The Mad Doctor's Laboratory: Prologue and First Chapter

Preface
The Mad Doctor and the Rose

"Hello everyone, I know you don't know me yet, but soon you will appreciate my
supreme art. I am Dr. Feng. Those mediocre people who envy me call me the Mad Doctor
, but I believe my research is the greatest and will be sought after by countless people in the future.
"

Standing before me was a rented room, bought with his last savings. Although somewhat old and messy,
it was well-equipped with various experimental instruments, and the room was relatively spacious.

A man of medium build, average appearance, and looking to be around forty years old, wearing a white
lab coat that looked worn from

countless washes, sported a thick
head of messy, unwashed hair that emitted a foul, sour smell. He clearly resembled a reclusive man who had been staying at home for a long time. Yet, his not-so-
large eyes shone with an abnormal excitement and fanaticism, and his face displayed
a self-absorbed expression. Immediately following in the opposite corner of the room, the wide-angle lens of the information collector,

capable of perfectly transmitting video, sound, and even smell, rotated, illuminating Dr. Mad's face against the backdrop of this somewhat old, messy, and dilapidated place. Taking a few deep breaths, facing the information collector opposite him, Dr. Mad's somewhat sallow and not-so-clean face showed a slight subsidence of his excitement, and a somewhat stiff smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. Then, his tone became chaotic, excited, and slightly manic as he said, "In my opinion, women are the best playthings and props that the gods have given to men. They are born as a species that is base and worse than livestock. Their purpose is not to be equal to men, but to allow humanity to reproduce and to provide men with tools and playthings for supreme pleasure . My ideal is to make full use of those women to the greatest extent possible, to turn them into dolls for men to enjoy even more. Look at all the things I've created from those women who are even more base than livestock. This is a human skin sofa, this is a female body dining table, this is a female body sculpture, this is a female body toilet, and this is a skull pearl lampshade, a female body pillow, and this, and this..." As the Mad Doctor spoke, an old-fashioned portable AI device in his hand, under his manipulation, projected a virtual projection screen that rapidly closed short videos and images. Upon closer inspection, the videos and photos revealed women transformed into bizarre and deformed forms. Some were bent into toilets, others had their limbs severed to make pillows , and still others were adorned with gems and metal objects to create sculptures. Some had their skin peeled off and used as a cover on sofas, while others had their genitals and breasts altered into exaggerated shapes through extreme methods. Many appeared completely incapable of survival, yet were kept alive by advanced life support devices… As the videos and photos flashed by, to countless people, they would be depictions of incredibly cruel and bloody human tragedies. In many cities, if such things happened, this so-called mad scientist would likely be torn to pieces by righteous individuals before being apprehended by law enforcement. However, this isn't any other city, but Chaos City, located in the Golden Crescent, a "fallen world" where governments have abandoned all restraint, teeming with outlaws and dark forces. So, while this seems cruel, it's still permitted. "See? These are my masterpieces, my greatest invention, Dr. Mad's greatest invention. Yes , Dr. Mad! These women are all willing, a few who haven't recognized their own hearts. I've made the choices they most desired for them. Look how captivating and alluring they are. But those who envy me actually expelled me from the research institute for these worthless beasts, and even sent people to hunt me down, calling me Dr. Mad. Well, I'll tell them I am Dr. Mad! Now I'm in this Chaos City, in this place where there's truly free air. I will make them know that everything I've done is right. Countless people will remember me, Dr. Mad , and I will make them remember my greatness." " When the projection video from the AI froze on a girl's showerhead—a girl whose limbs were nailed to the ground, crawling on her knees, her uterus pulled out and grafted onto her intestines, a soft rubber tube inserted into her mouth, water flowing into her mouth , into her large intestine, and finally spraying out like a showerhead from the uterus, which was now suspended high and pierced with small holes; her breasts swaying slightly as the water washed over her body, making the bells hanging on them ring melodiously— the mad scientist spoke in a frenzied and chaotic tone . His fingers, wrapped in human skin gloves, moved slowly in the air, as if he were touching a rare treasure even through a phantom. His eyes were slightly closed, as if he were enjoying the girl's alluring fragrance. Looking at him, one would not feel at all that of a scientist conducting research, but rather that of a thoroughly deranged madman with the most vicious and tyrannical mentality." "A few days ago, I spent money to buy some female slaves, but the modification effects weren't very good. I've studied it carefully, and it's all because those jealous people made my experimental equipment and materials less than perfect . So I spent a lot of money to rent this IS machine, and recruited a female slave from the most famous torture and training ground in Chaos City, Crimson Pavilion. This time, I will definitely let everyone appreciate my work ." The Mad Doctor still spoke with that somewhat manic tone, whether from fanaticism or long periods of solitude , speaking several steps faster than normal. Anyone could see excitement, agitation, and a seemingly desperate determination in his eyes . "You're going to do a live broadcast? You didn't tell the madwoman director in Crimson Pavilion before, so this is probably inappropriate, isn't it?" A somewhat jarring sound of a door opening rang out, followed by a slightly deep but strangely magnetic female voice echoing in the room.

Then, with the sound of high heels clicking on the ground, a
woman of medium build, with maple-colored hair reaching her chest, walked unhurriedly into the recording range of the information collector.

She wore a black tank top with dark gold patterns. Her breasts, while not exaggerated,
were still quite full, pushing the top high, revealing their white, rounded
shape and the subtle cleavage, creating an irresistible allure. Her flat stomach was exposed
, revealing a diamond-shaped metal ornament on her navel, adding to her sexy and seductive
charm.

The woman wore a semi-transparent, purplish-red apron that barely covered her hips on the left and reached past her knee on the right.
The unique design, gradually deepening in color from bottom to top, allowed her
slender, long legs to display an alluring tantalizing effect with her slow, deliberate steps, while
simultaneously concealing her most intimate parts, creating a sense of impending exposure and stimulating

a deeper desire and anticipation in men.

The woman wasn't conventionally beautiful; her makeup, applied with just the right amount of intensity, accentuated a professional
, seductive smile. The pale purple eyeshadow added a touch of allure, yet also carried a hint of melancholy
and sorrow, as if reflecting a sense of resentment and regret about her circumstances. However, deep within her eyes
shone a yearning and excitement that even she herself couldn't perceive.

This is a contradictory woman. While her mind has accepted worldly ethics of good and evil, her instincts
harbor a stubborn yearning. This yearning for depravity needs a reason to be released; her desire for liberation
is tinged with a stirring within her heart. She constantly seeks
something that forces her to accept everything. She even laments her fate and the world's splendor when alone, writing long poems,
more disheveled than her hair as she moans beneath men, imbued with her melancholy and
longing.

Her allure surpasses that of countless prostitutes and sex slaves, possessing a subtle and resentful pathos; it surpasses
the dignified elegance of millions of respectable young women, displaying a wanton and lustful sensuality. This gives her
an extra layer of allure that makes men even more captivated, a unique charm that shines through her acceptance and rejection. So much so

that in just over six months, she, whose appearance was merely average,
became one of the few sex slaves among the nearly one thousand prostitutes and sex slaves in the Crimson Pavilion's Winter Tower, second only to the Flower Queen and the Eighteen Plum Trees,
and one of the few who were given a title by a customer for a hefty sum, rather than just a number.

Looking at this woman who seemed to be smiling, yet whose brows still held a hint of melancholy and sorrow, but instead of
being repulsive, only further aroused men's deeper desires and cruelty, the Mad Doctor thought
of his passionate sex and sadistic encounters with her after being forced to come to Chaotic City and entering the Crimson Pavilion's Winter Tower
, and a deep greed appeared in his eyes.

However, under the woman's smiling gaze, the Mad Doctor's face showed a hint of embarrassment,
his hands unconsciously rubbing together a few times, and he let out a dry laugh.

"Uh, ah... ha, ha..."

Then she finally spoke, "Miss Rose, I... I, well..."

"No need to be so polite. Although I didn't come in, I heard everything you said just now
. I clearly remember you saying that women are nothing but lowly animals, men's playthings.
I dare not accept that title, Miss."

Rose's lips curled into a mocking smile as she waved her hand as if speaking casually.

"Then... well... I..."

The Mad Doctor looked at Rose, carefully examining her body, his eyes flashing with greedy lust,
but on the surface he wore a deliberately ingratiating smile.

"Don't worry, I've been in the Crimson Pavilion for over two hundred days. What kind of customers haven't I seen, what kind
of games haven't I played? A few words are nothing. You pay to torment us
women, and the way you men act is actually uncomfortable to watch.

However, the Crimson Pavilion has its own rules, set by the Crimson Queen herself.
No one can change them without her permission.

Recording, like what you're doing, isn't impossible, but the Crimson Pavilion will charge three to seven times the usual fee, depending on how you use it
."

"I..."

Dr. Mad's expression became even more awkward upon hearing about the money. He had been chased all the way to Chaos City
, and then, in a fit of rage, he bought Rose for three days, rented the city, and replenished his
supplies of equipment and medicine. He was now practically penniless, with only a few hundred credits—
enough for a week's food in Chaos City. Yet, as a cruel sex
slave bestowed a title by a wealthy client, Rose's appearance fee, calculated based on her status and the game's limits, was a staggering two million—an
astronomical price he simply couldn't afford.

"Alright, I understand your situation, and I won't make things difficult for you. The Scarlet Queen is always merciful, so I'll offer
you a compromise: send a copy of the video footage to the Scarlet Pavilion.

If the technical department approves, not only will you not be charged again, but you might even
receive more benefits and privileges.

If it's deemed unacceptable, then you either pay the fee or have the videos permanently deleted, never
to be seen again.

It's fate that we met. I know you escaped from another city, and I think you don't want to
be wanted again by the Scarlet Queen and her master, our current Holy Lord Wang Jing.
Not to boast, but for many, that warrant is more effective than a government warrant
, and more people are willing to obey it,"

Rose said calmly to the Mad Doctor.

"Yes, I know, thank you, Miss Rose. Shall we begin our game?"

The Mad Doctor wasn't new to Chaos City, nor was he new to the Crimson Pavilion. He knew that if
he were to be wanted by the Crimson Pavilion's Scarlet Order now, countless people would try
to capture and kill him for the chance to have a one-night stand with one of the women there. He had no chance of escaping
, so he repeatedly thanked Rose and assured her he wouldn't break the rules.

"Rose is just explaining the rules of the Crimson Pavilion to you, so you won't cause unnecessary
trouble. Now that the rules are explained, you are the master, and Rose is the slave, just a piece of rotten meat you bought
. You just need to do as you please; there's no need for any hesitation. Are you afraid..."
In the Crimson Pavilion, Rose, as a sex slave, was naturally even more afraid of being wronged and would never dare to disobey her master's orders without cause
.

A hint of helplessness and pity appeared in Rose's eyes, which were painted with pale purple eyeshadow, as if everything
was truly out of necessity. However, looking at the burning intensity in the Mad Doctor's eyes,
she felt like a tinderbox, a fire of desire slowly rising within her, scorching every inch of her skin.
The excitement deep within her eyes was also slowly spreading. Helplessness, fear, shame, and desire—a complex mix of
emotions—entwined within Rose, making her feel as if she smelled a hallucinatory and irresistibly alluring floral scent.
For a moment, she temporarily forgot her so-called shame and her already fragile resolve.

"Then I won't be polite, you bitch."

The Mad Doctor's eyes flashed with wild cruelty and savagery. He directly
ripped off his gloves, made from the inner skin of a woman's womb, and threw them aside. Then, he grabbed Rose's waistband and pulled it down
.

"Ah..."

With a seemingly provocative moan from Rose, the purple veil flew into the air,
slowly drifting down like a purple butterfly. Rose,
now only wearing dark purple lace panties, stumbled and fell towards the mad doctor. He

roughly reached out his somewhat sallow and withered hands, embracing Rose's fair, slender, and curvaceous body
. Then, the only thing covering her private parts, her panties, was torn into pieces
, flying in all directions.

The mad doctor, excited, unbuttoned several buttons on his long, almost floor-length white coat ,
revealing a slightly plump body and a massive, monstrous penis—clearly the result of some kind of genetic conflict or genetic modification—covered in terrifying barbs,
resembling a feline . "Ah..." She couldn't even wait to take off her top. Under the mad doctor's rough shoving, she stumbled back a few steps, leaning against the rose against the wall. Only then did she feel her full breasts being forcefully squeezed by the mad doctor. His monstrous penis, which she had already experienced but still couldn't immediately adapt to , forcefully penetrated deep into her slightly moist cunt. Rose involuntarily threw her head back and let out a high-pitched moan. "You filthy bitch... I'll fuck you to death... It's all because of you sluts... You've ruined my reputation." The mad doctor panted as he repeatedly rocked his hips, driving his monstrous penis deeper and deeper into Rose's cunt. "...Ah... Oh... Ah... It hurts... It feels so good..." "Ah..." Feeling the thick cock forcing open her cunt, the fleshy barbs scraping like needles against the tender flesh inside, leaving shallow cuts, Rose's body twisted as if trying to avoid it, yet also seemingly welcoming it, letting out high-pitched moans. Her expression seemed to be enduring pain, but the excitement in her eyes grew even more intense. Streams of blood mixed with vaginal fluid continuously overflowed from Rose's cunt, which was being wildly thrust into by the Mad Doctor's huge cock, gushing out like a small stream. Seeing this, the Mad Doctor not only did not feel any sympathy, but instead became even more violent. The abuser trampled on Rose's body. His large penis repeatedly and brutally pounded into her, his hands sometimes kneading her large breasts into exaggerated shapes, sometimes slapping them and her face. With each groan from Rose, she seemed to be frantically cursing, venting her hatred for everyone. As time passed, marked by their madness, Rose's voice gradually became hoarse, but her eyes shone with an increasingly excited and even frenzied light. Her seemingly ordinary face, in its twisted and grotesque expression, displayed a sinister and alluring charm. (This story focuses on transformation, so I won't elaborate on this kind of explicit content. I think you've read many other stories, so let's get to the main point.) Part 1 The Living Room Will Always Be Missing a Female Body Bonsai After a long while, the storm finally subsided. The mad doctor's once white coat was now stained with blood and semen, carelessly left wide open. His monstrous, erect penis, now half-soft, still hung limply between his legs, nearly twenty centimeters in length, stained with blood, semen, semen, and a small amount of fecal residue. A lewd aura permeated the surroundings . Rose, who had been brought in as a tool for modification, lay on the ground like a pile of rotten flesh. Not only were her cunt and anus wide open like two bloody holes, with drops of blood slowly flowing out, but even her most private urethra was wide open, with a two-finger-thick iron rod inserted inside. Her breasts were pierced by long nails, and there were obvious abnormal fracture marks on her ribs. Her face was also noticeably swollen and raised. "Alright, slut, now we can begin the formal transformation. Don't let her remain a lump of rotten flesh." The Mad Doctor manipulated his AI to delete unsuitable footage from the data collector , then changed into a special waterproof lab coat. He walked to Rose's side, casually kicking her twice with his right foot, and said nonchalantly, "Hmm... I understand, Doctor. Don't worry, our Crimson Pavilion's sex slaves are guaranteed to be top-notch and won't interfere with your experiments ." Rose let out a low moan, seemingly aware that this video would be viewed by the people of Scarlet Pavilion. She deliberately praised Scarlet Pavilion, then twisted her body, supporting herself with her hands as she slowly stood up with some difficulty. The long nails inserted into her full breasts, and the iron rod plugging her urethra , had all been removed by Rose. After taking the gene-repairing agent, these seemingly serious injuries were actually just warm-up treatments during Rose's countless acts of defilement. In 100111111111111, as the drug took effect and the implants in Rose's body...

The long-lived monster—the Tailed Lizard Dragon—had its super-strong regenerative abilities, and it had basically healed
. Aside from slight weakness, it was completely fine.

This was also why the sex slaves at the Crimson Pavilion were more expensive than elsewhere; they were all
genetically modified warriors with transplanted special genes. Although
the genes transplanted into their bodies were relatively low-grade to maximize the success rate, meaning their combat power wasn't much stronger than ordinary people, it ensured they
possessed stronger regenerative abilities, endurance, and even certain special abilities, allowing them to adapt to
more intense defilement and more severe torture from their clients.

After drinking another cup of highly concentrated nutrient solution, Rose's complexion became rosy, and her strength
had recovered considerably. She simply wiped
the grime off her completely exposed body with a damp towel. Rose looked almost identical to when she first arrived, except for being completely naked
.

"Doctor, whatever your plans are, don't hold back. Just do as you please. Rose is just
a guinea pig, a lump of rotten flesh in your hands."

Rose said in a low, slightly hoarse voice, her eyes filled with self-pity, a hint
of huskiness from her earlier passion.

"Then I won't stand on ceremony."

The Mad Doctor chuckled, rubbing his hands together again, coughing lightly, and then addressed the data collector in the corner
, "Now I'll show you my outstanding achievement. This time, I'm making
an art bonsai. I believe that placing it in your living room will definitely make it a high-class
ornament."

"A bonsai? You said I'd become a bonsai? You're not planning to plant me, are you? Those Bloodlust
's Blood Spring Mother Tree and our Holy Lord's Female Bamboo Forest Chant have both been videotaped
. These aren't anything new."

Rose slowly walked naked in front of the Mad Doctor after hearing his words, a
seductive smile on her face, but the excitement and anticipation in her eyes had diminished considerably.

"You slut, I've seen what you've been talking about. That's just crude, violent torture. Today I
'll show you what true art is, what true respect for women is. This is
perfect material, far superior to those cheap slaves you buy."

The Mad Doctor slapped Rose's fully recovered buttocks hard, his face filled
with a peculiar obsession as he greedily caressed Rose's body, muttering under his breath.

Rose, who had already been intimate with countless men, even abused and tortured by many, clearly felt treated like an object, like a piece of fine wood or stone about to be sculpted ,
from the Mad Doctor's obsessive gaze and the sudden change in his touch from brutal to incredibly gentle . Rose knew it wasn't a misperception. If it were any other woman, she would probably have felt a chill and disgust. But while a sense of fear rose in Rose's heart, an even greater expectation unconsciously arose. The desire that had just subsided even began to slowly awaken again. "Such perfect material, what a waste that no one knows how to utilize it. Don't worry, I'll treat you well. " The mad doctor's hand traced along Rose's full breasts, then gently and slowly stroked her back as if caressing a fine fur coat, his eyes filled with infatuation. After murmuring something, he looked up again, turning to Rose in front of him, his eyes still filled with undisguised fervor, and said, "Slut, now show everyone your body." "Yes, Doctor." Although curious, Rose had encountered too many such people and knew about their strange fetishes. She was just herself, but in the eyes of this mad doctor, she had two identities: she was seen as a sex slave and experimental assistant assisting him, while her body was his material. That's why the mad doctor spoke to her in different tones, and all she had to do was obey him absolutely when he gave her instructions as a sex slave, and when he spoke to her as material, she had to not disturb him. Although the Mad Doctor hadn't specified what poses to strike, wouldn't it be the funniest joke for a sex slave not to know how to display her figure? So, Rose naturally walked to the center of the information gathering center's view. "Hello everyone, I'm Rose, a sex slave from Crimson Pavilion~Winter Tower. I'm currently the Doctor's assistant and prop. Please appreciate Rose's figure." After saying this, the completely naked Rose, seemingly unaware of her nakedness , gracefully bowed like a maid trained by a classical aristocrat. Then, standing up, her body swayed and twisted like a most graceful dancer, lifting her legs and bending over, her body moving quickly and slowly, displaying several movements that showcased her flexibility and coordination , as well as a seductive and alluring figure. She even deliberately let out soft moans and gasps while performing these actions, which, even if intentionally affected, still carried a strong sense of provocation. "Alright, you slut, I told you women are just lowly animals, and now it seems I was completely wrong. You bitches are born unworthy to be called human beings alongside men, only fit to use everything you have to please them. Being horny is an instinct etched into your lowly genes. Now that you've shown me your rotten flesh, get on the operating table and lie down," the mad doctor cursed, picking up two scalpels and pointing them at the operating table beside him. "Yes, Doctor." Because of the mad doctor's words, Rose's face showed a hint of humiliation, but the excitement deep in her eyes slowly began to rise again. She stepped onto the operating table not far away, feeling the cold alloy plate against her body, the intense humiliation of being treated like livestock, and the fear of the future, made Rose feel the lust within her burning fiercely again. The tender flesh inside her cunt writhed as if it had a life of its own, and streams of lustful fluid slowly overflowed. "Ugh..." Rose unconsciously let out a low moan. "You slut, you're so fucking disgusting, even lying here your cunt is already leaking uncontrollably."You guys

" You lowly bastards, your genes are born with the most lewd instincts. You were born only
to be developed by a great scientist like me to make you recognize your true nature."

The Mad Doctor wiped Rose's wet, cunt with his right hand, then slowly
smeared the juices onto Rose's lips.

"Ugh..."

Rose let out a soft moan, her body twisting slightly.

"Lie still, you slut. Due to limited resources, I didn't prepare anesthesia for you.
You'll have to endure this." "

The Mad Doctor squeezed Rose's breasts hard, his eyes growing increasingly fanatical and savage.

The fact that he hadn't prepared anesthesia was obvious to anyone hearing it;
nerve-blocking techniques were incredibly advanced, making anesthesia ridiculously cheap.

Rose, however, knew that as a sex slave, she had no right to demand anesthesia from her client.

So, while the fear in her eyes intensified, so too did the accompanying desire and excitement
, causing her vagina to secrete even more fluids.

'It's alright, Doctor… Ah…'

Rose managed to utter a few words before the Mad Doctor pulled over a nearby mechanical hammer.
With a swing of his arm, the hammer's power amplifier activated, slamming it into
Rose's right thigh. Her thigh bone instantly fractured, and
the words she was about to utter turned into a high-pitched scream.

'Slut, these thighs of yours are completely useless as potted plants, so I'll make use of them and
give them a good warm-up.' " " As the Mad Doctor spoke, he swung his mechanical hammer repeatedly, striking Rose 's thighs

repeatedly . "Ah... Ah..." Amidst the initial pleasure, Rose felt only intense pain emanating from her thighs. Those long, slender legs, which she had once been somewhat proud of, were rapidly deformed under the Mad Doctor's hammer, the flesh and bone being smashed into indistinguishable pieces . Yet, Rose, unrestrained, had to endure it all for her own will , afraid to move lest she interfere with the Mad Doctor's plan. A strange excitement erupted in Rose's eyes. "Ah... It hurts... Ah... No... No... Ah..." Rose cried out, large beads of sweat constantly seeping from every pore of her body. "Crack." Just as Rose thought this torture would continue for a long time, enduring the pain as the mad doctor vented his near-madness, a crisp mechanical click suddenly rang in her ears. Before Rose, whose consciousness was somewhat distorted by the pain, could react, a white shadow flashed before her eyes , and the mad doctor had already pulled the handle of the guillotine that had just passed through the slide rail, severing Rose's legs at the root. "Ah..." The special medicine applied to the guillotine made Rose feel not only the excruciating pain of her legs being severed, but also a strong burning and stinging sensation from the wounds, causing her to let out another high- pitched groan. Her urethra contracted strongly and then suddenly expanded, squeezing out the urine in her bladder. The yellowish-brown urine sprayed like a fountain onto the operating table and dripped from the small holes in the alloy plate of the operating table onto the floor. "Slut, you look more and more alluring. My recent modifications will definitely attract everyone's attention ." " The Mad Doctor's eyes held a fanatical obsession. After spraying hemostatic agent on the cracks where Rose's legs had been severed, he gently stroked Rose's body. Then, while pulling Rose closer, he thrust his monstrous penis back into Rose's recently recovered cunt , pumping in and out repeatedly. At the same time, his right hand manipulated the guillotine, severing Rose's severed legs at the knees. The reason he did this after severing Rose's legs wasn't out of mercy, but because Rose's thighs had already been completely smashed, and she had no feeling in her lower limbs whatsoever. 'See this? This is the rotten flesh that came off your body. I'll stuff it back in for you.'" The thick, barbed penis thrust roughly into Rose's cunt again and again. Growing increasingly aroused , the barbs, harder than before, grazed the tender flesh inside, creating tiny cuts. Rose, who had just endured the pain of her broken legs, felt as if countless spiked clubs had been inserted into her cunt. Yet, the thick, purplish-black glans repeatedly rubbed against Rose's cervix, even penetrating it several times, slamming against her uterine wall . Pain and pleasure intertwined, creating a strange emotion that overwhelmed Rose's mind. At the same time, she saw her two shattered thighs being thrown into the shredder by the mad doctor, turning into a pulp as the machine turned. She felt her body becoming increasingly sensitive. Excitement gleamed in her eyes, and her legless body struggled to meet the mad doctor's movements, emitting moans that she herself couldn't distinguish as pleasure or pain. "The most natural is the best... So since she's a potted plant... then the rotten flesh cut off from her body is naturally the best fertilizer for this potted plant. However, the flesh of a woman like that is too smelly... Using it directly will pollute the air... So some fragrance needs to be added to neutralize it... so as not to pollute the air in the living room." While roughly fucking Rose, Dr. Mad's hands roughly kneaded Rose's two large breasts , while he used voice commands to control the mechanical arm to mix the flesh paste made from Rose's thighs with some special fragrance and plant growth promoters, creating a fertilizer that also had air-purifying properties . "Ah... so good... you slut... your rotten cunt feels so good to fuck... I'm going to regret it."

Fuck you... I'll fuck you to death... I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum... I'll fuck you to death, you slut. About fifty minutes later, the Mad Doctor suddenly started panting heavily and shouting loudly, his voice even
drowning out Rose's moans. Then, he forcefully grabbed Rose's throat with his right hand. As Rose's face contorted in pain and she let out low whimpers, the Mad Doctor thrust in and out thirty or forty more times. Suddenly, he pulled out his penis, and streams of semen sprayed over Rose's body and onto her face. At the same time, the Mad Doctor roughly inserted a soft rubber tube deep into Rose's vagina, and then, with another forceful thrust, pierced through her cervix and entered her uterus. With another voice command, the fertilizer that the Mad Doctor had prepared continued to pump up and down her uterus along the soft rubber tube. "Ah~ uh..." Before long, Rose's uterus was completely filled, and she let out a suppressed and painful groan. However, the Mad Doctor ignored her and continued to pour the fleshy fertilizer into Rose's uterus . "Good, this is the most alluring figure." Even though there was still some flesh and fat left, the Mad Doctor stopped stroking Rose's belly, which was beginning to show a noticeable bulge, yet wasn't overly exaggerated. He let out a sound of ecstasy and infatuation, his movements incredibly gentle and careful. "It seems she's pregnant. So, Doctor likes this kind. If you have the chance, Doctor can go to the Crimson Pavilion's Summer Palace . She has many sex slaves skilled at being impregnated by various monsters." Rose touched her slightly protruding belly and said something, then forced a smile after a few breaths. "What does the Doctor plan to do next?" she continued. " You slut, the women of Crimson Pavilion are indeed the most despicable of all women, but also the most suitable for my art. You won't be disappointed." The Mad Doctor grabbed Rose's full, white breasts as if they were rags , wiping them on his enormous, monstrous penis. He then took out a microsurgical scalpel and sutures, saying, "Next, I'll begin a small modification, so that you, this slut , can be arranged like a potted plant, and won't leak any more disgusting filth." Then, the Mad Doctor slowly inserted a cone-shaped scalpel, rotating it, into Rose's urethra. "Mmm..." A departure from his usual rough gentleness, Rose felt the cold touch and the stinging, expanding sensation in her urethra, yet simultaneously experienced a strange feeling of being cared for and cherished. She knew it was just her illusion; she was merely being used as a prop. The reason for the care and attention was simply to perfect his work, not to concern herself with her feelings. A deep sense of humiliation mixed with pain and the disordered sensations on her body. In this room, still tinged with the smell of blood and the fragrance of air freshener, Rose felt a flood of lust washing over her body and mind. Streams of vaginal fluid overflowed with the undulating flesh within her cunt. "Ah..." Just as Rose was still immersed in this feeling, the Mad Doctor pressed the button on the microsurgical scalpel in his hand . A cone-shaped blade popped out and pierced the flesh wall of Rose's urethra. Suddenly, a strong stinging pain came, causing Rose to let out another high-pitched groan. Although it was just intense pain, the masochistic habit ingrained in her body made Rose feel a kind of orgasmic release in the constant torture . Her whole body trembled violently, and streams of vaginal fluid gushed out as her vagina contracted and expanded rapidly, as if she had lost control of her bladder. "Ah... Ah... Ah... Oh... Ah... I'm coming... I'm coming... Ah... " Rose's eyes were filled with intense excitement, and she kept moaning. "Behave yourself, you slut! All you know how to do is act like a horny bitch!" The mad doctor impatiently punched Rose in the chest, then spoke to the data collector , "Everyone sees that women are just like that, always acting horny regardless of the situation. In this situation, to avoid delaying the experiment, we can use an electric shock to interrupt it." Then, the mad doctor took a puncture probe and skillfully inserted it. The probe immediately pierced through Rose's uterus from her lower abdomen, and a strong current struck her uterus. "Ah..." The immense pain that spread throughout her uterus, even extending to her ovaries, her cunt, and her abdominal and chest cavities , caused Rose to let out a scream even more shrill than before. Under this torture , the previous pleasure vanished instantly. "Alright, we can continue now." After a full half minute, the mad doctor pulled out the probe, looked at Rose, whose eyes were vacant and whose mouth was frothing from the shock, said this, and then slapped Rose's breasts twice. "Hmm..." Feeling the Mad Doctor's movements again, and sensing the electric shock gradually subsiding, Rose's blood circulated within her. The transplanted special genes quickly brought her back to her senses, and she let out a low moan . Thinking of the previous pain, and seeing the Mad Doctor's increasingly excited eyes, Rose felt a mixture of anticipation and fear. Yet, unwilling to confront her inner desires and her already ingrained, base instincts, she refused to consider choosing to accept this deep torture. In fact, she had gradually lowered her standards, actively accepting and even reliving it at times. Instead, she deceived herself, thinking, "Who told me to be sold into the Crimson Pavilion? I can't go anywhere, I can't leave anywhere, unless I earn at least three times the profit for the Crimson Pavilion .""Just bear with it." The Mad Doctor ignored Rose, who, far from breaking down under this torment, was instead...

With a seemingly deceptive idea, the surgeon carefully used a minimally invasive scalpel to make a
three-centimeter incision in the fleshy wall of Rose's urethra, then removed the scalpel.

"Next comes the suturing. This will prevent the potted plant from leaking that disgusting
urine in the future. However, during the suturing process, we can consider adding a
hanging ornament to the bottom of the potted plant that we like. This time, I chose a versatile small hook, which is convenient for hanging different
combinations. If you don't like it, you can choose others."

The mad doctor said, taking out a metal rod about three fingers thick with a small hook at the end, and then inserting the metal
rod into Rose's urethra, leaving only the hook sticking out. Only then was Rose's urethra sutured shut
.

"Next are the supporting legs for this potted plant. We chose her original legs. Of course,
if you can't find such high-quality props, you can choose other women's legs to piece together , but there will be some color difference, and it won't be as perfect as the original, so please be careful
when choosing ." The Mad Doctor continued to introduce his seemingly high-end and exquisite but actually cruel and brutal art, taking Rose's two calves. He cut one of them in half again, using only the part connected to the foot, and then placed a large vibrating egg on it. He then embedded several smaller vibrating eggs in several places on this calf before inserting it into Rose's vagina, until the very tip of the vibrating egg was pressed against Rose's cervix. Then, while sewing it up, he said, "These vibrating egg structures can be controlled remotely. If you think your props are good and the sounds are pleasant, you can stimulate her from time to time to make her cry out. This will make you look very impressive and high-end when entertaining guests at home. " Rose felt the tolerable stinging pain of the stitches being put on, listening to the Mad Doctor's words that he didn't treat her like a human being, not even like livestock, that everything was just for looks and practicality. Deeply humiliated, a strange excitement arose in her mind. Despite her reluctance to admit it, streams of lustful fluid kept overflowing from her cunt, only to be blocked by her own legs as the stitching progressed, flowing back and swirling up, her uterus mingling with the rotten flesh mixed with fragrance , forming a cruel muddy mess, just like her image in people's minds— incredibly lewd and lowly, desired yet trampled underfoot. "Alright, now we'll begin another support and fixation. You guessed it, it's in her anus . However, her rectum has another use, so we need to perform a small surgery before insertion ." The Mad Doctor said, using a scalpel to make another 15-centimeter incision on Rose's waist, then carefully pulling out Rose's intestines little by little with tweezers. "Ah..." Rose's moans had become hoarse from blood loss and constant torture. "Everyone, be careful when drilling holes, because a perfect work of art must have the most perfect details in every part. We are the upper class, and every inch of our design must showcase our high-end nature." The Mad Doctor said as he straightened Rose's intestines and cut off the exposed part , then sutured the incision through a small hole in her back. Next, the Mad Doctor inserted Rose's other leg into her anus and sutured it again. Then, he used a mechanical arm to grab Rose's body, making her stand backward on a wooden platform. "Shorter front legs and longer hind legs are better for stability. Of course, for complete stability, we also need to install a few fixing nails." The Mad Doctor said as he lifted Rose's two delicate white feet, drilled two holes in her heels, and then inserted two long nails into Rose's foot bones. "Ugh... Ugh..." The intense pain forced Rose to utter almost silent screams, her eyes rolling upwards, her face a ghastly white contortion, making her agony palpable. However, the Mad Doctor seemed unfazed, continuing his explanation while securing her feet to the base . "When connecting the support, you must reconnect the nerves quickly. This will allow the bonsai to display different expressions based on its fatigue level, making it appear more perfect and lifelike. You can use muscle recovery and stimulants to regulate this fatigue level, so the bonsai won't be a lifeless object like a wooden or clay sculpture. As high-class individuals, we must always pay attention to the details; that's the essence of showcasing taste, something those lower classes can't imitate." "Alright, everyone must be tired by now. The life of the upper class should be elegant and leisurely . We can't be like those trash, constantly toiling away for a life even dogs dream of. So, what we need to do now is have a cup of coffee and relax." " The Mad Doctor, ignoring Rose, poured himself a cup of coffee, then slowly sipped it while standing on an operating table. He manipulated the robotic arm to pull Rose over, his thick, monstrous penis merely rubbing against her mouth a few times before thrusting into it again. After a few adjustments, completely disregarding Rose's feelings, he repeatedly plunged deep into her throat and esophagus . 'Since we're working so hard for her, we can certainly use her to relax while we drink coffee . It's an honor for these sluts,' he said, panting, pressing Rose's head down, completely unconcerned about the grotesque expression on her face caused by the rough thrusting . Perhaps eager to showcase his work and gain more attention to alleviate his current embarrassment, or perhaps because simple oral sex failed to arouse the Mad Doctor's desire, this time it only took about twenty minutes before he abruptly slammed his teacup on Rose's head. A small amount of coffee dripped down her hair, and the ferocity on Rose's face intensified. Only through the training techniques and harsh punishments of the Crimson Pavilion did she barely manage to restrain herself from biting the Mad Doctor. He then thrust his penis deep into Rose's esophagus, even the glans reaching her stomach.Streams of semen poured into Rose's stomach.

Dr. Mad pulled out his penis, casually wiping it with Rose's long hair before
jumping off the operating table. He directed the robotic arm to put Rose back in, then said, "Sorry to
keep you all waiting, let's continue."

"As you can see, the main part of this procedure is complete. This is the lower support, and this is
the water inlet. All that's left is some finishing touches before we can insert the plant
. Today, I'll be showcasing my own angel series design for your appreciation."

Dr. Mad first pointed to Rose's two leg supports and the connection between her large intestine and back, explaining briefly
before taking out his scalpel again.

The scalpel moved rapidly across Rose's abdomen, breasts, neck, and even face. Rose
's body trembled instinctively from the flashes of the blade, emitting hoarse,
indistinct moans.

The mad doctor completely ignored all of this, as if he were facing not a person but a clay or wooden
sculpture. In fact, in his mind, women were probably not as precious as clay or wooden sculptures; the only thing
that mattered to him was the exorbitant price he paid.

A full ten minutes passed before the seemingly cruel scalpel finally stopped. With
a command from the mad doctor, a robotic arm pulled over a bucket of liquor and poured it directly over Rose.

"...Ah..."

Even with her voice hoarse, Rose still let out a long, loud groan, her whole body
trembling with the excruciating pain of the liquor soaking into her wounds.

"Perfect, too perfect. You will surely become the center of attention because of me..."

Gazing at Rose's fair body, crisscrossed with knife wounds, revealed after the bloodstains were washed away by the white wine
, the Mad Doctor disregarded the fact that most people would find it horrifying and disgusting, and ignored the fact that Rose's
body was still trembling violently. He uttered a low, intoxicating moan, his hands
slowly and gently caressing every inch of Rose's skin, every knife wound, as if stroking a lover or a pet afraid of being hurt . He even meticulously licked away
the blood that inadvertently spilled out with his tongue . "Pervert, madman..." These were probably the only two words that would come to mind for anyone else, but the Mad Doctor spent a full thirty minutes savoring this perfect subject in his mind. His monstrous penis thus became even more erect and swollen than before. "Sorry for my outburst, but don't blame me, this is absolutely a perfect work of art, and I 'll show you its beauty." The Mad Doctor said, taking strands of pale gold, dark gold, light pink, light purple, and deep purple metal threads. Then, as if piecing together a precious artifact, he pressed each thread into the wounds he had previously inflicted. His movements were incredibly delicate and gentle, the rage in his eyes replaced by focused concentration. Rose, occasionally noticing this look in his eyes, instinctively lowered her moans, afraid of disturbing him. This process, seemingly a game, was incredibly complex and lengthy, taking over two hours to complete. When it was finished, a mirror appeared before Rose. The horror, ugliness, and even lewdness she had imagined were completely gone. Her reflection, outlined by the colorful gold threads , with a somewhat melancholic face, resembled an angel compassionate towards all the sins of the world. "So beautiful." Even knowing it was herself, even with the pain still lingering in her body, Rose couldn't help but murmur. "This is just the beginning, my angel, you will surely amaze the world." The mad doctor, unusually, didn't humiliate Rose again, or perhaps, in his heart, Rose and the sex slave were no longer there; he was simply intoxicated by the perfect art in his mind. "Ah..." Another piercing groan rang out. Even the art he was intoxicated by couldn't change its inherent brutality. The mad doctor abruptly used a scalpel to remove every other rib from Rose's sides , exposing twelve exoskeletons. "An angel's birth must be bathed in the flames of hell. Believe me, you will be the most perfect angel ." Saying this, the mad doctor then cut open Rose's back, tore off the skin, and attached it to the bones. He then applied a biological growth serum to the scalpel, quickly creating twelve wing-shaped membranes. Finally, the mad doctor used the scalpel to carve strange yet alluring patterns on them , and inlaid some colored gold and a few gemstones. "Perfect..." As everything took shape, the Mad Doctor groaned with satisfaction, his erect penis ejaculating a stream of semen without him needing to masturbate. Carefully circling Rose twice, the Mad Doctor picked up a small branding iron and pressed it against Rose's back, where her tender, red flesh was exposed. "Ah..." Rose groaned in pain, fainting several times only to be tormented awake by the pain. The Mad Doctor listened to all this as if it were a perfect symphony, his movements becoming increasingly fluid. Soon, Rose's tender red flesh and patches of charred flesh formed a pattern of a fallen angel awakening in a blood-red world. Then, the Mad Doctor used an activating agent to solidify the pattern , ensuring it wouldn't change color. "I am absolutely a genius. Everything in the world has two sides. Only by suppressing darkness into shadow can an angel truly appear more holy. Don't you agree, my angel , Rose?" The mad doctor stroked her with a greedy air. Rose's face, contorted with pain, calmed, as if an angel had slowly entered Rose's body through the gates of heaven. "Alright, my rose, my angel. Now, we'll completely stabilize the potted plant and begin planting . When all the pain is over, you will see your most beautiful reality." The mad doctor's eyes even began to show pity and intoxication, but his movements remained remarkably gentle. First, he confirmed the connection between her legs and pelvis, then used embedded nails for final fixation.Then two steel frames were implanted inside the rose to connect its lower body to its ribs.

Then, little by little, he pulled out Rose's spine, shaping it into the form of a demon's tail, and
attached several rings to it.

"This is a composite of angel and succubus. The angel will protect your souls, keeping them forever pure, while the succubus will
make your lives more vibrant and colorful. This bonsai can stand or hang; this is a
composite display I've created for everyone. You can choose either one. And these lowly, filthy
women, used in this way, have gained their greatest value experience."

The Mad Doctor spoke, manipulating Rose's neck to tilt back, her right hand bent upwards, assuming a
posture of looking up at a bouquet of flowers. Then, he applied a hardening agent to her skin. At this moment, Rose's skin
still felt soft to the touch, but internally, it had lost the ability to stretch and contract its muscles, forever maintaining
a fixed shape.

"Ah... Ah..."

Rose felt that only her face and left hand could still move, letting out hoarse groans. Pain,
fear, and various complex emotions simultaneously gave her an unparalleled sense of excitement.

"Alright, now it's time for the planting stage. This time, I've chosen Devil's Ivy. It's an
evergreen plant that feeds on decaying flesh and blood, secreting a sensual fragrance even more intoxicating than ambergris
. It's absolutely the perfect choice for entertaining distinguished guests and indulging together in the living room.
"

The Mad Doctor said, inserting a 30-centimeter-long, chopstick-thick, grayish-green vine along
the small opening made from the rose's navel into the rose's uterus.

"Planting it is easy; it only needs a small amount of nutrients. Furthermore, you can
guide its root growth with ultraviolet light, allowing it to coil within the uterus and travel through specific blood vessels, forming
a truly perfect work of art. This also satisfies the desire to create your own unique patterns and
tastes later on. This is the experience of the elite. Everyone should have their own private customization,
not be like those trashy people who only compete with everyone else for those generic imitations." "

As the Mad Doctor spoke, he used nutrients to accelerate its growth and guided it with his hand. He also
pulled Rose's left hand over to cover the small hole drilled in her navel. Soon, the devilish ivy
wrapped around Rose's left hand a few times and continued to grow. Under the Mad Doctor's guidance
, the very tip reached Rose's outstretched right hand, truly forming a bouquet shape. Then, a few
drops of specially made biotin were dripped on, and small white, pale pink, and goose-yellow flowers bloomed
, creating an elegant embellishment. A subtle, slightly aphrodisiac fragrance permeated the air. Anyone who
didn't know this plant would probably not believe that this intoxicating, ambiguous fragrance
was the devilish ivy absorbing rotten flesh and blood, emitting a decadent, hellish scent."

"The transformation is now complete, but there's still a final touch. Everyone must remember, this is placed
in your living room or study, and I think you certainly don't want it to reveal any secrets. A potted plant should
just be a potted plant, so we'll do the final work on her ears and eyes."

Dr. Mad said, piercing Rose's eardrums and inserting cochlear implants, so she could only hear
what her owner wanted her to hear. At the same time, he gouged out Rose's eyes, which seemed to hold a mixture of resentment, fear, and a
strange, burning intensity.

After searching through the cabinets for a while, Dr. Mad finally found two special recorders.

He embedded these jewel-like "graphics" into Rose's eyes, and then, with a sense of ecstasy
, he drew the curtains for the test. The room plunged into darkness for a moment, and then Rose's eyes emitted a soft glow
. Within the halo, stars swirled, and countless fairies and angels danced and sang. Against this backdrop,
Rose, now a potted angel, and the devilish ivy formed an unusually perfect harmony.

"Get in here, all of you!"

the Mad Doctor roared. Several ragged, ordinary-looking female
slaves, their eyes lifeless and dull, entered.

"A bunch of lowly beasts, but you can make do for now."

The Mad Doctor kicked one of the women, who immediately climbed on top of him, his large penis
thrusting into her cunt without any foreplay.

"Ah..."

A shrill cry rang out again. Compared to Rose's voice, this woman's voice was filled with unbearable
pain and tearing, utterly devoid of charm. However, the Mad Doctor continued
to thrust his large penis rapidly on top of her. The other women cowered, wanting to leave but not daring to,
and were ultimately forced to join this lewd play.

"This is my art. Do you all see how beautiful my angel is? Even
fucking these cheapest bastards with her gives me a stronger sense of pleasure and conquest."

While venting his lust, the Mad Doctor did not forget to continue boasting about his cruel achievement
.

After a long, long time, the mad doctor released his essence with satisfaction. The three
cheap women he had taken in from the slums, their bodies covered in various wounds and abnormal contortions, were already dead
.

The curtains were drawn back, and sunlight once again streamed into the world. A potted plant made of roses, under mechanical control,
perhaps coincidentally turned its face towards the sunlight. Thin streams of water flowed along the pipes into the rose
's intestines, then, under pressure, flowed upstream, carrying with it the
semen the mad doctor had previously ejaculated into her stomach, forming a small stream that shot into the sky and scattered like raindrops
onto the ivy vines shaped like a bouquet in her hand, exuding an unusual elegance and brightness.
Yet, it turned her back, branded with the cruel fallen angel pattern, directly towards the lewdness in the room, displaying
the deepest desires and sins of the world and humanity.

Perhaps the mad doctor wasn't wrong; the holiness of angels is merely
a disguise used by nobles to conceal their ugly faces. Just like now, the rose that conceals all the debauchery and cruelty in the room,
sculpted like a real angel, has twelve holy wings inscribed with the words "benevolence" and "compassion."

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