Slave Clinic

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"You'll definitely get caught! You perverted scum!" a woman screamed, her voice filled with anger and fear.

The only response was a leisurely smile. "Oh, darling, I'm sure I'll be fine," he said. "Once I'm done, you'll be happy to cooperate with me. I'll let you bring other girls in, just like you were when you were brought in. You'll be very happy to help me."

"Impossible!" the woman roared. "You're really... insane."

Another smile. "The definition of 'insane' is very vague," he rambled on. "We usually define it as a mentally deranged person, but this is my clinic; I should define it."

"Your clinic?" The woman sat in a leather-cushioned chair, looking at the man across the table with surprise. "Who are you?" "Ah, I'm so sorry," he replied, "I forgot I didn't introduce myself first." He stood up and bowed. "My name is Situ Baiqing, and I'm a doctor at this Situ Psychological Clinic." The man continued, looking at the woman in front of him, "Your name is Wu Peijing, a student at the Institute of Anthropology at New York University."

"How do you know all this?" Peijing gasped for breath. The man in front of her not only had her captured, but also knew her name and background, which made her even more terrified.

She had to escape. She jumped up with all her might... no, she was just trying to do it. Her body was completely out of her control. All her muscles were completely relaxed, as if she were floating in a bathtub... her mind became blurred as well.

Dr. Situ looked at her and smiled. "Tell me, Miss Wu," he asked, "what's your last memory before you found yourself sitting in this chair?" Situ's voice pulled Pei-ching back to reality. "I was in a bar," she said. "I don't remember which one. Two women came up to me and talked to me, and I talked to them back. Then they left, and I drank the drink on the table, and then...and then..." She blinked. "And then I was sitting in this chair." She seemed to suddenly realize something. "She was working for you, wasn't she? She drugged my drink when I wasn't looking and then brought me here."

"You're absolutely right, Miss Wu," Situ clapped his hands. "There's only one small detail you didn't mention. They worked together as a team. One person talked to you while the other drugged you. Then they took advantage of their drunk friend," Situ gestured towards Pei Jing, "...you, to get you into the car and bring you here. I looked at what you were carrying and asked you some questions while you were still under the influence of the drugs. This isn't an ordinary..." "Psychedelic drugs, you always answer my questions."

Situ picked up a button on the table, pressed the bell, and said, "Yingru, Yufang, please come this way."

The door opened, and two beautiful long-haired women walked in. They were wearing all-white nurse uniforms, but they didn't look like ordinary nurses. They wore low-cut tops, miniskirts that were almost invisible, stockings, and exaggerated high heels. Peijing thought that they looked just like the women in the videos her ex-boyfriend had collected.

They said in unison, "Yes, Dr. Situ?" "These are the girls who brought you here," Situ explained, then casually waved his hand across their eyes, "Girls, stand at attention!" The two girls suddenly straightened their chests and straightened their arms, like they were in the military.

“Very good, girls,” Situ said. “Relax.”

The girls relaxed, their hands hanging naturally, but they remained standing, awaiting their next command.

“I recognize them,” Pei-ching said. “What did you do to them? They seem to be hypnotized or something?” Situ nodded. “Hypnosis is only part of it. They’ve been modified to react automatically to every stimulus. They’ll do anything I command, believe what I want them to believe, and enjoy every moment.”

“Modified what? Who do you think you are?” He smiled, gesturing for Pei-ching to look at the photograph on the wall. “The great Pavlov is my ancestor, Russia’s most renowned biologist. I’m going to continue and expand upon his research, moving from constraint to control.”

"Oh my god," Pei-ching whispered, "He's insane, this person is really insane."

Situ frowned upon hearing her words. "Hey, hey," he scolded, "Aren't you listening? This is Situ Psychological Clinic. Insanity is defined by people, and here, it's defined by me."

He stood up, walked around the table, and stood beside her.

Pei-ching used almost all her strength to turn her head to look at him. He was quite tall, wearing a neat gray striped shirt, his thinning hair already showing some gray at his ears, wearing round-framed glasses, and sporting a mustache. He slowly approached the helpless Pei-ching, who sat in the chair.

Under any other circumstances, Pei-ching wouldn't have been wary of this man; he simply appeared to be a highly respected scholar.

But now it was different. Pei-ching struggled desperately; she had to escape! Whatever drugs they had given her, Pei-ching could feel the effects wearing off. She could now sway slightly, but just as she struggled to get up, she felt a prick in her right arm.

She sat back down, her strength completely gone.

"Ouch," Situ said, as if blaming her, "It's useless."

He held an empty syringe in his hand.

"What's that?" she gasped.

"This?" He looked at the syringe in his hand. "This isn't your average sedative. It'll make you very obedient." He stroked Pei-ching's hair. "Don't resist. In a moment, you'll forget why you wanted to resist. You'll even forget what the word 'resist' means."

"No...no," Pei-ching protested weakly. "No...ah...!" After Situ injected her arm again, the world before her eyes crumbled, transforming into a dazzling array of colors and comfort.

"So...comfortable..." she murmured softly, her thoughts completely leaving her mind.

When she slowly regained consciousness, she found herself lying on a comfortable cushion, her abdomen and limbs bound by straps, and a strange helmet on her head.

She tried to struggle, but her body was completely powerless. The drug Situ had given her was clearly still working. Recalling the fantastical feeling after the injection, she trembled, because she found herself wanting it again. Oh God, she actually wanted to inject that stuff again! "Awake?" Situ's voice came from somewhere. "Good, now we can proceed to the next step."

"What are you saying? You...!" Pei Jing was halfway through her sentence when suddenly an unbelievable wave of pleasure washed over her. Her whole body convulsed with pleasure, every muscle vibrating more than she could move freely before. All she could see were dazzling colors again. After an unknown amount of time, she heard some loud bell ringing.

She slowly regained her senses, utterly exhausted, her body limp and weak. She managed to gasp for breath, "What...what? What did you do to me?" Situ's voice returned, "The helmet on your head directly stimulates the part of your brain that controls pleasure. I don't need to explain the consequences, do I? Isn't it amazing, darling? I think you'll agree."

Another wave of incredible pleasure washed over her.

Pei-ching finally returned to her own world, panting, "Why...why...did this...to me?" Situ's voice seemed to come from a dreamlike realm, "I'm training your conditioned reflexes. Now say it after me: Obedience is pleasure."

"Go to hell,"

Pei-ching said with all her might.

Situ sighed, "Darling, this isn't good for you. Obedience is pleasurable."

Another wave of pleasure washed over her, and Pei-ching's body convulsed violently, her eyes almost rolling back in her head. Then she heard a bell.

"Tell me: Obedience is pleasurable."

Pleasure, the bell.

"Obedience is pleasurable ."

Pleasure, the bell .

"Obedience is pleasurable."

Pleasure, the bell.

Finally, Pei-ching fainted.

When she awoke, she was lying in bed, wearing a hospital gown. She sat up instinctively, then suddenly remembered her situation.

She was a prisoner! She was the captive of this mad doctor, this lunatic using her as a guinea pig in his experiments. He drugged her and used that strange helmet on her.

She had to escape! She discovered the room had no windows. She went to the only door, and unsurprisingly, it was locked. After several minutes of fruitless effort, Pei-ching had no choice but to give up. A chair and table were placed beside the bed, and she slumped down in the chair to wait.

After a while, the door opened, and two women walked in. They weren't the two she had seen before. One had dyed red hair, and the other had lively short hair. The short-haired woman was carrying a tray with food on it. Pei-ching felt her stomach rumbling. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious, but it must have been several hours.

As the short-haired woman placed the tray on her table, Pei-ching suddenly strained and tried to rush towards the door, but she failed. Another red-haired woman quickly grabbed her; her strength was extraordinary, and Pei-ching was completely immobilized. After placing the tray back down, the short-haired woman took out a syringe and injected Pei-ching's arm again.

Soon, Pei-ching lost the ability to struggle. She smiled foolishly, letting the two women put her in a chair, and stared blankly as they left the room. Not long after, the effects of the drug slowly wore off.

Pei-ching sighed, helplessly eating the food on the table. The injection seemed to be much smaller than the one Situ had given her before, but it still felt just as good. Once again, Pei-ching found herself craving that injection again.

She trembled all over. She knew this was the mad doctor's scheme; once she was addicted, she would do anything to get the drug.

Suddenly, Situ's voice came from somewhere, "Feeling great, darling?" "Go to hell, you lunatic!" Situ chuckled. "Oh, you're still very naughty," he paused, then continued, "Let me see the results of our training. Tell me, Pei-ching, what is obedience?" "Obedience is pleasure,"

Pei-ching answered reflexively, and as she said it, a surge of intense pleasure swept through her body, making her gasp for breath.

"What did you do to me?" she shouted as she finally managed to speak.

“I thought I had already explained it?” he replied. “I’m training your conditioned reflexes. My great ancestor used dogs for experiments, and I’m taking his research to the next level.”

“No!” Pei-ching cried out in terror, “No! I don’t want to!” Situ completely ignored her. “Now let’s see how you react to the bell, darling.”

Suddenly, the bell filled the entire room.

“Oh… ah…” Pei-ching gritted her teeth as another wave of pleasure washed over her. She arched her back in the chair, the bell swirling in her mind, stimulating every nerve ending until it finally disappeared.

"Very good, Pei-ching," Situ's voice said, "As you can see, your body has already responded to the bell, and your mind will also reflect what I say. Soon, you will no longer just say that obedience is happiness; you will take it as absolute truth. Soon, you will only do what I want you to do, and only think what I want you to think, because doing so will bring you happiness, and you need happiness." "

Need...happiness,"

Pei-ching heard her own voice say. Her head drooped limply, her eyes half-closed, and traces of drool lingered at the corners of her loose lips.

Her mind slowly cleared, and she felt an overwhelming fear. This was worse than she had imagined. This madman's experiment had succeeded. If she couldn't escape soon, he would control her entire body and soul.

But how could she escape? Every time the doctor or his assistant gave her an injection, she would become delirious, and each injection only made her more addicted to the drug.

She tried to think of an escape plan, and then the two girls who had given her the injections earlier returned.

"Come with us," the red-haired woman said, "Dr. Situ is going to give you the next treatment."

Pei-ching tried to resist, but the short-haired woman immediately said, "Don't resist. If you try to escape, we'll give you another injection."

Their voices sounded just like the two long-haired girls before, so emotionless and unnatural, which made Pei-ching feel a chill run down her spine. She looked into their eyes and couldn't find a trace of emotion.

She gave up resisting and obediently followed them out. A few minutes later, they returned to the room where Pei-ching had woken up earlier, and she saw the helmet that had been on her head.

"No!" she cried, knowing Situ could hear her. "I beg you, I'll do anything, I'll give you anything! Money, I can give you money!" "That's right," Situ's voice came through, seemingly pleased, "you'll do anything, and you'll be happy to." "

I beg you!" she screamed, "Don't turn me into one of these women! I don't want to become a wind-up toy!" Situ laughed. "I admit these girls are a bit like machines, but I assure you, if I give the order, they can look perfectly normal. They're just... my personal interest," he suddenly said in a commanding tone, "put her on the bed."

"Yes, Dr. Situ."

The two girls said in unison, then efficiently lifted Pei-ching and placed her on the bed, binding her hands and feet, putting a helmet on her head, and attaching electric shock devices to her temples and forehead. Pei-ching didn't know about these things; she was completely unconscious when she last came here, but even now, though conscious, she couldn't do anything.

"Today I'm going to give you further training," Dr. Situ said, taking full advantage of his position where Pei-ching couldn't see him. "Your previous suggestions and reflexes were so successful; I can't think of any reason not to come back here and reorganize your cognition."

Pei-ching didn't understand what he meant, but it sounded very bad.

However, it wasn't long before Pei-ching stopped worrying about anything, because the machine began to give her a continuous stream of pleasure. This time, it was different from before; it wasn't a frenzied orgasm, but rather a gentle, flowing sensation through her body. A few minutes later, she heard the bell ring again, and the pleasure immediately intensified. She closed her eyes, unable to think of anything.

After some time, a disc with a vortex pattern fell in front of her. The disc began to spin, quickly attracting her attention, and her gaze naturally focused on the vortex.

"No," she cried weakly, "You want to rush..." She couldn't even finish a sentence. In fact, she had difficulty even thinking now. She was falling, falling into the vortex in front of her, falling into this beautiful and alluring vortex. Should she resist? She didn't remember, and she didn't care.

A voice came through, a man's voice, "You're doing very well, darling. Keep looking at the vortex, enjoy the feeling, and then relax. Let me guide you. You need my guidance. Without me, you'll be lost, won't you?" "The vortex..." Pei-ching whispered, blinking, "It needs your... guidance."

"Pei-ching, what's your level of education?" "I... I'm a first-year graduate student,"

Pei-ching said, confused and disjointed.

"No, Pei-ching,"

the voice said.

"No?" she wondered, puzzled.

"Pei-ching, I'm going to start counting down from seventeen. Every time I count a number, you'll forget a year of education. That's not true, Pei-ching. That will only hinder your happiness."

The voice was firm and authoritative. Pei-ching felt she should trust it.

"Seventeen, we're about to begin. You believe you're a graduate student. Sixteen, that's gone. What's your educational background, Pei-ching?" "I'm a university student," Pei-ching replied. "I have a university degree."

"Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve," Dr. Situ slowly guided Pei-ching, pausing after each number and then ringing a bell to enhance her pleasure. "May I ask about your educational background, Pei-ching?" "I... I have a high school diploma,"

Pei-ching said breathlessly.

"Eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven," Situ continued counting down. Pei-ching stared blankly at the swirling vortex before her, only able to let him continuously plunder her knowledge. "May I ask about your education, Pei-ching?" "I... I just graduated from elementary school,"

she answered hesitantly, her eyes never leaving the vortex.

"Very good, Pei-ching," Situ said, then asked her some questions to confirm that her education level had indeed regressed to elementary school as he had expected. And the result proved it to be true; Pei-ching's higher education had been completely erased, or simply hidden under a powerful hypnotic restraint.

In short, without these obstacles, Pei-ching would be easier to control. Situ had to admit that this was also due to his personal fetish; he liked his woman to act like a fool.

The disc slowed down and then finally stopped spinning. The doctor ordered the two girls in nurses' uniforms beside him, "Untie her."

"Yes, Dr. Situ."

Just as swiftly and simply as they had bound Pei-ching to it, they quickly untied her and stood there, awaiting the next command.

Although her restraints were off, Pei-ching lay blankly on the platform, smiling dazedly. In her mind, she could still see the spinning disc, constantly pulling her in. There was no helmet to give her pleasure, no bells, no doctor's voice; all she could see was the vortex before her.

Dr. Situ entered the room and said to the two servants who were waiting for orders, "Xiaoqian, Jiehui, you can leave now. I'll call you back if needed."

"Yes, Dr. Situ,"

the two women replied mechanically, turning and leaving the room. They would return to their usual duties, immersed in the endless pleasure the doctor had prepared for them.

Situ walked towards his newest patient, "Peijing, can you hear me?" Peijing answered, "Yes, doctor."

"Very good, Peijing," he looked at her, then took off his coat and loosened his tie, "Please stand up."

Peijing stepped down from the platform and stood, her hands hanging limply at her sides, still looking up at the vortex that was no longer there.

"Pei-ching, look at me," Dr. Situ commanded.

"Yes, doctor,"

she replied, lowering her head to look at him.

"Remember the pleasure you just experienced, Pei-ching,"

Dr. Situ said, taking off his coat.

Pei-ching gasped for breath and began to moan.

“You can enjoy even greater pleasures, Pei-ching,” Pei-ching said, her eyes wide. “Listen to me, I’ll tell you how.”

“Yes,” she sobbed, “please, tell me how?” Situ removed his undershirt. “You are a young and beautiful woman.” It was true; Pei-ching had a tall figure and slender legs. Her long, wavy hair made her features appear delicate. Her breasts weren’t large, but they had a remarkably perfect shape. “A healthy and beautiful woman.”

Now she was wearing a large hospital gown, obscuring her good figure. Her large, watery eyes looked blank and innocent—a masterpiece of the doctor, of course.

"Sex," Situ continued, "You need sex. With sex, you'll get pleasure, more intense than you've ever experienced before. You crave that pleasure, don't you, darling?" He took off his pants.

"Very...desire," Pei-ching murmured, a burning desire rising within her. "Oh, yes, give it to me quickly."

She frantically grabbed at herself, then hurriedly pulled off her hospital gown.

"Very good!" Situ quietly admired Pei-ching's naked body.

"Please, doctor," Pei-ching begged, "I want it."

Situ removed his last remaining underwear, grabbed his patient, and Pei-ching immediately hugged him tightly, raising her legs, almost trying to climb on top of Situ. They lay down on the floor together.

An hour later, Situ Youya, covered in sweat, left Pei Jing. He stroked her hair and said to the dazed girl, "That's it, darling."

"Mmm..." she responded, closing her eyes.

When Pei Jing opened her eyes again, she was back in the same room, wearing the same hospital gown as before. Suddenly, consciousness and memories flooded back.

"No!" she whispered, but her memories forced her to admit that she had been injected again, then put on a helmet, and then a vortex appeared before her. A voice explained to her that her higher education was all just a fantasy.

She tried to recall everything she had learned since elementary school, but she couldn't remember anything. She felt she should be angry, but she felt so relaxed, so tired, that she couldn't even muster the energy

to be angry. She also remembered frantically pleasing the doctor, wanting him to insert his penis into her body—something she had never needed in her life. The doctor simply told her that sex could bring her more intense pleasure than before, and that was enough to make her forget everything.

She should be worried, but she just couldn't. She chose not to think about these things anymore, only focusing on the pleasure she had just experienced.

The next morning, she woke up to find a section of the wall in her room open. She hadn't noticed the hidden mechanism; behind the wall was a wardrobe containing a white nurse's uniform, a pair of high heels beneath it, and a pair of silk pantyhose hanging from a hook nearby.

She sat up, and Dr. Situ's voice immediately came through the door, "Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well last night?" "Yes, Dr. Situ,"

she answered automatically without thinking.

"Very good, darling," he paused, "Please put on your uniform. Yingru and Yufang will bring you breakfast in a bit. After breakfast, they will take you to the room from yesterday. You will definitely go with them, darling. They are your friends and only hope you can recover. Do you understand?" "Yes, Dr. Situ."

Once again, she answered completely reflexively, "Put on the uniform. Yingru and Yufang will bring you breakfast. After breakfast, go with them. They are my friends and hope I can recover."

Pei-ching spoke as she slowly walked towards the wardrobe. A few minutes later, a thought suddenly flashed into her mind: what did she want to restore? Before she could think about it further, the door opened, and the two long-haired beauties from before walked in. Yu-fang carried a plate of food and placed it on the table beside Pei-ching's bed. Then the two women stood aside and waited. After Pei-ching changed her clothes and finished eating breakfast, the two women grabbed her and led her out of the room.

Pei-ching suddenly wanted to escape. She knew that if she escaped, the two women would definitely inject her with that magical drug again. She wanted that drug. Suddenly, she realized that she didn't actually want to escape from here. This thought terrified her, but it didn't make her sad for long. She quickly stopped thinking about these things; happiness was more important.

She suddenly realized that she didn't need those drugs.

"Obedience is pleasurable,"

she whispered, a piercing pleasure shooting through her spine as she was placed on the helmeted platform.

Two months later: The girl with long, wavy hair pushed another short-haired girl out of the restaurant. "That one, isn't she?" The short-haired girl nodded, her ample bosom bouncing. "She's amazing. The doctor is looking for someone like her."

“But I don’t know,” the long-haired girl said. “The clinic seems too crowded. Will we have anywhere to stay?” “That’s not something we can decide,” the short-haired girl said. “Besides, doctors don’t keep anyone around forever. Hurry up, or we’ll be late once she gets in the car.” The

two of them quickly caught up with their prey. The short-haired girl took out a pack of cigarettes. “Could I borrow a light, miss?” “I’m sorry,” she replied. “I don’t smoke, and I don’t… Ah!” She felt a prick in her right arm and cried out. Then she saw the long-haired girl pulling the syringe out of her arm.

“You’re doing… Oh…!” Her thoughts were completely blurred. She swayed and would have fallen to the ground if the two girls hadn’t been supporting her.

A male passerby asked, "What happened?" She tried to answer, but could only manage a muffled hum. Then the short-haired girl said, "Nothing, my friend drank too much, we're just taking her home."

The man nodded and left. The two girls carried their bewildered prey into the car, placed her in the back seat, and once she lay down, she comfortably closed her eyes and fell asleep, letting the girl in front take her to an unknown place. The

long-haired girl took out her phone and quickly dialed a number. When she received a reply, she said, "Doctor, the passenger is safe, your medicine is very effective."

"Of course," came the reply from the other end of the line, "Good job, Pei-ching. Bring her here. I'll reward you after I've completed her transformation."

The phone rang.

Pleasure shot through her body like bullets, and Pei-ching immediately convulsed, almost dropping the phone. "Yes, doctor," she cried out joyfully, "Thank you!" Situ hung up the phone. Pei-ching's transformation was a complete success. This hunt was her final test. Just as he had told her from the beginning, she would be happy to work for him, to bring other women in. He had successfully cured her, stripping her of those superfluous independent wills.

He felt this was a disease for a woman.

The clinic was a bit crowded; perhaps it was time for another auction. He turned on the computer on his desk, browsing through the information of each woman in the clinic, deciding who to sell first.

"Let me see," he thought, "this girl's getting a little tired of me..."

"You're going to get caught! You perverted scum!" a woman shrieked, her voice a mixture of anger and fear.

He responded with a leisurely smile. "Oh, darling, I'm sure I'll be fine," he told her. "Once I'm done, you'll be happy to cooperate with me. I'll let you bring other girls in, just like you were when you were brought in. You'll be happy to help me."

"No way!" the woman roared. "You're really... insane."

Another smile. "The definition of 'insane' is very vague," he mused. "We usually define it as a mentally deranged person, but this is my clinic; I should define it."

"Your clinic?" The woman sat in a leather-cushioned chair, looking at the man across the table with surprise. "Who are you?" "Ah, I'm so sorry," he replied, "I forgot I didn't introduce myself first." He stood up and bowed. "My name is Situ Baiqing, and I'm a doctor at this Situ Psychological Clinic." The man continued, looking at the woman in front of him, "Your name is Wu Peijing, a student at the Institute of Anthropology at New York University."

"How do you know all this?" Peijing gasped for breath. The man in front of her not only had her captured, but also knew her name and background, which made her even more terrified.

She had to escape. She jumped up with all her might... no, she was just trying to do it. Her body was completely out of her control. All her muscles were completely relaxed, as if she were floating in a bathtub... her mind became blurred as well.

Dr. Situ looked at her and smiled. "Tell me, Miss Wu," he asked, "what's your last memory before you found yourself sitting in this chair?" Situ's voice pulled Pei-ching back to reality. "I was in a bar," she said. "I don't remember which one. Two women came up to me and talked to me, and I talked to them back. Then they left, and I drank the drink on the table, and then...and then..." She blinked. "And then I was sitting in this chair." She seemed to suddenly realize something. "She was working for you, wasn't she? She drugged my drink when I wasn't looking and then brought me here."

"You're absolutely right, Miss Wu," Situ clapped his hands. "There's only one small detail you didn't mention. They worked together as a team. One person talked to you while the other drugged you. Then they took advantage of their drunk friend," Situ gestured towards Pei Jing, "...you, to get you into the car and bring you here. I looked at what you were carrying and asked you some questions while you were still under the influence of the drugs. This isn't an ordinary..." "Psychedelic drugs, you always answer my questions."

Situ picked up a button on the table, pressed the bell, and said, "Yingru, Yufang, please come this way."

The door opened, and two beautiful long-haired women walked in. They were wearing all-white nurse uniforms, but they didn't look like ordinary nurses. They wore low-cut tops, miniskirts that were almost invisible, stockings, and exaggerated high heels. Peijing thought that they looked just like the women in the videos her ex-boyfriend had collected.

They said in unison, "Yes, Dr. Situ?" "These are the girls who brought you here," Situ explained, then casually waved his hand across their eyes, "Girls, stand at attention!" The two girls suddenly straightened their chests and straightened their arms, like they were in the military.

"Very good, girls," Situ said. "Relax."

The girls relaxed, their hands hanging naturally, but they remained standing, waiting for their next command.

“I recognize them,” Pei-ching said. “What did you do to them? They seem to be hypnotized or something?” Situ nodded. “Hypnosis was only part of it. They were modified to react automatically to every stimulus. They will do anything I command, believe what I want them to believe, and enjoy every moment.”

“Modified what? Who do you think you are?” He smiled and gestured for Pei-ching to look at the photo on the wall. “The great Pavlov is my ancestor, Russia’s most renowned biologist. I want to continue to develop his research, moving from constraint to control.”

“My God,” Pei-ching whispered, “This guy is insane, truly insane.”

Hearing her words, Situ frowned. "Hey, hey," he scolded, "Didn't you listen carefully? This is Situ Psychological Clinic. Madness is defined by people, and here, it's defined by me."

He stood up, walked around the table, and stood beside her.

Pei-ching used almost all her strength to turn her head to look at him. He was quite tall, wearing a neat gray striped shirt, his thinning hair already showing some gray at his ears, wearing round-framed glasses, and sporting a mustache. He slowly approached the helpless Pei-ching, who sat in the chair.

If she had encountered this man under any other circumstances, Pei-ching would not have been wary of him at all; he would have just appeared to be a highly respected scholar.

But now it was different. Pei-ching struggled desperately; she had to escape! No matter what drug they had given her, Pei-ching could feel the effects wearing off. She could now sway slightly, but just as she struggled to get up, she felt a prick in her right arm.

She sat back down, her strength completely gone.

"Oh dear," Situ said, as if scolding her, "It's useless."

He held an empty syringe in his hand.

"What's that?" she gasped.

"This?" He looked at the syringe in his hand. "This isn't just any tranquilizer. It'll make you very obedient," he stroked Pei-ching's hair. "Don't resist. In a moment, you'll forget why you wanted to resist, you'll even forget what the word 'resist' means."

“No…no,” Pei-ching protested weakly, “No…ah…!” After Situ injected her arm again, the world before her eyes collapsed, transforming into a dazzling array of colors and comfort. “

So…comfortable…” she murmured softly, her thoughts completely leaving her mind.

When she slowly regained consciousness, she found herself lying on a comfortable cushion, her abdomen and limbs bound by straps, and a strange helmet on her head.

She tried to struggle, but her body was completely powerless. The drug Situ had given her was clearly still working. Recalling the fantastical feeling after the injection, she trembled, because she found herself wanting it again. Oh God, she actually wanted to be injected with that stuff again! "You're awake?" Situ's voice came from somewhere. "Good, now we can proceed to the next step."

"What are you saying? You...!" Pei Jing was halfway through her sentence when an unbelievable wave of pleasure suddenly washed over her. Her whole body convulsed with pleasure, and the vibration of every muscle was greater than the range of her previous free movement. All she could see were dazzling colors again. After an unknown amount of time, she heard some loud bell ringing.

She slowly regained her senses, utterly exhausted, her body limp and weak. She managed to gasp for breath, "What...what? What did you do to me?" Situ's voice returned, "The helmet on your head directly stimulates the part of your brain that controls pleasure. I don't need to explain the consequences, do I? Isn't it amazing, darling? I think you'll agree."

Another wave of incredible pleasure washed over her.

Pei-ching finally returned to her own world, panting, "Why...why...did this...to me?" Situ's voice seemed to come from a dreamlike realm, "I'm training your conditioned reflexes. Now say it after me: Obedience is pleasure."

"Go to hell,"

Pei-ching said with all her might.

Situ sighed, "Darling, this isn't good for you. Obedience is pleasurable."

Another wave of pleasure washed over her, and Pei-ching's body convulsed violently, her eyes almost rolling back in her head. Then she heard a bell.

"Tell me: Obedience is pleasurable."

Pleasure, the bell.

"Obedience is pleasurable ."

Pleasure, the bell .

"Obedience is pleasurable."

Pleasure, the bell.

Finally, Pei-ching fainted.

When she awoke, she was lying in bed, wearing a hospital gown. She sat up instinctively, then suddenly remembered her situation.

She was a prisoner! She was the captive of this mad doctor, this lunatic using her as a guinea pig in his experiments. He drugged her and used that strange helmet on her.

She had to escape! She discovered the room had no windows. She went to the only door, and unsurprisingly, it was locked. After several minutes of fruitless effort, Pei-ching had no choice but to give up. A chair and table were placed beside the bed, and she slumped down in the chair to wait.

After a while, the door opened, and two women walked in. They weren't the two she had seen before. One had dyed red hair, and the other had lively short hair. The short-haired woman was carrying a tray with food on it. Pei-ching felt her stomach rumbling. She didn't know how long she had been unconscious, but it must have been several hours.

As the short-haired woman placed the tray on her table, Pei-ching suddenly strained and tried to rush towards the door, but she failed. Another red-haired woman quickly grabbed her; her strength was extraordinary, and Pei-ching was completely immobilized. After placing the tray back down, the short-haired woman took out a syringe and injected Pei-ching's arm again.

Soon, Pei-ching lost the ability to struggle. She smiled foolishly, letting the two women put her in a chair, and stared blankly as they left the room. Not long after, the effects of the drug slowly wore off.

Pei-ching sighed, helplessly eating the food on the table. The injection seemed to be much smaller than the one Situ had given her before, but it still felt just as good. Once again, Pei-ching found herself craving that injection again.

She trembled all over. She knew this was the mad doctor's scheme; once she was addicted, she would do anything to get the drug.

Suddenly, Situ's voice came from somewhere, "Feeling great, darling?" "Go to hell, you lunatic!" Situ chuckled. "Oh, you're still very naughty," he paused, then continued, "Let me see the results of our training. Tell me, Pei-ching, what is obedience?" "Obedience is pleasure,"

Pei-ching answered reflexively, and as she said it, a surge of intense pleasure swept through her body, making her gasp for breath.

"What did you do to me?" she shouted as she finally managed to speak.

“I thought I had already explained it?” he replied. “I’m training your conditioned reflexes. My great ancestor used dogs for experiments, and I’m taking his research to the next level.”

“No!” Pei-ching cried out in terror, “No! I don’t want to!” Situ completely ignored her. “Now let’s see how you react to the bell, darling.”

Suddenly, the bell filled the entire room.

“Oh… ah…” Pei-ching gritted her teeth as another wave of pleasure washed over her. She arched her back in the chair, the bell swirling in her mind, stimulating every nerve ending until it finally disappeared.

"Very good, Pei-ching," Situ's voice said, "As you can see, your body has already responded to the bell, and your mind will also reflect what I say. Soon, you will no longer just say that obedience is happiness; you will take it as absolute truth. Soon, you will only do what I want you to do, and only think what I want you to think, because doing so will bring you happiness, and you need happiness." "

Need...happiness,"

Pei-ching heard her own voice say, her head drooping limply, her eyes half-closed, and traces of drool still lingering at the corners of her relaxed mouth.

Her mind slowly cleared, and she felt an overwhelming fear. This was worse than she had imagined. The madman's experiment had succeeded; if she couldn't escape quickly, he would control her entire body and soul.

But how could she escape? Every time the doctor or his assistant gave her an injection, she would become delirious, and each injection only made her more addicted to the drug.

She tried desperately to come up with an escape plan, and then the two girls who had given her the injections returned.

"Come with us," the red-haired woman said. "Dr. Situ is going to give you the next treatment."

Pei-ching tried to resist, but the short-haired woman immediately said, "Don't resist. If you try to escape, we'll give you another injection."

Their voices sounded just like the two long-haired girls before—emotionless and unnatural. This made Pei-ching feel a chill run down her spine. She looked into their eyes and couldn't find a trace of emotion.

She gave up resisting and obediently followed them out. A few minutes later, they returned to the room where Pei-ching had woken up earlier. She saw the helmet that had been on her head before.

"No!" she cried, knowing Situ could hear her. "I beg you, I'll do anything, I'll give you anything! Money, I can give you money!" "That's right," Situ's voice came through, seemingly pleased, "you'll do anything, and you'll be happy to." "

I beg you!" she screamed, "Don't turn me into one of these women! I don't want to become a wind-up toy!" Situ laughed. "I admit these girls are a bit like machines, but I assure you, if I give the order, they can look perfectly normal. They're just... my personal interest," he suddenly said in a commanding tone, "put her on the bed."

"Yes, Dr. Situ."

The two girls said in unison, then efficiently lifted Pei-ching and placed her on the bed, binding her hands and feet, putting a helmet on her head, and attaching electric shock devices to her temples and forehead. Pei-ching didn't know about these things; she was completely unconscious when she last came here, but even now, though conscious, she couldn't do anything.

"Today I'm going to give you further training," Dr. Situ said, taking full advantage of his position where Pei-ching couldn't see him. "Your previous suggestions and reflexes were so successful; I can't think of any reason not to come back here and reorganize your cognition."

Pei-ching didn't understand what he meant, but it sounded very bad.

However, it wasn't long before Pei-ching stopped worrying about anything, because the machine began to give her a continuous stream of pleasure. This time, it was different from before; it wasn't a frenzied orgasm, but rather a gentle, flowing sensation through her body. A few minutes later, she heard the bell ring again, and the pleasure immediately intensified. She closed her eyes, unable to think of anything.

After some time, a disc with a vortex pattern fell in front of her. The disc began to spin, quickly attracting her attention, and her gaze naturally focused on the vortex.

"No," she cried weakly, "You want to rush..." She couldn't even finish a sentence. In fact, she had difficulty even thinking. She was falling, falling into the vortex before her, falling into this beautiful and alluring vortex. Should she resist? She didn't remember, and she didn't care.

A voice came out, a man's voice, "You're doing very well, darling. Keep looking at the vortex before you, enjoy this feeling, and then relax. Let me guide you. You need my guidance. Without me, you will be lost, won't you?" "Vortex..." Pei-ching whispered, blinking, "It needs your... guidance."

"Pei-ching, what's your level of education?" "I... I'm a first-year graduate student,"

Pei-ching said, confused and incoherent.

"No, Pei-ching,"

the voice said.

"Wrong?" she wondered, confused.

"Pei-ching, I'm going to start counting down from seventeen. Every time I count a number, you'll forget a year of education. That's not true, Pei-ching, it will only hinder your happiness."

The voice was firm and authoritative, and Pei-ching felt she should trust it.

"Seventeen, we're about to begin. Believe you're a graduate student. Sixteen, gone. What is your level of education, Pei-ching?" "I'm a university student," Pei-ching answered. "I have a university degree."

"Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve," Dr. Situ slowly guided Pei-ching, pausing after each number and ringing a bell to enhance her pleasure. "What is your level of education, Pei-ching?" "I... I have a high school diploma,"

Pei-ching gasped.

"Eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven," Situ continued counting down. Pei-ching stared blankly at the swirling vortex before her, only able to let him continuously plunder her knowledge. "May I ask about your education, Pei-ching?" "I... I just graduated from elementary school,"

she answered hesitantly, her eyes never leaving the vortex.

"Very good, Pei-ching," Situ said, then asked her some questions to confirm that her education level had indeed regressed to elementary school as he had expected. And the result proved it to be true; Pei-ching's higher education had been completely erased, or simply hidden under a powerful hypnotic restraint.

In short, without these obstacles, Pei-ching would be easier to control. Situ had to admit that this was also due to his personal fetish; he liked his woman to act like a fool.

The disc slowed down and then finally stopped spinning. The doctor ordered the two girls in nurses' uniforms beside him, "Untie her."

"Yes, Dr. Situ."

Just as swiftly and simply as they had bound Pei-ching to it, they quickly untied her and stood there, awaiting the next command.

Although her restraints were off, Pei-ching lay blankly on the platform, smiling dazedly. In her mind, she could still see the spinning disc, constantly pulling her in. There was no helmet to give her pleasure, no bells, no doctor's voice; all she could see was the vortex before her.

Dr. Situ entered the room and said to the two servants who were waiting for orders, "Xiaoqian, Jiehui, you can leave now. I'll call you back if needed."

"Yes, Dr. Situ,"

the two women replied mechanically, turning and leaving the room. They would return to their usual duties, immersed in the endless pleasure the doctor had prepared for them.

Situ walked towards his newest patient, "Peijing, can you hear me?" Peijing answered, "Yes, doctor."

"Very good, Peijing," he looked at her, then took off his coat and loosened his tie, "Please stand up."

Peijing stepped down from the platform and stood, her hands hanging limply at her sides, still looking up at the vortex that was no longer there.

"Pei-ching, look at me," Dr. Situ commanded.

"Yes, doctor,"

she replied, lowering her head to look at him.

"Remember the pleasure you just experienced, Pei-ching,"

Dr. Situ said, taking off his coat.

Pei-ching gasped and began to moan.

"You can experience even greater pleasure, Pei-ching," she said, her eyes wide, "Listen to me, I'll tell you how."

"Yes," she sobbed, "please, tell me what to do?" Situ took off his undershirt. "You are a young and beautiful woman," and it was true. Pei Jing had a tall figure and slender legs, and her long, wavy hair made her features appear very delicate. Her breasts were not large, but they had a rather perfect shape. "A healthy and beautiful woman."

Now she was wearing a loose hospital gown, which did not show her good figure. Her big, watery eyes looked blank and innocent, which was, of course, the doctor's masterpiece.

"Sex," Situ continued, "You need sex. As long as you have sex, you will get that kind of pleasure, more intense than you have experienced before. You crave that kind of pleasure, don't you, darling?" He took off his pants.

"So...desirable," Pei-ching murmured, a burning desire rising within her. "Oh, yes, give it to me quickly."

She frantically grabbed at herself, then hurriedly removed her hospital gown.

"Very good!" Situ quietly admired Pei-ching's naked body.

"Please, doctor," Pei-ching pleaded, "I want it."

Situ removed his last remaining underwear, grabbed his patient, and Pei-ching immediately hugged him tightly, raising her legs as if trying to climb onto him. They lay down together on the floor.

An hour later, a sweat-drenched Situ gracefully withdrew from Pei-ching. He stroked her hair and said to the dazed girl, "That's it, darling."

"Mmm..." she responded, closing her eyes.

When Pei-Ching opened her eyes again, she was back in her previous room, wearing the same hospital gown. Suddenly, consciousness and memories flooded back.

"No!" she whispered, but her memories forced her to admit that she had been injected again, then put on a helmet, and then a vortex appeared in front of her. A voice explained to her that her higher education was all just a fantasy. She

tried to remember what she had learned after elementary school, but she couldn't remember anything. She felt she should be angry, but she felt so relaxed, so tired, that she couldn't even be angry anymore.

She remembered frantically pleasing the doctor, wanting him to insert his penis into her body. She had never needed it so much in her life. The doctor simply told her that sex could bring her more intense pleasure than before, and that was enough to make her forget everything.

She should have stopped worrying, but she just couldn't. She chose not to think about these things anymore, only thinking about the pleasure she had just received.

The next morning, she woke up to find that a section of the wall in her room had been opened. She hadn't noticed any other mechanism in the room before. Behind the wall was a wardrobe with a white nurse's uniform inside. Underneath the uniform was a pair of high heels, and next to it hung a pair of silk pantyhose.

She sat up, and Dr. Situ's voice immediately came through, "Good morning, darling. Did you sleep well last night?" "Yes, Dr. Situ,"

she answered automatically without thinking.

"Very good, darling," he paused, "Please put on your uniform. Yingru and Yufang will bring you breakfast in a bit. After breakfast, they will take you to the room from yesterday. You will definitely go with them, darling. They are your friends and only hope you can recover. Do you understand?" "Yes, Dr. Situ."

Once again, she answered completely reflexively, "Put on my uniform. Yingru and Yufang will bring breakfast. After breakfast, I will go with them. They are my friends and hope I can recover."

Peijing said, slowly walking towards the wardrobe. A few minutes later, a thought suddenly flashed into her mind: What did she want to recover? Before she could even think further, the door opened, and the two long-haired beauties from before entered. Yu Fang carried a plate of food and placed it on the table beside Pei Jing's bed. The two women stood by and waited. After Pei Jing changed her clothes and finished breakfast, they grabbed her and led her out of the room.

Pei Jing suddenly wanted to escape. She knew that if she ran away, the two women would inject her with that magical drug again. She wanted that drug. Suddenly, she realized that she didn't actually want to escape. This thought terrified her, but it didn't bother her for long. She quickly stopped thinking about it; happiness was more important.

She suddenly realized that she didn't need those drugs.

"Obedience is pleasurable,"

she whispered. As she was placed on the helmeted platform, a piercing pleasure surged through her spine.

Two months later: The girl with long, wavy hair pushed another girl with short hair out of the restaurant. "That's her, isn't she?" The short-haired girl nodded, her impressive breasts bouncing. "She's amazing. The doctor is looking for someone like her."

“But I don’t know,” the long-haired girl said. “The clinic seems too crowded. Will we have anywhere to stay?” “That’s not something we can decide,” the short-haired girl said. “Besides, doctors don’t keep anyone around forever. Hurry up, or we’ll be late once she gets in the car.” The

two of them quickly caught up with their prey. The short-haired girl took out a pack of cigarettes. “Could I borrow a light, miss?” “I’m sorry,” she replied. “I don’t smoke, and I don’t… Ah!” She felt a prick in her right arm and cried out. Then she saw the long-haired girl pulling the syringe out of her arm.

“You’re doing… Oh…!” Her thoughts were completely blurred. She swayed and would have fallen to the ground if the two girls hadn’t been supporting her.

A male passerby asked, "What happened?" She tried to answer, but could only manage a muffled hum. Then the short-haired girl said, "Nothing, my friend drank too much, we're just taking her home."

The man nodded and left. The two girls carried their bewildered prey into the car, placed her in the back seat, and once she lay down, she comfortably closed her eyes and fell asleep, letting the girl in front take her to an unknown place. The

long-haired girl took out her phone and quickly dialed a number. When she received a reply, she said, "Doctor, the passenger is safe, your medicine is very effective."

"Of course," came the reply from the other end of the line, "Good job, Pei-ching. Bring her here. I'll reward you after I've completed her transformation."

The phone rang.

Pleasure shot through her body like bullets, and Pei-ching immediately convulsed, almost dropping the phone. "Yes, doctor," she cried out joyfully, "Thank you!" Situ hung up the phone. Pei-ching's transformation was a complete success. This hunt was her final test. Just as he had told her from the beginning, she would be happy to work for him, to bring other women in. He had successfully cured her, stripping her of those superfluous independent wills.

He felt this was a disease for a woman.

The clinic was a bit crowded; perhaps it was time for another auction. He turned on the computer on his desk, browsing through the information of each woman in the clinic, deciding who to sell first.

"Let me see," he thought, "this girl's getting a little tired of me..."

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