Chapter 20: Chapter 20
Victor stood at the door of his clinic and watched Susan Yang coming up the steps towards him. "Ah, Dr. Yang, I presume?" he said, extending a hand as she reached the top. She paused, taken aback by his familiarity, before shaking his hand. "Yes, that's me. And you are?" she asked, her eyes narrowing slightly. Victor's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with a cold, calculating light. "Victor Von Reinhardt. I believe you're here to assess my little...invention?"
Susan's eyes narrowed, her expression turning serious. "I'm here to observe your treatment, Dr. Von Reinhardt, and determine whether it should be regulated by the FDA. I have to ensure that whatever you're doing is safe and ethical." Victor's smile didn't falter, but Susan could see a coldness enter his eyes. "Of course, Dr. Yang," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "I welcome any and all oversight. Please, come in and let me show you what we do here." He stepped aside, gesturing for her to enter the clinic. Susan hesitated for a moment, uncertainty flickering in her eyes, before stepping inside. As she crossed the threshold, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was entering a lion's den. Victor led her down a long, sterile hallway, his heels clicking on the tiled floor. "Now, Dr. Yang," he said, his voice smooth and confident, "I think it's best if you see the treatment in action. I have a patient here today, a woman named Clara. She's the agent of one of our...more high-profile clients, and she's come to me for my unique procedure." Susan raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "Unique how?" she asked. Victor smiled, a cold, calculating expression that sent a shiver down Susan's spine. "You'll see, Dr. Yang. Patience is a virtue, after all." He stopped in front of a heavy wooden door, knocking twice before pushing it open. Inside, a woman lay on a examination table, her eyes closed, her breathing steady. She was dressed in a simple hospital gown, her dark hair fanned out around her head.
Victor turned to Susan, a sickeningly sweet smile on his face. "Dr. Yang, allow me to introduce Clara, our patient today. Clara, this is Dr. Susan Yang, she's here to observe our little...treatment." Clara opened her eyes, turning her head to look at Susan. Her eyes were bright, almost feverish, and she had a wide, eager smile on her face. "Hello, Dr. Yang," she said, her voice breathy with excitement. "I'm so glad you're here. I can't wait for the procedure. I've heard so much about it, and I just know it's going to change my life." Susan blinked, taken aback by Clara's enthusiasm. "The procedure?" she asked, her brows furrowing in confusion. "Yes," Clara exclaimed, sitting up slightly, her eyes wide and eager. "Dr. Von Reinhardt's anti-aging treatment."
As she spoke Isabella entered the room, dressed in her nurse uniform, along with Mary. Victor had decided to move the red-headed nurse from Edward's clinic to his own, as he needed more staff and enjoyed Mary's blowjobs.
"Alright, Clara," Isabella said, her voice taking on a professional tone. "We're ready to begin the treatment. Mary, help me wheel her to the treatment room."With a nod, Mary grabbed the side of Clara's bed and began to push it, while Isabella kept pace on the other side, guiding them towards the treatment room. Susan watched, her eyes widening as she realized what was about to happen. "Wait, what exactly is this treatment?" she asked, her voice sharp with concern. Victor turned to her, his eyes gleaming with a cold amusement. All in good time."Isabella and Mary wheeled Clara's bed into the treatment room, glass chamber in the center gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. Susan followed, her heart pounding in her chest as she took in the array of medical equipment surrounding them.
Victor gestured towards the glass chamber in the center of the room, its door standing open. "This is where the magic happens, Dr. Yang," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a patient to attend to." With that, he turned and approached the chamber, Isabella and Mary pushing Clara's bed alongside him. Susan watched, her stomach churning with unease, as they positioned the bed directly in front of the chamber. And then Isabella pushed the bed into the chamber, the wheels rolling smoothly across the polished floor. The door closed with a loud, echoing click, sealing Clara inside. The room fell silent for a moment, the only sound the hum of the machinery surrounding the chamber. Susan turned to Victor, "Now what?" She asked.
Victor turned to her, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Now, Dr. Yang, the fun begins." He pressed a button on a control panel beside the chamber, and with a hiss, the glass door slid shut, sealing Clara inside. Susan's eyes widened as she heard the locks engage, a sense of dread washing over her. "What are you doing?" she demanded, her voice sharp. Victor ignored her, his fingers dancing over the controls. "Preparing the chamber," he said, his voice casual. "Now, watch closely, Dr. Yang." With a flourish, he pressed another button, and the chamber began to fill with a thick, swirling white fog. It billowed out from unseen vents, rapidly filling the chamber and partially obscuring Clara from view. Susan's heart pounded in her chest as she watched, her eyes wide with fear and uncertainty.
Victor's fingers danced over the controls, and with a sudden hiss, the chamber began to fill with a thick, swirling white fog. Susan squinted, trying to make out Clara's form through the dense mist. And then, she saw it. Clara's body began to convulse, her limbs thrashing wildly as she let out a piercing scream. Susan gasped, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. "What's happening to her?" she cried, turning to Victor. But Victor just smiled, his eyes gleaming with a cold, calculating light. "The treatment is beginning, Dr. Yang," he said, his voice casual. "Watch closely." Susan turned back to the chamber, her eyes wide with horror as Clara's screams grew louder, more desperate. And then, suddenly, Clara's thrashing stopped.
Her body went limp, and her screams turned into soft, shuddering breaths. Susan watched, her heart pounding in her chest, as the fog began to dissipate. Clara's skin, once lined with age, was now smooth and unblemished. Her dark hair, once streaked with grey, was now a gleaming raven black. Her limbs, once thin and frail, were now toned and firm. Susan's eyes widened in disbelief as she took in the transformation. "She's...she's becoming younger," she stammered, turning to Victor in shock. Victor nodded, a smug smile on his face. "Indeed, Dr. Yang," he said, his voice filled with pride. "This is the true power of my treatment. Not just anti-aging, but rejuvenation.
Susan turned back to the chamber, her eyes widening in disbelief as she took in the transformation. But something else was happening. Clara's body was shrinking, her limbs growing smaller, her torso more compact. And her skin—it was changing, hardening, turning a pale, porcelain white. Susan gasped, turning to Victor in horror. "That's not part of the treatment," she cried. "That's not what you said would happen!" Victor's smile faded, and he turned to Susan, his eyes cold and unyielding. "Ah, Dr. Yang," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "I'm afraid there's been a slight...misunderstanding. You see, my treatment does more than just reverse the signs of aging. It transforms. It changes.
It turns flesh into porcelain, blood into glass," Victor said, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it echoed throughout the room. Susan's heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening in horror. "What do you mean?" she gasped, her voice barely audible. Victor turned to her, his eyes cold and unblinking. "I mean, Dr. Yang, that my treatment doesn't just make people younger. It turns them into dolls. Living, conscious dolls." Susan's breath hitched in her throat, her mind racing as she tried to process what he was saying. "Dolls?" she echoed, her voice trembling. Victor nodded, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Yes, dolls. Perfect, unblemished, and completely obedient.
Susan's breath caught in her throat, her eyes wide with horror as the implications of Victor's words sank in. she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, dolls," Victor repeated, his voice cold and unyielding. "Living, conscious dolls. They retain their memories, their personalities, but they are no longer human. They are objects, to be used and discarded at my whim." Susan's stomach churned, bile rising in her throat as she turned back to the chamber. The fog had dissipated, revealing Clara's transformed body. She was indeed younger, her skin smooth and unblemished, her hair a gleaming raven black. But she was also smaller, her limbs delicate and fragile, her skin a pale, porcelain white. And then, Isabella approached the chamber, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She pressed a button, and with a hiss, the glass door slid open.
Isabella stepped inside, her heels clicking on the metal grating beneath her feet. She walked over to Clara, who was now motionless, her eyes closed, and carefully lifted her out of the bed. Susan watched in horror as Isabella carried Clara's lifeless body towards a shelf on the far wall, lined with identical porcelain figures. She placed Clara gently on the shelf, her body fitting perfectly among the others. Susan's stomach churned, bile rising in her throat as she realized the implications of what she was seeing. "What have you done?" she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I've given her eternal youth, Dr. Yang," he said, his voice casual. "Though I must admit, she does make a rather lovely doll." Susan's eyes widened in disgust, her gaze flicking from Clara's lifeless body to Victor's cold, unfeeling face.
"That's...that's monstrous," she stammered, her voice shaking with anger and revulsion. "What you're doing here, it's unethical, it's wrong. I won't let you get away with this, Victor. I'll expose you. I'll see that your business is shut down, and that you end up in prison where you belong!" She turned to leave, her heart pounding in her chest, but Isabella and Mary were blocking the door. Victor's voice stopped her in her tracks. "Ah, Dr. Yang, I wouldn't do that if I were you." She spun around, her eyes wide with fear. she demanded. Victor smiled, a cold, calculating expression that sent a shiver down her spine. "I mean, Dr. Yang, that I wouldn't have shown you the process if I had intended to allow you to leave." "You're not going to let me go, are you?" Susan asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her heart pounding in her chest. Victor's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with a cold amusement. "Oh, Dr. Yang, you're a bright one, aren't you? No, I'm afraid I can't let you leave.
You've seen too much, Dr. With a nod to Isabella and Mary, he ordered, "Take her to the chamber." Before Susan could react, strong hands gripped her arms, pulling her towards the glass chamber. She struggled, kicking and screaming, but Isabella and Mary were too strong. In a flash, they had her inside, the door slamming shut behind her. Susan pounded on the glass, her eyes wide with terror as she saw Victor press a button on the control panel. The chamber began to fill with the same thick, swirling fog that had consumed Clara. "No!" she screamed, her voice muffled by the glass. "Please, don't do this!" But Victor just smiled, his eyes cold and unyielding. "I'm afraid it's too late for that, Dr. Yang," he said, his voice barely audible over the hum of the machinery. His finger pressed down on the final button, and the chamber began to fill with the swirling fog. Susan screamed, pounding on the glass, but it was no use. The fog enveloped her, and she felt her body begin to change. Her skin hardened, turning a porcelain white, and her limbs shrank, becoming delicate and fragile. She could feel her heart slowing, her breath coming in shallow gasps as her insides turned to glass. Panic surged through her, but it was too late. She was no longer human. She was a doll, lying in a pool of her clothing.
A lifeless, porcelain figure, devoid of all humanity. But then, something changed. A surge of electricity coursed through her, and suddenly, she was aware again. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw Victor standing before her, a remote control in his hand. With a press of a button, a new sensation flooded her body. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before - a wave of submission, of obedience, washing over her. She felt her will crumbling, her mind bending to Victor's every command. She was no longer Susan Yang, the strong-willed scientist. She was now Susan, the obedient doll, ready to serve her master in any way he desired.
She lay naked in the chamber, her porcelain flesh glistening under the harsh fluorescent lights. Victor stood over her, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he pressed a button on the remote control in his hand. Suddenly, a surge of electricity coursed through her, and she felt her body changing. Her skin softened, turning a warm, olive hue, and her limbs grew longer, stronger. She could feel her heart beating faster, her breath coming in deep, ragged gasps as her insides turned back to flesh. She was human again.
Victor watched, a cold smile playing on his lips, as Susan's body returned to its natural state. "You've turned out rather well, Doctor Yang," said Victor, examining Susan's naked body, "I think I'll have you serve in my club as a doll slave from time to time. Now out you get." Victor's voice echoed in the chamber, and Susan felt a strange, compelling urge to obey. She stood, her legs shaky beneath her, and stepped out of the chamber. Victor's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he took in her naked form, her head bowed submissively. "Good girl," he murmured, circling her like a predator. "You learn quickly, I see." Susan felt a warmth spread through her at his words, a strange pride at having pleased him. She kept her head bowed, her eyes fixed on the floor, waiting for his next command. " Kneel," Victor ordered, his voice cold and commanding. Susan felt her legs buckle beneath her, her body lowering to the ground until she was kneeling before him. She could feel the cold tile pressing against her bare skin, a stark reminder of her new reality. "Look at me," Victor commanded, and she raised her head, her eyes meeting his. His gaze was intense, piercing, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. "Say it," he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "Say that you are mine, that you are my slave." Susan hesitated, her mouth dry, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew what he wanted, knew what she had to say, but the words tasted bitter on her tongue. "I...I am yours, Master," she finally managed to choke out, her voice barely above a whisper. Victor's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Good girl," he murmured, his voice laced with condescension. "Now, I have a task for you, Susan. A test, if you will, to prove your loyalty and obedience." He paused, his gaze holding hers captive. "I want you to suck my cock." zyst, her eyes widening in shock and revulsion. "What?" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "Did I stutter, Susan?" Victor replied, his voice cold and unyielding. "You heard me. I want you to suck my cock. Right here, right now." Susan's stomach churned, bile rising in her throat as she realized the true extent of her predicament. She was no longer in control of her own body, her own will. She was a slave, bound to obey Victor's every command. And as much as it disgusted her, she knew she had no choice but to comply.
She reached out, her hands trembling as she fumbled with the belt of Victor's pants, her eyes never leaving his. He watched her, his expression cold and unyielding, as she slowly lowered his zipper, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, could smell the musky scent of his arousal, and it made her stomach churn. But she also felt something else, something she hadn't expected - a strange, warm sensation spreading through her, a sense of anticipation and excitement. She pushed the thought aside, focusing instead on the task at hand. She reached inside his pants, her fingers wrapping around his hard length, and slowly, hesitantly, she pulled it out. Victor's breath hitched, his eyes never leaving hers as she leaned forward, her tongue flicking out to taste him. And then, she took him into her mouth, feeling him grow even harder as she began to suck.
Susan's eyes widened in surprise as she felt herself growing wet at the taste of him, at the power she held in her mouth. She had never thought of herself as the type to enjoy this sort of thing, but now, she couldn't get enough. She could feel Victor's gaze on her, could see the approval in his eyes, and it only served to fuel her desire. She took him deeper, her lips stretching to accommodate his size, her tongue swirling around him as she sucked harder. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, could taste the salty pre-cum leaking from the tip, and it only served to drive her on. She wanted to please him, wanted to make him come undone at the seams. She wanted to be his good girl, his obedient slave.
And so, she sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him deeper, her tongue swirling around him in a desperate attempt to please. She could feel him growing harder, could hear his breath coming in ragged gasps, and she knew he was close. She wanted to taste him, wanted to feel him come undone in her mouth. And then, with a sudden groan, he did. His hips bucked, his cock pulsing as he came, flooding her mouth with his hot, salty seed. She swallowed it all, eager to please, relishing the taste of him. And then, he pulled away, his cock slipping from her mouth with a wet pop. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and eager, waiting for his next command. "Get dressed," he said, his voice cold and distant.
"You have a job to do, Susan." She nodded, standing up and quickly pulling on her clothes, her mind racing. "What job?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Victor turned to her, his eyes hard and unyielding. "You're going to return to the FDA, Dr. Yang," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You're going to write a report stating that my treatment does not need regulation. Do you understand?" Susan's eyes widened in shock, her heart pounding in her chest. "But...but that's not true," she stammered, her voice shaking. "I can't lie like that." Victor's expression darkened, a cold, calculating look entering his eyes. "You can, and you will, Susan," he said, his voice low and threatening. "Or else." Susan swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to process what he was saying.
She knew it was wrong, knew that she was betraying everything she stood for, but she couldn't stop herself. The implant, the submission it imposed on her, it was too strong. She couldn't fight it, no matter how much she wanted to. "Y-yes, Master," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "I-I'll do it. I'll write the report." Victor's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and he nodded. "I knew you would. Now, let's get you ready to leave." He turned to Isabella, who had been watching the scene unfold with a cold, calculating expression. "Isabella, prepare Susan for her journey. Make sure she has everything she needs." Isabella nodded, her heels clicking on the tiled floor as she approached Susan.