Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 03 Pt. 01

Authority figures couldn't stand up to Zara. And neither could the best of men.

Pushing at people and testing their limits, this soon manifested itself with her breaking up couples, seeing how far she could push men and turn them against both their own best interests and their wives in order to please her. And it was in this realm where she had an extensive history.

Like the time she crashed a wedding reception, and by the time the night was done, she was riding the groom's cock in the honeymoon suite, and she made the wife suck his big dick fresh out of her ass. The bride didn't get a drop of her new husband's cum that night, but Zara did, getting filled up with the stuff. Zara never saw either of them again, leaving their marriage in flames, dead on arrival. And to this day, the groom still reaches out to her online, desperate for another roll in the hay. He'd spend the rest of his life chasing the excitement that Zara brought him.

There was the time she was working at this bar and she got a completely sober married man to admit in front of his wife that he wanted to see her tits, and she whispered to him that if he would only get the chance to see them if he took his wife's drink and spilled it all over her. A few minutes later, as the wife was angrily cleaning her wet top in the bathroom, her husband was in a dark corner sucking on Zara's nipples.

Or, when Zara hooked up with this married dude in his car, and she convinced the hunk to still give his wife the bouquet of flowers he bought for her anniversary, even after her ass smashed it. Even though the entire bunch was soaked with her sex-sweat. The wife would put those flowers on display, not knowing what they really signified about the state of their marriage.

Then there was that night where she was at a party with a lot of her followers, and some of them convinced her to attend this seminar nearby the next night where this man, who had devoted himself fully to the concept of marriage and fidelity, was espousing the sanctity of such things to a large adoring crowd. Zara indeed attended the seminar, even asking a question, proposing in front of a huge crowd to a guy who'd never cheated on his wife: "How about we go to my hotel room and you can cum on my tits?" Obviously taken aback by such a question, he sputtered a reply as his wife rubbed his shoulders comfortingly, doing this as security asked Zara to leave. But she didn't exactly leave that night, waiting for him to finish his seminar so she could make the same offer again. And later that night, on that famous 'wife-guy's' social media, a picture was posted of him completely naked, his big cock having just coated Zara's tits with a massive wad of cum. And in the background, his loyal wife was on her knees, sobbing. His little empire ended that day, revealed not as a beacon of fidelity but just another man.

She started talking about all the crazy shit she could get men to do for her online, and how she gained her following. She was so fucking sexy that this small following soon became a pretty big deal, enough to where she could live off of her social media presence. To prove her point, she gained sponsorship from companies just to peddle their wares. She barely had to lift a finger to make money, and she'd bilked enough money from men over the years that it wasn't a huge issue for her anyway.

It was inevitable that certain bad actors would want to weaponize this skill of hers. Certain shadowy organizations paid her a lot of money to act as a honey pot to get access and info on powerful people, and she proved to be ruthlessly effective at it, so effective that not only was she getting intel on her targets, but her handlers as well, bending even the strongest, most trained men to her will. She did this not for any great reason... just for fun. Just to see if she could do it. And she could. She always could. No man could stand up to her.

Her message took on a harsher tone to her followers, inspiring others to do what she did, and her following only kept growing. There were huge public gatherings, parties, with Zara acting as an inspiration to a bevy of ambitious sluts like her. They were starting to talk about things that really were beginning to make the establishment nervous. And when she started slipping in little bits about some of the work she'd gotten up to, those same people realized something needed to be done. Someone so public couldn't be merely erased, so they opted to smear her, making untrue accusations, doing anything they could to silence her. Hence... the psychiatric hold.

But to Charles's keen eye, it wasn't entirely without merit. She was a classic narcissist, for sure. Definite signs of sociopathy, as she held most people with very little regard, and spoke of some with a casual dismissal and cruelty that he could see how some could be fearful of her. And she had a talent for manipulation. From what he heard in regard to her treatment, she'd been able to assert control over the doctors treating her at every facility she'd been at. He heard this both from people at these facilities, and from Zara herself, the young woman proudly boasting about her misadventures.

At one hospital, she was able to convince the famous, acclaimed doctor in charge to dump his wife just for the privilege of seeing her bare breasts. At another, she convinced the doctor to get on his knees and suck on her toes. At an additional hospital, she convinced the female doctor in charge to bend over her lap so Zara could spank her.

Charles felt like he was holding out far better than those poor souls who fell under her sway. His diagnosis was clear enough to maintain her psych hold, and he noted all his findings in her patient file. He labeled her as a narcissist. A sociopath. A danger to others. She has huge tits. She had no shame about people being left hurt in her wake. She's sexy. Her bad behavior was only getting worse the longer it remained unchecked. She has an ass that won't quit. She's dangerously manipulative. Her stiff nipples always stand out through her gown. She has knowledge of potentially dangerous secrets. Her asshole probably tasted divine. She has no regret about the damages she'd caused. Her boobs are just so fucking big!

Perhaps it was overconfidence in his own abilities and willpower that prevented Charles from seeing how much Zara was getting to him. At least at first. He granted her a series of small allowances... this was standard procedure to get certain challenging patients to open up. Zara wasn't exactly shy about talking though, so this didn't seem entirely necessary, but Charles convinced himself it would be best. At first, these things were no big deal. For her comfort, he allowed her to sit across from him without restraints, which granted her the ability to primp and prod in subtle ways without being too upfront about it. She would pull her gown tightly against herself to really highlight her curvaceous body. She had found a way to add a slit to her neckline, providing a glimpse at her succulent cleavage to the married doctor. But that was okay. She wasn't getting to him.

In order to ensure she kept talking, he had to respond in kind, talking about his personal life, his marriage, his wife. Nothing bad or incriminating, but perhaps stuff you don't want someone like Zara knowing. But Charles was in charge, so he didn't see any potential danger.

Then, he started seeing visions of her. Seeing her in public when she wasn't there. He began dreaming about her, dreams that were very, VERY sexual, imagining himself as the very lucky man in all her crazy stories. Zara had even joked that his wife should be the one in a psych hospital and not her, given Wanda's agoraphobia. And while he obviously bristled at such a statement at the time, he kept imagining Zara in his wife's place, in his nice house, in his big house, being his doting wife, fucking his brains out in their marital bed.

He kept granting more small allowances. Seeing that she was working it even in her thin hospital gown, he provided her some nice outfits to wear. It was all stuff she picked out, as he let her use his phone to pick out what she wanted in just her size, and he even used his credit card to make these purchases. For as high profile of a patient as she was, this seemed justifiable. It was quite defensible to allow Zara to wear thin, tight, figure-hugging clothing that allowed her huge tits to practically spill out of them. She also had a few pair of tight pants that hugged her mouthwatering legs and her delectable ass. He also got her a few slim, tiny skirts to give her some outfit options. She even picked out some sexy underwear sets, as these outfits just wouldn't work without them. Even though you couldn't see them, part of what made these outfits work was knowing that she was wearing a sexy, neon pink bra and a tiny thong underneath. She made sure to take selfies of her wearing each one of these outfits on his phone to let him know his money wasn't being wasted, including a selfie of her standing only in that sexy pink bra and thong underwear set. Somehow, on accident, that sexy selfie ended up as the wallpaper on his phone, replacing a picture of one of his wife's paintings, and he couldn't figure out how to change it out.

He told himself this was all part of the treatment plan, but it felt like the more they talked, it wasn't her that was being affected. In fact, she hadn't really changed her tune in the slightest. It was Charles who found his opinions shifting. It was the doctor who found his view of his patient evolving.

The more he talked to her, the more he listened to her, he had more trouble finding a way to deny her logic in her history of bad behavior. And she knew it, pushing at him until he admitted she was right. That she was completely justified in her actions, and that she'd really done nothing wrong. Her brilliant grin of joy at hearing this coming from him only encouraged him to do it more. As did the fact that she would show a little more of her cleavage the happier he made her. Soon, he was having trouble denying anything she said, any suggestion she made sounding good to him. It might seem insane to agree with her idea that he really should sneak her out of the hospital and replace her in the Psych ward with his wife, but it made a twisted sense. Zara was so right about so many things... why was he in charge of her? Why was he making the decisions for her when she was so... convincing? How could he possibly tell her she was wrong about anything when her tits were just so big? Why was he the one considered superior to her when he wanted nothing more to get on his knees for her...

By the time she was bent over the table, and he was on his knees behind her eating her ass, tonguing her tasty asshole, it didn't feel like a final downfall. The battle had felt long lost, and he was simply admitting the obvious, raising the white flag, rimming Zara's butthole as she squirmed in pleasure.

It wasn't too big of a shock that he was soon championing Zara's release from the hospital. Dr. White had been following his work with Zara from the start, as she had full access to the videos of their sessions, as well as his complete notes and dictations. He didn't know his boss had this sort of access, specifically every dirty detail of his thought process as he slowly fell under Zara's spell. Frankly, Dr. White understood this case better than he did.

As Dr. Axelrod advocated for her freedom to his superiors in one of St. Lilith's big meeting rooms, this proved to be the only time that Zara and Dr. White were ever in the same room. Zara was dressed to impress in a brand-new outfit, one a little more formal but to her personal taste, her outfit tight and revealing even in a setting where she was supposed to be acting her best. And in a way, she was, as Charles had a problem pulling his eyes from her prodigious bust even as he advocated for her release. But as soon as Zara entered in the room, her eyes went straight to Dr. White, sitting across from her on the opposite side of the room. And in return, Dr. White stared right back at her. Like two sharks in the water, it was as if Zara recognized the other predator right away. Dr. White didn't back down, neither of the women hearing much of the case Charles was making. Their stare-down only ended when he finished speaking.

Zara had to advocate for herself, putting on a show as she spoke, explaining that she'd learned so much about herself, and that she needed to grow up a little bit, but it all sounded half-hearted. However, when she started talking about Dr. Axelrod, and saying that having him as a presence in her life might be a great thing, that she'd been subconsciously seeking out a man of such stature and competence for a long time, and that she may have just found him... to Dr. White, this sounded genuine. Like she'd found something real with Charles, that he was a cut above a lot of the men she'd chewed up and spit out in the past.

Perhaps this course of treatment truly was for the best.

That was all Dr. White needed to hear. She put on a grin and affirmed Zara's release; her mind made up before Zara entered the room. As they were leaving, Dr. White held out her hand to Zara, and the other woman took it, clasping it politely. But behind their eyes, was a mutual recognition of the other.

And what a coincidence it was that a few weeks later, Dr. Axelrod's wife was brought into St. Lilith's, having what Charles classified as a complete mental break. She was babbling, telling wild stories, claiming she had witnessed her husband fucking some evil, vicious, crazy woman in their bed. She didn't recall a lot of specifics, as it felt like she'd been drugged into a wobbly haze, her memory blurry and faded. She claimed she saw her husband fucking a hot, raven-haired woman with massive tits and a perfect ass, and she'd been forced to watch them in action for days, even forced into the action, her face pressed into the woman's ass by the evil bitch, and later her face was hammered by the woman's massive bouncing titties.

Charles brought her in, as did Zara, a woman who conspicuously matched this exact description. Charles obviously denied his wife's claims, explaining that he'd invited Zara to live with them while she recovered, and that her presence (and her body) caused a mental break in Wanda, causing her to see things. At this weak claim, Dr. White stared Dr. Axelrod down, communicating everything in this silence. That she knew exactly what had happened between the two. Charles thought he had leverage over Dr. White by being suspicious about her handling of the Dr. Schulhause case, among others, but in this moment, he didn't have a leg to stand on, and she wanted him to know she knew it.

And he never raised a peep from that point on, becoming a loyal soldier on Dr. White's team.

With the full backing of Dr. Axelrod, Dr. White, and St. Lilith's, they were able to maintain Zara's freedom. Charles took most of the pressure for this call, leaving Dr. White out of the crossfire, making him the nuisance for these very powerful people who were displeased with this outcome. But he assured them that she was being kept under constant watch, evidenced by the fact that she was staying with him. And to add to that, he admitted that she was pregnant, raising eyebrows from everyone except Dr. White.

Dr. White did her best to keep tabs on Zara through Dr. Axelrod. It sounded like she had no intention of keeping her head low even given this new lease on life.

It sounded like she wanted to get into public office.

As for Wanda, Charles's discarded wife, she'd been left under watch in St. Lilith's ever since. Compared to some of the other patients, she was a breeze, keeping her head down and staying quiet, not venturing much beyond her room. At Dr. White's behest, she was provided painting supplies so she could continue having this creative outlet. In lieu of people-watching strangers, she did so with her fellow patients, painting really well-done portraits of them. But mostly, she chased for clarity of what she saw in that drugged-out haze she'd been put in (by Zara, most likely) which led to her husband putting her here and choosing the other woman over her. She wanted to paint what she saw, to sift through the fog and find answers. She painted what she remembered... the gorgeous, busty, black-haired bitch fucking the living daylights out of her husband. Detailed paintings of that woman's perfect ass, her huge tits... her slutty cunt.

Dr. White slipped some of these to Charles and Zara. Seemed like they had them hung up in their house.

As Dr. White and Dr. Rosen watched Wanda quietly painting to herself, Julia going over the events that had occurred in the time since Dr. White's last visit. When this was all done, they moved on to one final patient, a patient that Dr. Rosen realized Dr. White might not be aware of.

"Oh, this is an interesting one," Dr. Rosen began. "Edwin Ortega. He's 29 years old. Was recommended to us by downtown," she said, referring to the main hospital downtown. "His story is, he was seduced away from his wife by this new woman who showed up at his church. He tried to deny her but... well, you know how the story goes. He gave into her, and... it broke his brain."

"What do you mean?" Dr. White asked, eyeing the man in his cell. Handsome, with slightly wild hair and a short but unkempt beard, he had a slightly crazed look in his eye as he used a pen to furiously scribble onto a paper.

"Apparently, from the moment he had sex with this other woman, he began having... visions," Dr. Rosen said. Dr. White grinned.

"The power of good pussy, right?" Dr. White joked. Dr. Rosen laughed along with her. Dr. White returned to doctor mode, asking questions. "Are these constant visions or are they spurred by a specific stimulus?"

"It happens when he's turned on," Dr. Rosen explained. "So, in order to study him further, we thought it best to spur these visions by putting in this state medically, using a specific cocktail of drugs to keep him insanely turned on. Luckily, he's as interested in exploring these visions as we are, so he keeps himself there for as long as he can stand, resisting the urge to relieve that tension. And that comes tough for him, because for him being turned on affects how he views everything around him. Not only does he get visions, but as a whole separate thing, when he looks around him between visions, everything becomes... SEX. Everything. He sees sex wherever he looks. For example, when he's in this state and we're talking, he's said that he looks at me and sees me in a VERY tiny bikini. And I... I confess I've actually worn a really slutty bikini for him once or twice, just to really get him losing his grip on reality." Both women grinned at this.

"What kind of visions does he have? Ones of a religious type?" Dr. White asked, intrigued.

"Not exactly," the other doctor continued. "He's had visions of what he interprets as an alternate universe. One where there's a great war. And in these visions, he transposes the people around him into this war. But as I said before, he's as interested in knowing every detail of these visions as we are. All he needs is a pen and paper to keep him busy, and he just writes and writes and writes. He has an insane amount of detail about these visions, and I confess... it's pretty interesting stuff. You could publish it, or make a video game or something. But the most interesting part of it is what I mentioned before, that he transposes the people around him into this alternate universe. He says he sees their true nature exposed in this other world. For example, the woman who seduced him... he sees her as a sorceress queen in this other world. An older woman he worked for, someone he always thought highly of... he had a vision of her as brutal, warlike conqueror, stamping out the people around her. And a week later, it came out that she'd seduced the husband of one of his best friends. Another time, he ran into his cousin, and he saw her as a fire goddess looking to burn the world around her. He later found out she'd stolen her own sister's husband for herself. So... he's perceiving things at a level he doesn't fully understand, and his mind translates this into these visions."