The trip from the Doll House to the Stepford Clinic was a bit unnerving to Ororo. She sat in the back of the van,trying her best to make eye contact or flash a smile to some of the orderlies seated with her, but they all either ignored or outright avoided her attempts to be friendly. Even in her dulled state, she could tell that being around her was making them uncomfortable. Ororo struggled for a reason for this. Was it her bald head or her slim, almost boyish figure? Was it the combination of the two? She then recalled how Kitten had told her that she had been naughty when she first arrived in Stepford, and even though she couldn't fathom making a fuss over anything that might happen to her now that she was firmly in pursuit of Stepford perfection, she reasoned that if Kitten said she had been naughty, then it had to be true. Whatever the reason, Ororo did not enjoy their silent treatment.
Ororo fidgeted in her seat, thinking back to the morning fun she'd had with Kitten. Her pussy tingled with need from the memory. She was certain that if Kitten were in the van with her,everything would be fine and not so horribly quiet and awkward. Kitten had quickly become Ororo's lifeline in Stepford and, the formerly strong-willed woman saw nothing wrong with that.
It was then the chocolate-skinned beauty's eyes began to drift over the men inside the van. Her trained eye that would have once been used to analyze an opponent in combat could easily spot that each of the orderlies possessed a tight butt, rock-hard abs, strong,muscular biceps and it all made Ororo quiver inside with unmistakable lust. Up until then, all she had done was fantasize about Kitten's perfect, shapely body against her own, but now she wanted to be held by big,strong, dominant men such as these like the woman she was.
With a slow and nervous pace, Ororo tentatively placed her hand on the nearest orderly's thigh. Flexing her fingers softly, she enjoyed the feel of the hard flesh beneath her hand before starting to stroke it up and down. She was still feeling a bit awkward about the whole process, but she fought back the feelings of insecurity. Her reward was that the man finally looked over at her, although his confused expression wasn't exactly what she hoped for but it was a start. The once proud and regal woman looked back at him with a hopeful smile, opening up her white robe to offer him a better view of her breasts so that she might win this stranger's approval.
"Hey..." she started awkwardly, but tried her best to put on a seductive tone, "I can tell you're not all that happy shuttling someone like myself to the Stepford Clinic. An absolute stud like yourself deserves a better assignment than this," Ororo cooed,her once unbreakable confidence in herself completely shattered. Batting her eyelashes, she continued, "But if you'll let me, sir, I know I can prove that I'm really a good girl...?"
She then licked her lips and glanced down at the crotch of his tight white pants. He looked her up and down, and for a minute, Ororo's heart skipped a beat when she thought he was seriously considering her offer. He then looked over to his fellow orderlies and shrugged his shoulders.
"Listen," he replied, nervously scratching the back of head. That same unease filled the atmosphere and Ororo's heart dropped as her momentary hope was crushed, "We...I mean, I," he stressed, "have strict orders to just take you to the Clinic and that's all. I'm sorry."
Not a word was said for the rest of the trip. Ororo sat with her head down in shame, as the orderlies, meanwhile,looked out nervously towards the ever-darkening Stepford sky. Finally,the van arrived at the Stepford Clinic just as a light drizzle began to fall to reflect the weather witch's dampened mood. Of course, Ororo didn't realize this or her connection to the turn in the weather, since she was still distraught by her earlier rejection. Was it so wrong for her to want to feel desirable to such an attractive man? Before anything else could happen, however, the orderly whom had turned down the former heroine pulled Ororo aside once they were inside the clinic.
"I really am sorry about before,"he began, shocking Ororo out of her brief depression, "I really mean that. Look, here's some advice for you that should help. Obey everything they tell you to in here and soon you'll be the one beating men away by the dozen. They really will help you. Got it?" the man offered,and all Ororo could do was nod her head at his suggestion. She'd honestly reached the point of questioning whether any man would or ever could desire her again, but his words gave her hope. If she did as he said and obeyed those in the clinic then she might reach the perfection she wanted so desperately to achieve. "Tell ya what," the orderly continued, an cheeky grin on his lips, "after you're out, I'll come by the Doll House when I've got time and I'll take you up on that offer and see just how 'good' you can be. How's that sound?"
Before Ororo could respond, the machine gun-like clacking of high heels on the Clinic's filed floor drew her attention. In what seemed like no time at all, Cari, the Clinic's voluptuous secretary, had taken Ororo by the hand and was pulled her down the corridor. Ororo looked back longingly at the masculine man, the lingering possibility of his promise swimming around her mind.
"OMG, Ororo! Welcome to the Stepford Clinic!" Cari exclaimed, "Now c'mon. I've got firm orders from Mr. Trask himself to bring you to the surgical floor the second you arrive, but he also said that friends of Miss Kitten deserve a treat first. He's such a great man!"
Despite her foul mood thanks to what happened on the ride to the Clinic, a half smile spread across the chocolate-skinned woman's face despite herself. Part of this had to do with Cari's positive attitude, but the other had to do with the thought of her being called a 'friend of Miss Kitten,' which sent an excited thrill through her body. To be associated with someone who had their life so well put together meant the world to her, and proved to be a glimmer of hope for her own misguided life.
As Cari and Ororo weaved their way down the long hallway, they passed busty nurse after busty nurse. Ororo's head whipping back and forth, her Stepford-warped mind and personality lusting after the entourage of curvy figures squeezed into the skintight, white spandex nurse uniforms. All the while, Cari excitedly rambled on and on with idle gossip and detailed accounts of her day's exploits, even though it was just mid-morning. Ororo quickly found that the curly-haired woman could literally talk about anything and everything. It was honestly hard for Ororo to keep up with the incredibly sexy & cheery secretary. She did try for the sake of politeness, but the girl spoke even faster than she walked and Ororo found that difficult enough to keep up with. Things didn't get much better for the former heroine, when she was finally handed her treat. Her pussy tingled and her head fogged over blissfully when she felt the unmistakable feel of a Stepford milkshake being shoved into her hand. It came in the same large cup emblazoned with the stylized Stepford 'S' on the side that the former Storm could recall from earlier that day. She remembered how happy it had made her, and she didn't hesitate to wrap her lips around the large straw and suck vigorously. Instantly, Ororo's body and mind were flooded with a feeling of content happiness. Gone were any distressed thoughts from the van ride from the Doll House, in its a place a warm sense of security and hope of a perfect future. She just knew that Stepford would make her perfect and it made her giggle girlishly around the straw. Cari noticed this and replied with her own brainless, peppy giggle.
The rest of her time in the clinic was an absolute blur. Cari continued to jabber on and on, but by now Ororo wasn't all that interested in what she had to say given how much she'd already missed. Instead, she just drank the shake and let herself be led like a pet on a leash until they finally came to the doors of the surgical room. Cari then took a moment to whisper softly in Ororo's ear, telling her to be a good girl for the nurses inside and to do everything they told her. Ororo was just finishing her shake, unbelievably horny and completely open to what was to come as Cari pushed her past the doors and left. She was met instantly by sweetly smiling nurses, who took the cup from her hands and stripped her out of the robe. Ororo found she had no qualms about being naked in front of these women, her hard nipples and wet pussy were on full display for them and she didn't bat an eye. It didn't even occur to her that just a day ago, this would not have flied with the proud and dignified Weather Witch she was then. Now, thanks to the subliminal messages she had been fed during the night in the Doll House coupled with the fresh dose of drugs in the drink she'd just finished, she was a willing participant in her own corruption.