The Evil Dr. Constance: Part 2

Observation and Exam

As Bill paced back and forth, oblivious to the movement of the cameras following him, he attempted to make some sense of his predicament. He was a successful attorney after all.  He knew his rights and his status as an American male of some financial standing.  He was a member of community social and civic organizations. He was not some street bum to be picked up in a raid and carted off the street to jail. Back and forth he paced, and as he paced he became more and more restless.

Behind the cameras that observed Bill’s every movement were three sets of eyes. Two pair belonged to large and obviously strong women who were taller than average by six inches or more, but who were also minor miracles of beauty. The third pair of eyes belonged to Dr. Constance, the Chief Scientist in Human Behavior at the Institute for Sexual Deviancy.  Dr. Constance was taller than most women, and yet was overshadowed by the other two in terms of size.  She was also perfect in every way. She oozed sensuality, beauty and grace.  But there was no mistake about who was in charge of the Institute. Even though she was smaller physically than her subordinates, their was authority in her very being that was native, natural.

“Where did you pick this one up, Carmen?” Dr. Constance asked. “He appears a bit different in demeanor than the other 198 specimens we have left.”

Carmen responded immediately, “Yes, Doctor. Not the run-of-the-mill hitchhiker that one. Driving a Maserati he was. We towed his car into the garage to make it ‘disappear’.”

“Mmm.” Mused Dr. Constance. “This one may be a bit more resistant than the others though. He has more to lose and more strength of experience. It will be interesting to see how he reacts.”

Carmen nodded.  And Angelique spoke up, “But Doctor we have seen the work you have done.  No doubt your methods will handle him.”

“Well, yes, probably.  But there is always a chance.  That is what experimentation is all about—probability. How certain can we be that a specific method will result in the desired change in human behavior.” Lectured the Doctor. “And with respect to sexual deviancy, that probability is even less stable. You may recall that there were 120 specimens that did not work out.”

Actually, “doctor” was an understatement when applied to Constance.  Doctor Constance actually held bachelor of science and master of science degrees in general and social psychology respectively.  And she also held two Ph.D. degrees one in behavioral psychology and one in sexual deviancy.  Finally, she held a medical doctorate in psychiatry specializing in pharmacological treatments for severe aberrant behavior.  And she had served for five years on the psychiatry faculty of John’s Hopkins University Medical School. Dr. Constance was no pretender. And she had achieved all of that before her 34th birthday. She had developed the Institute about four years ago.

“Angie,” said Doctor Constance. “Why don’t you go into the cell area and just stand and look at him for a moment? I want to see his reaction. I’ll let you know when to leave through your ear piece.”

The tall blonde woman nodded and left the room. After just a minute or two, she could be seen on the monitor at the door to the cell block and then sequentially passing each monitor in the hallway as she strides confidently toward Bill’s cell. Upon reaching his cell she stopped and faced Bill with arms folded across chest under breasts and simply stared at Bill.

From the observation room, Dr. Constance noted and spoke into a microphone for the data recorder, “Observed X-319 slight rise in penis as guard observed. Immediately covers genitals with hands and sits on bunk. Predictable, but absolutely unacceptable behavior. Socialized male response must be eliminated.”

In the cell block Angie simply stood still and stared at Bill.  Bill, self-consciously looked away continuing to cover his manhood with his hands and also to sit on his bunk.  Finally, Bill looked over at Angie and could be observed staring at her boots. After about five minutes of very uncomfortable silence, Dr. Constance spoke into the microphone, “Angie, you may return to the observation room. Thank you. I have seen enough under these conditions.”

Angie immediately turned on her heel and walked out of the cell block.  Dr. Constance and Carmen continued to observe Bill. Once Angie had slammed the cell block door.  Bill stood and began pacing once again. One difference was apparent.  Bill was sporting a very erect penis after he removed his hands from covering it.  Dr. Constance observed, “Mmm, I think we may have a foot fetishist on our hands. Did you see how he stared at Angie’s boots.  And now you can see the effect of that staring on his male member. That will be useful information later in his training.”

Bill continued to pace, and interestingly, his cock stayed hard and swung back and forth as he paced, turned and paced again.  While the instrument was not large, perhaps 5.5” long and maybe 3” in circumference, it did seem to have staying power when excited.

Then Dr. Constance said, “I think it is time to turn up the heat a bit. Send Jenny in there with instructions not to ask a question, but to talk quietly with him encouraging him to some close to her. She is to take his hands and place them over his head on the bars and then push his feet apart so that he is fully exposed.” Jenny is the same woman who served the meals.  She served as a female submissive to Dr. Constance. Carmen then left to give instructions to Jenny.

A few moments after Carmen exited the observation room, Jenny appeared in the cameras and silently padded her bare feet down the cell block aisle to Bill’s cell.  When Bill saw her appear suddenly in front of him, he quickly covered himself with his hands and sat once again on his bunk. By that time Bill’s cock had subsided somewhat.

Jenny could be heard through the microphones around the cell to say, “Come here.” And Bill shook his head quickly. Then Jenny, “Yes, I want to talk to you and I need you closer so that I can whisper.” Bill looked up, but did not move.  Clearly he was weighing her words trying to see a trap.  In the end, he gave in and stood, covering his penis and slowly walked over to within three feet of Jenny.

“Come on,” Jenny urged. “Closer.”

Bill took a step, then two, and he was at the bars that formed his door. Jenny reached through the bars and touched Bill’s hands as they covered his cock.  “I like a modest man,” she whispered. “But this place is different. Let me help you.” Jenny is a medium height woman perhaps 5’6” and curvaceous.  Wearing only a very tiny  T-back panty she was delightful to look upon. And to have her touching his hands was exceedingly erotic considering his lack of clothing.

Jenny took hold of Bill’s thumbs, leaning forward and allowing her ample breasts to fall through the bars toward Bill, just once lightly brushing her nipples across his chest.  She then gently pulled Bill’s hands upward until they reached as far as her hands could go and she said, “Hold on to the bars Bill.”  And he did.

Then Jenny stuck her bare foot through the bars and brushed it up Bill’s right leg, gently urging him to move his leg to the right.  She then repeated the process with Bill’s left leg until Bill was spread wide and holding onto the bars. Once again Bill exposed a raging erection owing to the touch and insistence of the nearly naked woman, forcing him to expose himself completely.

“Look,” Said Dr. Constance to Carmen who had just returned from her talk with Jenny.  “He is obedient even though he is naturally modest and suspects something is amiss.  He will expose himself completely simply at the urging of a woman who is not even dominant. This may be an interesting specimen even if he is not so well endowed.  Obedience can be its own reward, and more importantly, it can be very useful.”

Then she heard Jenny say, “I have to leave now but I want you to stay in this position until I am gone.” So, there was Bill spread eagle, cock poking slightly through the bars of the cage, holding onto the bars and obviously extremely sexually excited by what had happened.

“Look, look! Dr. Constance!” exclaimed Carmen. “See, he has a drop of pre-cum just oozing from his hole.”

Dr. Constance replied, “Excellent. Yes, you seem to have found a subject that is extremely easy to stimulate.” And as she spoke, the door to the cell block slammed shut announcing Jenny’s departure.  Bill lowered his arms, head bowed, and at that very moment the drop of pre-cum slowly descended on a liquid string, broke off, and dropped to the floor.

What Bill did not know, and would not understand for some time, is that his teasing and torment had just begun. It would be a very long time before he realized any satisfaction from his teasing.