PHOEBE THE FOX

With two fingers curling within your cunt and your knees spread wide as you recline on the low couch which fills Dr. Easterman's private office, there's no point in trying to hide your soft moans as the good doctor himself continues to roughly finger you while stroking his free hand along his own exposed cock.

"Sometimes I envy you, little lamb." Easterman sighs, the sound so put upon that you can’t help but narrow your eyes at him slightly as he continues to lament his personal sorrows. "I mean, to have no pressures placed upon you outside of trying to meet my very reasonable expectations. No ignorant fools to answer to. No budgets to account for. Just a vessel for your own pleasures. A selfish, greedy thing who distracts and inspires."

Biting your tongue at the delusion on show, the small part of you which is still human balks at the claim. However, the larger part of you, the one which has suffered the brunt of Easterman's attentions and punishments as he has slowly torn strips from your humanity and replaced them with his own twisted ideologies, accepts his words as truth.

Just as it had been conditioned to.

"I'm sorry." You apologise for nothing, feeding into his madness with a perverse delight. "You deserve so much more."

His chest puffs up slightly at that and Easterman brings his free hand to your cheek as he strokes along the soft skin there with his knuckle.

"My little lamb, sometimes I feel you're the only one here I can trus-"

"What are you doing to that poor creature?"

The sudden voice shocks you into some unwilled awakening and you give shameful gasp as you slam your knees shut, instantly trapping Easterman's hand between your thighs as you turn panicked eyes to the wide body of Dr. Victor Gideon as he easily fills the office doorway with his huge shape.

Unperturbed by the visitor, Easterman slaps his hand down on your outer thigh in a vicious snap and you instinctively spread your knees once more - the knowledge that the warning slap will only come once before a much crueller punishment follows overcoming your natural shame in an instant.

"This little lamb of mine is a special case, Dr. Gideon." Easterman replies, his fingers dragging across your walls with a tension which hadn't been there only a moment before. "She often requires a firm hand to ensure that her therapies take hold."

"Would that be the same firm hand you have delving between her thighs?" Gideon asks, his soft tone filling with amusement as he meets your eyes with his own unsettling gaze. "Is Dr. Easterman being untoward?" He asks.

"N-no." You stutter the words out as Easterman thumbs at your clit with a wicked pressure. "Dr. Easterman is only doing what he - oh god - what he has to. To make me better.”

"Therapy speaks to us all in its own unique way. Nothing more than a Rorschach of perversion." Easterman muses, cutting across your explanation as he finally pulls his fingers free of you and brings them up to his mouth almost thoughtlessly. "If you want, I'll even prove it to you, dear doctor.” Easterman’s attention falls back to your blushing face, “Go and show Dr. Gideon your progress, sweetheart."

Hesitating as your eyes widen at Easterman, unsure you had heard him correctly, you watch as he licks your arousal from his digits and drops his hand back to the hard length tent of his exposed cock where it lays stiff atop his slacks.

"Now." The single word is his only follow-up, sharp tone brokering no argument as he awaits your submission as always.

Terrified to disappoint him, you slip from the couch with a pathetic mewl of some soft sound and crawl towards Gideon as he stands just in front of the closed office door. The carpet is warm and scratchy against your knees as you keep your head down with every shuffle of your frame. Reaching Dr. Gideon, his height is so massive that, when you stop before him, you have to push yourself as high on your knees as you can to comfortably reach his groin as you press your palm into his crotch.

Gideon watches your approach and following actions with eyes which fill with an immediate heated understanding that quickly shifts to something much more predatory - darkening in a way that pulls a shudder from your body as you continue to massage his cock through his black slacks. Your own cunt feels soaked, Easterman's ministrations having left you aroused but thoroughly unsatisfied and you channel that frustration into your task as Gideon's quiet tones fill the space once more while his unseen cock hardens at your insistent touch.

"How have you been hiding this one?"

"You have your secrets, as I have mine, Victor. Mine are easier to conceal since they require less use of the morgue and incinerators."

They way they speak about you, an object they were content to discuss between them, sparks a deep, shameful arousal and you rub your thighs together as you finally unlatch the metallic snake belt which holds Gideon's pants together. Delving your hand within, you release his cock from its confines and gasp.

He is massive.

Much bigger than Easterman. Fuck, much bigger than anything you've ever seen before and that goes for both the length and also the girth of it as it sits just slightly less thick than your wrist. Even hard, the weight of it is so heavy that it sits lopsided until you take it within your hand - stroking along the uncut head as you pull the foreskin back to expose the slightly darker skin of his cockhead.

A gentle hand on your head forces you to look up and you find Gideon's gaze burning into your own as a distinctly forked-looking tongue appears to briefly lick at his cracked lips.

"Do you enjoy the good doctors’ therapy,” he pauses, “what is it he calls you? Ah, yes. His little lamb." Gideon speaks with a softness which feels almost intimate and you recognise the manipulation within it as easily as you do the same manipulations which live within Easterman's more direct tones.

"Dr. Easterman sees my potential." You smile, feeding back the expected response as you hear Easterman hum approvingly from behind you. "He is making me into the best version of myself. He has cut away everything that makes me weak and replaced it with something greater."

"Apparently so."

Gideon releases your head and you immediately bring your mouth to his cock, licking a thick line across the length before using your hand to guide his cockhead to your lips. So huge, it is actually almost impossible to fit him between your teeth but you hollow your cheeks and only just manage to accept him as your tongue does most of the work. He tastes cold, something almost metallic or antiseptic touching at your senses, but you push past the hesitation to make sure you do a good job.

"Are you attached to her development?" Victor's voice washes overhead once again, his tone so contemplative and casual that you feel shame burn high on your cheeks as you struggle to keep the tip of his massive length within your mouth.

"Attached enough to know better than to let you take her for your own therapies." Easterman huffs and you can hear the faintest skin-on-skin sound of his hand shifting across his slickened cock. "She's a rental at best and your credit for preserving things is pretty much fucked."

"Such disrespect," tutting his disapproval, Victor drops a hand to the back of your head as he absentmindedly strokes at your hair like a pet, "and after all we have achieved together."

Easterman snorts at that, the sound derisive yet playful, "But I am not a man without reason. What do you have offer me in exchange?"

Making a quiet noise at the prospect of being rented out like cattle, the sound vibrates through your mouth and onto Gideon's cock as he gives a shallow thrust - pushing another inch of his length past your lips.

"I have a contact who may be able to provide more consistent deliveries of the chemicals you require for your trial enhancements. My connections are vast, as you know. All under the books of course." Gideon says, one hand slipping within the pocket of his snakeskin duster while the other returns to your head, pushing you along his cock with a casual rhythm as you splutter at the sudden force.

"Hmm." You can hear the excitement in Easterman's tone as he pretends to consider the offer. "A decent suggestion. What do you think, little lamb?"

Allowed to pull back, you take a moment to fight back the gag which spasms in your throat as you wipe at your teary eyes with the back of your hand.

"I want what you want, Doctor. You know what's best. Just tell me what you need me to do."

Having played your role, you return to Gideon's cock and pull it back to your mouth; casually cockwarming the length as the salted taste of pre-cum tickles across your tastebuds.

"No permanent modifications." Easterman continues, speaking back to Gideon about you like you are little more than an old car he is proud to showcase before handing it off for a test run. "She handles discomfort well and knows that disappointment will lead to further discipline. I will not have her ruined by one of your viral experiments and have to start all over again with something fresh."

"Agreeable." Gideon grunts, his cock twitching within your mouth. "Temporary modifications?"

"Piercings acceptable. No ugly scarring. No changes to her face because Avellanos will be unhappy if I need to book out the surgical suite to have corrections made." Easterman chuckles but his voice grows serious again as he continues. "And I'm serious, Victor, no viral experimentation. Project Lathe 2 must be kept untainted by uncontrollable factors."

"I have already agreed," Gideon soothes and his tone is placating even as the edges of it are roughened by his arousal, "and I am as trustworthy as they come, Hendrick."

Easterman hums as that and you hear the sound of his busy hand replace itself with the jingle of his watch as he apparently checks it.

"Hell!" Easterman swears and his low chair creaks as he rises from it and comes to stand by your kneeling frame; his stiff cock quickly being tucked away back into his pants. "I have an appointment I must attend."

His eyes drop to meet your own, your mouth still stuffed with the cock of the coworker he had so eagerly sold you on to, and he gives you the faintest, teasing wink before he raises his hand high and claps it to Gideon's shoulder in a show of camaraderie.

"Fuck her if you want." Easterman offers, "I mean, she's all warmed up and if there's anything I know about her kind, it's that her selfish, hedonistic greed makes her very eager to please. Try her out and if she amuses you then call me with the details of your connections."

And with that, Easterman slips behind Gideon's hulking frame and you hear the click of the door as it locks shut behind him to announce his exit.

Fear once again laces through your shuddering body, Easterman you could predict in his wickedness but Gideon you did not know and you tilt your head as far back as it can go as you suckle at the tip of his cock - your hand jerking off the base in tandem.

Gideon's gaze meets your own and the predatory delight which curls at his cracked lips is terrifying in how earnest it seems.

"Dr. Easterman seems happy with the progress his therapy has made with you, little lamb. Would you like a second opinion?"

Without waiting for a response, Gideon's thick arms drops to wrap around your upper arms and he pulls you from your knees with about as much effort as he would a bag of sugar. The sudden movement makes you squeak out a sharp yelp as you find yourself being marched over to the nearby desk - Gideon's intention to bend you over it and take advantage of your masters offer clear as his damp cock glistens with the saliva you have stained it with.