a fish out of water. The sound of movement and distant voices floated above her, but she was in no state to take any of it in. Time seemed to stand still, so it was hard to say how long it took for the room to stop spinning and for some trace of her senses to return. Gradually though with each lung full of oxygen, she felt herself edge closer and closer to normality. When she finally felt ready, Rose swallowed nervously, and groggily raised her head.

"Ah back in the land of the living I see," Michelle smiled down at her sympathetically. "Now normally I'd ask how that made you feel, but I somehow don't think that will be necessary, do you?"

"N-no," Rose squeaked. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lose control like that…"

"Oh now don't you worry about that my dear, I know this must all be very overwhelming but you must understand that was a perfectly normal reaction to someone in your condition."

"My condition? W-what's wrong with me?"

"Well my dear I'm sorry to say that those homosexual desires we spoke about before are very much a part of your sexuality and for some reason, you've been repressing them and living in denial," Michelle explained patiently. "And when we repress such a basic, fundamental part of ourselves, it can cause all sorts of psychological issues, which will only become more harmful the longer you continue to do this."

"B-but I don't understand… I'm not a lesbian… I'm not attracted to women!" Rose stammered, her voice shaking as tears formed in her eyes.

"Rose as much as you might like to think that, I'm afraid you very much are, and until you accept that there's nothing anyone can do to help you."

Michelle had taken on a stricter tone, but as she looked down at Rose's distraught face, her expression seemed to soften.

"But as I said, I'm here to help you come to terms with this and I promise I will do just that. How about we get you to sit down and start discussing your treatment?"

"O-okay," Rose gave in, staggered to her feet and allowed Michelle to lead her over to the dentist's chair she'd seen earlier. Still dazed from her earlier ordeal, the young girl said nothing as the Nurse guided her onto the strange contraption and had her lie flat on the reclining surface.

This wasn't so bad, Rose thought to herself as she nestled her naked body into the thin cushion of leather beneath her, though the thought was quickly snuffed out as without warning, Michelle pinned her wrist to the armrest and snapped a cold steel cuff snugly around it.

"W-wait!" Rose cried out in alarm, but before she even thought to react Evelyn grabbed her other wrist, forced it down onto the opposite rest and used an identical, built in cuff to fasten it down in the same way. She tried to bolt upright, but Michelle's thick piston of an arm held her chest firmly against the chair.

"Hey, hey, calm down," Michelle stroked her arm reassuringly. "I understand you're scared but this is just standard procedure. It may seem like an unnecessary precaution, but we need to restrain you for your own safety, alright?

Wide-eyed, Rose looked up at the women towering over her like a rabbit in the headlights; her heart a pounding jackhammer in her chest. This was wrong, every fibre of her being was screaming at her that none of this was normal. But given she was already securely cuffed down, and that even if she somehow escaped Evelyn could ruin her life with a click of a button, what choice did she have but to go along with it.

"A-alright," she whimpered fearfully.

"Good girl. Now you lay nice and still for me while we finish applying your restraints, and I promise I'll be as gentle as I can. Okay?"

"O-okay," Rose took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Thank you Michelle."

"You're very welcome. But you know, since you're officially my patient now, I think it's more appropriate that you address me as Nurse Scott going forwards. Alright?"

"Oh, er yeah, no problem. Thank you Nurse Scott."

It saddened Rose to have lost that feeling of familiarity with the Nurse; it suddenly felt less like she was being helped by a friend and more like there was something seriously wrong with her. Yet she supposed it made sense, and tried to forget about it as the two women set about strapping her tightly into the chair.

A series of leather belts, all built into the metal structure of the chair, were used to secure her firmly in place. They were looped around her elbows, over each of the shoulders and an especially large one was buckled around her waist. At first Rose felt relieved there didn't appear to be any belts built into the elongated foot rest, however relief turned to horror when two high stirrups folded out from beneath her. Rose thought she was going to die of shame as each ankle was lifted, placed and snugly strapped into one of the stirrups, leaving her legs spread wide open for the world to see, like some kind of animal about to give birth.

As Michelle checked each belt and buckle was securely fastened, Evelyn sauntered around to the edge of the chair, and peered down at Rose with a victorious grin spread across her face.

"Darling, you look positively terrified," Evelyn smirked, her eyes filled with desire. She reached out and placed a single finger on Rose's naval, then casually began to run it up and down her helplessly restrained body. "You must try not to worry, remember all this is for your own good."

Rose wriggled and squirmed uselessly in her bonds as Evelyn's finger roamed across her skin with impunity. She couldn’t believe that with just a single finger, this woman could make her feel so exposed and vulnerable. 

"You know, as I look down and see you all tied up and scared, I've never been more certain that this is exactly where you need to be," Evelyn leaned in and whispered sensually. "Yes… I think this is a sight I will be seeing a lot more of from now on."

Before Rose could respond with anything more that a frightened whimper, Michelle finally declared herself satisfied everything gone was in order, and took up position opposite Evelyn so that Rose was flanked by towering, domineering women on each side; both looking down at her with faces of mocking sympathy.

"Alright, now that your appropriately restrained, we can start discussing the best way for us to treat your condition," Michelle began. "So as we discussed earlier, your current psychological struggles seem to stem from the fact you've been repressing some clearly quite significant homosexual desires. Now, as with any psychological disorder, the key to effective treatment begins with proper medication."

Reaching down to a small table built into the side of the chair, Michelle produced a small white cloth and a brown medicine bottle filled with a dark, murky liquid.

"We'll start by prescribing you an indefinite course of Aphrobin, a highly potent little drug and one of the most powerful aphrodisiacs currently in circulation," the Nurse explained as she brought the cloth to the rim of the open bottle and tipped until it was soaked in the pungent liquid. "This will substantially increase your libido and in doing so, make it far harder for your brain to repress those homosexual desires that have been causing you so much trouble."

"No w-wait," Rose stammered. "Can't we just talk things through, like in therapy? I-I think this is all going a bit far…"

"I'm sorry but I'm afraid without the aid of drugs it will be very difficult for you to ever accept that you're a lesbian."

"B-but what if that's because I'm not?! Please, please this is too much," Rose babbled, suddenly realising just how wrong this was. She wasn't a lesbian, sure it felt good to be touched like that, but she wasn't attracted to women! These women knew that, they were just twisting things to confuse her. Now they wanted to make her take drugs? That was insane, it was dangerous!

"Let me go, please let me go, I don't want this!" Rose cried out as forcefully as she could muster. 

"Oh honey I'm sorry but that's just not possible; you're my patient and I have a duty of care over you," Michelle brought the cloth up towards Rose's face with intent. "I'm afraid you have no choice but to take whichever drugs I see fit. Now, hold still and take a nice deep breath for me."

"No! No let me go right now! I won't MMMMPPH!"

Rose's protests were abruptly cut short as Michelle clamped the drug soaked cloth over her nose and mouth, filling her unwilling patient's lungs with acrid, medicinal fumes.

"MMMMPPH! MMMMPPH! MMMMPPH!"

At first Rose bucked and jerked with all her might in an attempt to win free, but she was no match either for Michelle's unrelenting grip or the heavy duty belts that tied her down. She had no choice but to lie inhaling again and again through the medicated rag. Each breath was an arrow of fire shooting down from the back of her throat into her chest. God, It felt like she'd snorted a shot of vodka through her nose! 

It was hell to begin with, though Rose soon found that every breath she took hurt just a little less than the one before. Eventually the burn became a pleasurable warmth, that started between her ribs and slowly spread through the rest of her body until she felt like she lay under a cozy blanket of bliss.

"Mmmmmph, mmmph, mmm…" Rose's cries slowly died away; her body stopped struggling and she seemed to sink down into her chair as though she lay on a cloud.

"That's it, good girl," Michelle cooed. "Let the medicine do it's work."

The panic and fear that had consumed Rose just moments ago had slowly bled away, leaving the young girl floating in a pool of gentle euphoria.

"There we go, that wasn't so bad was it?" Michelle asked kindly as she finally pulled the cloth away.

Rose gazed lazily up at the two women above her, suddenly struck by just how beautiful they were. She took in their full bodies, Michelle's flawless skin and Evelyn's bright red smile, and wondered how she could ever have been scared of two such stunning women. Her eyes wandered down to Evelyn's huge, bulging breasts, so big and bouncy they threatened to spill out of her low cut top, and felt an odd tingle between her legs.

"No… no it's gooood," Rose sighed in a spaced out whisper.

"Well whatever that it it certainly seems to have done the job," Evelyn chuckled.

"Oh yes, as I said this is strong stuff," Michelle laughed, any pretence of professionalism or care for Rose's wellbeing now very much gone. "Now I think as you'll be her primary carer, I will talk you through exactly what treatment we'll be giving her and how you can help her to finally accept her homosexuality."

A tiny voice in the back of Rose's head cried in alarm at the sound of the word carer, but in her dazed, drug fueled haze, Rose found it easier to just ignore it.

"Absolutely, I'm keen to do anything I can to help," Evelyn agreed enthusiastically.

"Perfect, in that case perhaps I should start with a little demonstration of the effect we can expect Rose's new medication to have on her body," Michelle put a hand on Rose's shoulder and gestured down to her restrained body as though she was some kind of medical training dummy. "Now not only will Aphrobin significantly heighten her sexual appetite, but it will also vastly increase her sensitivity to any kind of physical stimulation. For example if I were to do this…"

Michelle pinched Rose's left nipple and began to twirl it playfully between her fingers, eliciting a wide eyed gasp from the heavily drugged girl.

"... her now highly sensitive nipple means will result in what would usually be a mildly pleasant sensation feeling an approximately similar level of pleasure as she would during sexual intercourse. Why don't you give it a try?"

"Oh with pleasure! You mean like this?" Evelyn asked innocently as she squeezed Rose's other nipple and rotated it playfully in her grasp.

"Ohhhh fuck…" Rose let out an orgasmic groan, unable to believe just how phenomenally good it felt to have these beautiful women working away at her breasts.

"Wow I see what you mean," Evelyn laughed. "That's quite the reaction."

"Isn't it just? This is exactly the kind of response we're looking for. You see how she's no longer repressing her clear arousal?"

"I certainly do, it's quite the improvement I must say."

"I'm glad you think so. Now, it's important to make the most of this increased libido and sensitivity that Rose is stimulated and physically aroused as frequently as possible. In fact, I'd go so far as to see her entire life should be structured around ensuring she is subjected to almost constant sexual arousal. Do you think that's something you can arrange?"

"You know, I don't think that will be a problem at all!" Evelyn smirked evilly.

"Excellent; and since the drug will also severely lower her inhibitions, you should have no problem getting her to go along with anything you tell you to do."

"Wonderful, this drug sounds absolutely perfect for our purposes."

"Indeed it is," Michelle nodded. "Though I must warn you, it will have some significant side effects."

"S-side effects?" Rose slurred, some part of her clearly still worried despite her state.

"Oh honey this is all far too complicated for you to worry your pretty little head about," Michelle stroked Rose's head reassuringly. "How about you just focus on sucking my fingers and leave the thinking to us okay?"

Before Rose could even think to reply, two fingers forced their way between her lips, pressing down on her tongue and filling her mouth with the taste of latex. With her drug-addled mind struggling to think for itself, Rose simply did as she was told; closing her lips around the intruding fingers and sucking greedily like a baby at its Mother's breast.

"Alright where was I…"

"I believe you were going to warn me about the side effects our horny little patient might be facing?" Evelyn grinned.

"Ah yes, side effects," Michele nodded. "Well I'm afraid they can be quite severe. You see, ingesting high doses of such a potent narcotic will likely cause Rose to experience a substantial reduction in intelligence."

Really? Oh dear!" Evelyn gasped in mock horror. "But the poor dear prides herself on her intellect; why she once had such a promising career as a writer."

"Yes I'm afraid so," Michelle continued solemnly as Rose sucked away mindlessly at her fingers. "She will likely see a severe fall in her IQ, and find that she has great difficulty concentrating or holding conversations; in fact, it will likely be a challenge for her to retain any kind of personality outside of the intense sexual desire she will be feeling at all times."

"Oh no, did you hear that my dear? You're going to become a slutty, sex obsessed little bimbo," Evelyn stroked Rose's cheek almost sympathetically. "Don't worry, you won't need to think anymore, I'll be here to make all the decisions for you."

Tears leaked from Rose's eyes as some part of her understood what was being done to her. She'd always been so smart and independent; she didn't want to lose that. She didn't want to be a bimbo. But with Michelle's fingers in her mouth, it was so hard to concentrate on anything but sucking them as she'd been told to.

"Of course, in terms of Rose's ongoing treatment, these side effects will actually be quite beneficial for her. After all, it was that over thinking brain of hers that got her into this mess in the first place. The less intelligent she becomes, the less likely she is to question what is being done to her, and the more likely she will be to simply accept that she is a lesbian that both needs and deserves to be treated like this."

"So what you're saying is, being a horny little slut is good for her?"

"Absolutely! Frankly it's not in her best interests to be wasting brainpower thinking about anything other than sucking women's toes, kissing their breasts and bottoms, pleasuring them with her tongue…"

"Well I shall endeavour to make sure she does just that," Evelyn promised. "Is there anything else I should be aware of?"

"Nothing quite so severe, though it's likely that inhaling the fumes everyday will damage her vocal cords over time. She may develop a rather comical high pitched voice; more of a squeak really I suppose," Michelle shrugged. "It will be incredibly humiliating for her of course, but I don't see it being an issue. If she's too embarrassed to speak to strangers, that can only be a good thing. The more socially isolated she becomes the better this treatment is likely to work."

"That sounds just perfect," Evelyn clapped her friend on the shoulder. 

"Yes it really is excellent stuff, but of course medication alone will not be enough for a severe case such as this. I am also going to suggest she undertakes a rather radical course of hormone therapy."

"Hormone therapy? And what will that entail?"

"Well you see, if we want to help Rose become the highly sexed lesbian we know she is, we need to make sure she looks the part. In essence, if we want her to feel like a sex-crazed slut, she first needs to look like one."

"Well I suppose that makes sense," Evelyn nodded.

"Now, there's a lot we can do through cosmetic surgery. I can see you've been having her inject filler into her lips which is a good start, but I'd like to take things a little further," Michelle explained. "We can pump her face full of permanent filler, nip and tuck any parts of her body we don't like, bleach her skin to give her that sexy porcelain doll look…"

Rose let out a whimper at the word surgery, but Michelle quickly stuffed a third finger into her mouth to keep the girl quiet.

"... and of course I love the outfits you sent me photos of her wearing; those corsets are already moulding her body for us! But for that perfect slutty look, I think putting her on a course of hormones will really work wonders."

"Well I must say I like the sound of that!"

"I'm fairly certain you'll like the look of it too! You see, the hormones I'm going to prescribe will essentially rewire Rose's biology so that fat distribution is heavily focused on her breasts and buttocks," Michelle went on excitedly. "By combining the corset training with a powerful cocktail of hormones, we will be able to crush down Rose's waist, while her tits and ass balloon in size!"

Despite the drugs coursing through her veins, Rose's entire body trembled with fear. Her chest Rose and fell more rapidly with every passing second as panic began to take hold; yet still she kept obediently sucking away.

"By the time we're done with her, she'll have the most grotesquely proportioned body you can imagine, like a walking sex doll. Enormous bulging breasts that swing and bounce with every step, and a huge, wobbly ass just perfect for spanking!"

"My goodness, that's extraordinary," Evelyn sounded genuinely impressed.

"Indeed, and certainly necessary. These B cup breasts are pleasant enough," Michelle gave Rose's breast a gentle squeeze. "But they're exactly the kind of thing that might fool Rose into thinking she's a normal respectable woman. Once the hormones have them growing to three or possibly four times their usual size, there will be little chance she'll ever see herself as normal again."

"That's wonderful news!" Evelyn beamed. "In that case, I'd like to administer her first dose straight away."

"Absolutely, you do that while I make preparations for the rest of Rose's treatment," Michelle finally pulled her fingers from Rose's mouth, removed her gloves and handed Evelyn a bottle of pills. "You see, medication and physical alterations are just a part of it; she's also going to need some rather intensive psychological conditioning."

Bound and sobbing quietly to herself, Rose watched the two women discussing her fate with a growing sense of despair.

"One of the key reasons patients repress their sexual desires is that they are ashamed of them; their pride and ego tells them they are too good to feel this way, and so they suppress the feelings instead of embracing them as they should."

Evelyn nodded along diligently, her face a picture of concern, though a mischievous smile played on her lips. 

"In order to prevent this, we need to do our utmost to stamp out any trace of Rose's pride or self-esteem. We need to make sure she is degraded and humiliated at every opportunity; bullied, abused and treated like a second class citizen until she feels so worthless, that she will embrace any form of sexual arousal no matter how depraved it may be."

"Well it seems rather extreme, but if that's what you think is best?"

"I do, it really is the only way to help her," Michelle said with a sad smile, but eyes brimming with amusement. "So with your permission, I'd like to bring in the other girls in the office and show them how they can help contribute to Rose's conditioning. The more people involved with her mistreatment, the deeper the message is going to sink in."

"N-no!" Rose cried out. "No p-please, t-they can't see me like this…"

"Oh darling I'm sorry but you really don't have a choice," Evelyn cupped her face almost affectionately. "Michelle, how about you go and explain things to the girls, I'll look after Rose here."

As Michelle turned and left to fetch the others, Rose fixed her wide, fearful eyes on the woman who had turned her life upside down. She'd always been scared of Evelyn, but now she led helplessly bound with her legs splayed wide-open for the world to see, she felt more vulnerable than ever. Especially as the older woman leered down at her restrained body like a dog might a juicy bone.

"Ah, alone at last," Evelyn sighed contently as she stepped between Rose's open legs and slapped a hand on each of her thighs. "You know from the day you walked into my office I've longed to see you like this, trussed up like a little pig, tears running down your cheeks as you realise what I've done to you."

A look of smug satisfaction covered Evelyn's face as she twisted open the cap of the bottle Michelle had given her and tipped a small white pill into her hand. 

"Come on, time to take your medicine," she grinned wolfishly, stepping closer so that her smart black dress gently grazed Rose's exposed pussy.

"P-please," Rose whined. "Please, I'll do whatever you want, but don't make me take hormones. I-I just want to look normal."

"Oh don't worry," Evelyn cooed as if soothing a frightened child. "I know it's scary, but soon you'll be too stupid to worry about silly things like being happy or having a life of your own. Come on, open wide; the sooner we ruin your body, the sooner this will all be over."

"No please! P-p-please!"

Summoning the last ounce of defiance she could muster, Rose clenched her trembling jaw shut as Evelyn raised the pill to her lips.

"Come now, don't make this difficult," Evelyn slowly lowered her hand between Rose's wide open legs, and traced the very tip of her finger across the lips of the younger girl's pussy. In her current state, even this lightest of touches was enough to send a thunderbolt of arousal coursing through her body. Barely aware of what she was doing, Rose unconsciously let her mouth fall open.

"Good girl," Evelyn placed the pill on Rose's tongue, then leaned in so that she was practically led on top of the poor girl; so close their lips almost touched and Rose could feel hot breath on the inside of her mouth. " Now how about I give you a little something to help it go down?"

A thick stream of spit trickled from between Evelyn's parted lips and fell into the open mouth below. Rose shuddered in disgust, but offered no resistance as she forced the saliva coated pill down her throat in a great gulp.

"There, wasn't that easier?" Evelyn pushed the very tip of her finger between the lips of Rose's pussy, and smirked as she saw the younger girl's body grow rigid at her touch.

"Oh Rose, what have I done to you?" taunted Evelyn as she slid the finger up and began to gently rub Rose's cliterous. "You used to be such a sweet innocent girl, but look at you now… a bound little bimbo; so horny and stupid that you'll let me do anything I want to you."

"Ahhh fuuuck.. " Rose groaned; the barest of touches between her legs were enough to have her body fizzing with sexual energy.

"That's it, let the pleasure take over. There's no need to think when giving in feels this good."

Rose's body was shaking and she gripped the armrest so hard her knuckles turned white. Oh God, this felt so fucking hot it scared her! 

"I'm going to have so much fun playing with those big, freakish tits of yours," Evelyn's voice grew ragged as she too became lost to arousal. Her free hand slipped between her own legs as she spoke. "There's going to be so much breast for me to pinch, and bite, and twist. Oh God, I can't wait to see how far I can stretch them."

Evelyn's breath quickened and she let out a soft, orgasnic moan.

"Ohhhh fuck yes I'm going to ruin you!" Evelyn groaned breathlessly. "You're going to live a life of total and utter misery; I'm going to make sure you're humiliated and degraded in ways you can't possibly imagine, and you'll be so fucked up and horny you'll just take it! Oh I'm going to hurt you so badly… I'm going to…" 

It almost sounded like Evelyn might cum right there, until she was interrupted by the loud crack of an opening door. 

"Evelyn, is the patient ready?" Michelle asked, leaning between the door and its frame.

Evelyn bit her lip with pent up desire, but quickly rearranged her features into a welcoming smile and turned to her friend.

"Yes she's taken her medicine like a good girl and is ready for her visitors," she turned back to Rose with a mischievous smirk. "Don't worry darling, I assure you we'll return to this later tonight."

With a final, patronising pat on her cheek, Evelyn stepped away from Rose's forcibly spread legs, clapped her hands together and prepared to welcome the rest of her staff into the examination room.

The look on her colleagues faces as they saw her bound in such a compromising position was something Rose would never forget. Though they'd both been told what to expect, clearly seeing their once quiet, respectable co-worker butt naked, strapped into a bizarre contraption with her legs raised and spread wide in stirrups was quite a shock!

First through the door was Jess, who clamped a hand over her mouth and snorted into it with barely concealed laughter. Amber closely followed and thankfully seemed to find the sight less amusing than her friend, instead taking in the scene with a look of utter disbelief plastered across her face. The pretty young girl's eyes grew into huge white saucers, and her jaw dropped wide open.

"Oh. My. God. I can't believe you were being serious!" Jess drank in the scene, her face creased with amusement.

"Yes, I appreciate this must be quite a shock for you girls," Evelyn said sympathetically. "Why don't you come in for a closer look?"

The two of them approached Rose's position slowly, looking down at her with something between wonder and fascination, as though they were visiting a gallery, and she was a priceless piece of art. The bound girl's cheeks burned red and she wished the ground would just open and swallow her up; despite everything that Rose had endured over the past few weeks, this was somehow still the most humiliating moment of her life!

"Now girls, I know Nurse Scott here has explained everything to you already," Evelyn continued. "But this is a lot to take in, so if you have any questions at all, whether about Rose's condition, or the way we need to treat her, please don't hesitate to ask."

"Well I don't think it's that complicated," Jess shrugged. "Basically she's like… a lesbian but too stuck up to admit it, so we have to be super mean to her until she learns her place; right?"

"That's exactly it! Well done Jess, you certainly catch on quickly," Evelyn praised.

"Great, so you mean do stuff like this…"

Jess reached out, pinched Rose's nipple between her polished black nails and twisted until the bound girl cried out in pain.

"Yes, that's exactly the kind of behaviour we're looking for!"

"Yeah I can definitely do that," Jess went on, Rose still struggling and whimpering with her breast agonisingly twisted. "There was this girl I used to bully in school, so I'm pretty used to it."

"Really? You know I used to be something of a bully myself," Evelyn laughed. "What did you do to her?"

"Oh God, what didn't we do to her?" Jess smirked. "We literally made her life a living hell! We used to steal her lunch money and make her eat mud from the playing field instead, beat her until she couldn't walk straight, stuff her panties with stinging nettles; one time when we heard she was allergic to nuts we have her eat a whole pack of peanuts then stole her epipen. Oh my God it was so funny, she literally almost died!"

Smiling wistfully, Jess sighed and to Rose's great relief, finally let her nipple go.

"You know I can't actually remember what happened to her in the end… I think maybe she had a breakdown or something? Anyway, it was a really fun few years."

"Well I'm glad to have you on board Jess, a healthy dose of bullying is just what Rose needs," Michelle nodded. "Amber, how about you?"

"Well I guess… this all seems a bit much," Amber looked utterly bewildered. "Is there really no other way to treat her?"

What was that? Was Amber sticking up for her? Rose looked pleadingly at her sweet, young colleague, the only person so far who seemed to be able to sense how wrong this was. Could she finally have a lifeline?

"Ah now don't worry, doubts at this stage are perfectly normal; it's a lot to take in. Evelyn, perhaps we need to give a demonstration?"

"Yes I think that would be best," Evelyn agreed. "I'm sure once you see how unwell Rose is for yourself, you'll understand why we need to take such drastic action."

"Okay Rose," Michelle took up position beside her patient's head and rested her hands on one of the leather shoulder belts that held her in place. "We're going to let you out now, but once we do I want you to remember not to confuse that silly little head of yours by trying to think for yourself. Just keep that mind blank and do everything we tell you, okay?"

"Y-yes Nurse Scott," Rose mumbled, so utterly filled with fear and shame she doubted she'd be able to think for herself either way.

"Good girl. Oh, and since your colleagues are going to be helping with your treatment I don't think it's appropriate for you to call them by their names either. From now on you should refer to them as Miss Amber and Miss Jess. Understand?"

"And going forwards, you can refer to me as Mistress in public too from now on," Evelyn added. "There's no need to save you the embarrassment anymore, you cam simply embrace your new position in life."

"Yes Mistress," Rose agreed sadly.

Her belts were unbuckled and her cuffs unlocked, finally freeing her from her bizarre prison. With drugs and powerful hormones still raging around her system, she felt like a baby giraffe as she stepped from the chair, rocking and unsteady on her feet. Fortunately Evelyn was there steady her, wrapping a powerful arm around her waist to steady her. Oh God, thought Rose, even that had her flushed with arousal.

"Now Rose," Evelyn squeezed her hip just a little tighter and spoke softly into her ear. "I'd like you to kneel down and ask Miss Amber if you may kiss her feet. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes Mistress," Rose replied robotically, still overwhelmed by the way her life was spiralling out of control. She knelt down as instructed, looked up at Amber like a frightened puppy and forced herself to ask: "M-miss Amber, may I please kiss your feet?"

The confused nineteen year old looked down at Rose as though she had two heads, but after a moment shrugged and nodded.

"Yeah I suppose, you'll need to take my shoes off though."

With trembling hands, Rose cupped the low heel of each of Amber's shoes in turn and gently eased them free, revealing the mixed race girl's pretty, pale feet within. The young girl now barefoot and wiggling her toes impishly, Rose did as she was told; lowering her head to the floor as if praying to some divine Goddess, and gently planting kiss after kiss across her friend's smooth, caramel skin.

"Oh my God, this is so fucking weird," Amber stifled a laugh, apparently getting over the shock and now starting to find the spectacle as amusing the others.

Before today Rose was certain she'd hit rock bottom, but she now knew there was a long way left for her to sink. Never in her life had she felt more degraded than she did kissing the feet of a girl six years younger than her, who just a few months ago she'd welcomed to the company and helped show the ropes of what was her first ever job; with whom she shared a pleasant coffee and a chat first thing every morning, but now looked down at her like she was some kind of freak.

"Yes, it's quite a pathetic sight isn't it," Evelyn grinned. "And believe me this is just the start of her depravity. Now Jess, could you give me a hand here please."

Evelyn and Jess took up positions, knelt either side of Rose's buttocks, which at that moment were wiggling in the air as the Irish girl bent her head to Amber's feet. Reaching into her pocket, Evelyn removed a small bullet vibrator, which she passed across the pale, swinging bottom to Jess. 

"Alright, if you could please turn that onto the lowest setting and place it against her cliterous?"

At the push of a button the device gave out a quiet hum, which was soon muffled as Jess worked it between Rose's legs and up into her pussy. The moment it made contact with her clit, all Rose's troubles were forgotten. Suddenly it didn't matter that she was kissing her friends feet, it didn't matter that she was being abused and degraded; all that mattered was the pulsing vibration of pure ecstasy now ripping through her body.

"Ahhhhh fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuck!" Rose moaned into Amber's toes.

"You see, she may repress it day to day, but look how quickly the mask slips with just a little stimulation and a few kisses of a woman's feet," Evelyn explained.

No, it wasn't the feet doing this to her, it was the drugs! It was all the drugs, Rose thought desperately; though all that came out was a lustful groan.

"Yeah there's no way she's not loving this," Jess agreed.

"I think I'm starting to see what you mean," Amber nodded. "You know, she actually looks kind of cute kissing my feet like that. I think I quite like it."

"Wonderful, in that case perhaps we should make this a regular part of her routine. What do you think Rose?" Evelyn asked innocently.

"Uhhhhh," Rose breathed heavily, overcome by the delicious vibration between her legs.

"Sounds like a yes to me! In that case I think from now on you will spend a minimum of one hour per day worshipping Amber's feet. You can rub them, kiss them, lick her soles and suck her toes; her feet are going to become a very big part of your life!"

"What about my socks? I go to the gym a lot and always have really sweaty socks in my gym kit. I think I'd like her to spend some time sniffing them since she likes my feet so much," Amber declared, clearly growing in confidence.

Michelle certainly seemed to approve of this suggestion.

"Actually we do find that inhaling pheromones can really help the process, so I think being made to sniff Amber's sweaty socks could really help with Rose's treatment. Perhaps Amber could spend some time with her each day to make sure this happens?"

"Oh I'd be happy to! Maybe instead of taking a lunch break, she could sit under my desk and sniff my socks instead?"

"I think that's a wonderful idea," Evelyn beamed. "In fact we're being so productive, perhaps we should have a little chat about Rose's new role. Of course if Rose has any objections, I'm sure she'll let us know."

She objected! Of course she objected! But somehow Rose just couldn't get the words out her mouth. It was like a hazy fog was clouding her brain; all she could concentrate on was Amber's feet, and how good she felt now she was kissing them.

"Well the first thing to note is that Rose is now going to be far too stupid and horny to be trusted with anything other than very simple, menial tasks," Evelyn surmised. "So for that reason, her actual work duties are going to be very much focused on cleaning, fetching drinks, rubbing our shoulders to help us relax; essentially anything that doesn't require her to actually use her brain."

Anxiety swirled in the pit of Rose's stomach. She'd always been so smart, a straight A student and future brilliant journalist; how had it come to this? Best not to think about it, just keep kissing those pretty feet.

"Hey if she wants a job where she doesn't need to think, maybe I could use her as my ashtray?" Jess suggested gleefully. "She'd basically be an inanimate object; hell, she wouldn't need to do anything more complicated than stick out her tongue and swallow when I tell her to."

"Yes, that would be perfect," Evelyn purred. "You could bring in the contents of your ashtrays at home each morning and put it in her coffee too. I've been spitting in it already, but I think some cigarette butts floating around would really help degrade her self esteem."

All four women nodded in agreement, eagerly suggesting other ingredients they could add to her morning coffee. Rose listened miserably, and began to quietly weep between each kiss.

"Jess I think she's a little scared, how about you turn that vibrator up to help take her mind off things?"

As the gentle hum emitting from between Rose's legs gradually became louder and louder, her sobs began to morph into low orgasmic groans.

"Alright so between sniffing socks, kissing feet and swallowing cigarette ash, her mornings are looking pretty full," Evelyn continued. "So I'm thinking we should make use of the afternoons to really help her focus on embracing her lesbian desires."

The vibrators hum was now a piercing buzz that had Rose's chest heaving up and down as her body became overwhelmed.

"I know I for one am going to be spending most afternoons with her busy little tongue buried in my pussy, and if either of you would like to make use of the sluts mouth I'd highly recommend it."

"That sounds like a great idea!" Jess grinned.

"Indeed it does," Michelle agreed. "From a medical perspective, I think she should spend as much time in sexual contact with your bodies as possible. I'd also strongly suggest that alongside this, you begin to incorporate increasing levels of pain and physical discomfort."

"Pain?" Amber queried.

"Absolutely, there really is no better way to erode self esteem than with a healthy dose of physical pain with any sexual activity. You could perhaps tie her in stressful bondage as she serves you orally, apply clamps to her nipples as she kisses your feet, spank her as she sniffs your bottom…"

"Ohhhh God!" Rose cried out in ecstasy, subconsciously rocking her hips to hump the tiny vibrator.

"Wow, she must be really excited for us to treat her like this huh?" Amber laughed.

"She certainly sounds like she is doesn't she?" Evelyn chuckled. "Is that true Rose? Is the horny little slut excited for her life of abuse? Perhaps you're so excited you'd like to cum for us?"

"Ahhhhh yes! Yes please… Please, I want to cum!" Rose pleaded, so overwhelmed with arousal that she cared about nothing else.

"Hmmm well maybe if you beg… just so Miss Amber can see this is really what you want…"

"P-please! Please Miss Amber, I want this… I want this so bad!"

"Really?" Amber furrowed her brow in exaggerated concentration. "You really want to be treated like this?"

At that moment, Rose believed that she really did. If suffering and degradation were the price for pleasure like this, for the release she so desperately craved, it was one she'd pay in a heartbeat.

"Yes! Yes please I want you to humiliate me… I want you to hurt me… I want to kiss your feet, sniff your ass, lick your pussy… I want it all please just let me cum; PLEASE!!"

"Weeeell… alright then!"

"See, look how good Miss Amber is to you! What a lucky girl you are," Evelyn placed her hand over Jess's and the two women pushed the vibrator hard against Rose's clit. "Go on then, cum! You stupid fucking bimbo, cum because you deserve this… cum because it's all you're fucking good for… CUM!"

Rose finally let go and screamed as she felt her body rocked by the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life. The aphrodisiac in her system set every nerve ending aflame with pure pleasure; the explosion of dopamine so intense, her eyes rolled to the back of her head and for the second time in less than an hour, she collapsed once again in a heap on the floor.

The humiliated, broken girl lay naked, panting at the feet of her conquerors for what felt like forever. The image of her begging to be hurt and humiliated played over and over in her head. Why had she done that? How could she be so desperate to cum that she'd say such a thing? Perhaps Michelle was right, and there really was something wrong with her after all.

A hand on her shoulder bright Rose back to reality. She turned, and found herself staring up into the grinning face of the woman who had caused all this in the first place.

"Well you've had quite a day haven't you?" Evelyn smiled almost sympathetically. "I've been planning this since the day I met, and I must say it couldn't have gone any better. You really are the perfect little slut."

"T-thank you Mistress," Rose sniffled.

"You're very welcome. Now the girls and I are going out for a spot of lunch to celebrate. Of course I'd love for you to join, but since you begged us so insistently earlier, I've decided you can stay here and sniff Amber's socks instead!"

Within just five minutes of Evelyn's declaration, Rose found herself bundled under Amber's desk with one pair of the young girl's heavily worn gym socks stuffed in her mouth, and another taped across her nose. Every breath she took filled her nostrils with the scent of sweaty feet, while the same taste danced on her tongue.

Michelle bid her farewell, thanked her for being such a compliant patient and promised to be in touch with details of her upcoming cosmetic surgery very soon. With that, the girls left for their celebratory lunch, leaving Rose alone with nothing to do but taste feet and contemplate the ruin that her life had become.

As she sat in silence, Rose couldn't help but run the events of the past few weeks over and over in her head. Kissing Evelyn's lips… sucking Jennifer's toes… worshipping Amber's feet… sniffing Michelle's enormous, beautiful bottom… oh no, how was she fucking horny again?! Slowly, her hand crept between her legs, and Rose suddenly realised this might not be such a bad lunch after all.