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

"Your mind keeps conjuring these wicked scenarios involving your wonderful mother, Gina, and your loyal husband, Matt. Sometimes, they involve me, or Nurse Addison, even..." Dr. White said, gesturing to the smiling nurse behind her.

"No! I swear you two were involved! I saw it! When they were here, I saw it!" Jenny cried out, sounding insane. "You both walked in there like all was normal, and pulled off your clothes, and sucked Matt's dick, and fucked him too! You all did! I saw it! And you!" Jenny spoke at the nurse behind her. "You sucked my mom's tits and rimmed her ass when you were done with Matt! You fucking slut! You both are!" Dr. White looked away from the blonde, annoyed, before glancing up at the nurse standing behind Jenny, sharing a smile between them. This was all true, of course... when Gina and Matt had last visited, a few months after their initial performance in front of Jenny, Dr. White and Addison had indeed joined them in the fun. But Jenny couldn't believe that. Even though she'd seen every dirty detail, it was on them to convince her it was all fiction. All the conjuring's of a broken mind.

"You know... there have been times where you almost had me convinced you'd made some real progress," Dr. White replied, showing a little annoyance. "Instead, you've been pretending... wasting my time, suckering us all in as if you had finally turned a corner. And in doing so, you disrespect the time and honor of myself, of Nurse Addison, of your mom, and your husband, all people who have been nothing but supportive of your progress. When you are ready to apologize to all of us, to confront your issues fully... then we can see about getting you out of here. But until the day where you can watch one of these videos and truly, genuinely tell me that you don't see your mom and husband having nasty, filthy, amazing sex with each other, then we can talk. When you can finally admit that this entire story is merely a nightmare and not reality... only then can you begin to make some real progress. Until then, I don't think we have more to discuss here..." Dr. White said with finality, cutting the appointment short and standing up.

"You bitch! You fucking bitch! I know what you did! You're against me! You're all against me! One fucking day I'll make you pay!" Jenny screamed out, shaking violently in her seat, trying to break her restraints.

Dr. White was genuinely annoyed. After previous appointments, she had started to let herself believe that Jenny was further along than this. She allowed herself to get excited about the next steps she would take in aiding Jenny's further downfall. And she'd been led to believe this was the case by her doctors here. Perhaps it was Dr. White's superior skill, or the fact that she knew Jenny better than any of them, or that Jenny couldn't keep up the act when faced down with one of the people responsible for her current state, but within moments, Dr. White saw through her. Jenny's façade cracked almost immediately, rather obviously to her, but perhaps not as much to those lacking the level of skill she had. Opting to take out her annoyance on Jenny, she spoke up.

"Let's leave Jenny in here for a little bit with one of these movies..." Dr. White began vindictively. "Put on the one that reminded her of this apparent encounter that we were both involved in... the one that made her cry..."

"Yes, doctor," Addison replied, grinning. Dr. White turned on her heel and marched out of the room, where she was met by the doctor who handled Jenny's care, Dr. Julia Rosen. She was about nine years older than Dr. White, and quite stunning. A brunette with hair down to her shoulders, a winning smile, sharp eyes, and a relentless demeanor, she was a great doctor, certain ethical lapses in her past notwithstanding. And she was very voluptuous as well, with a great ass that she worked hard for, a nice tan, and a pair of fantastic double F-cups. She dressed well, taking advantage of Dr. White's relaxed guidelines to wear a slightly shorter skirt than you'd typically encounter from a woman of her stature, ending just above her knees, and a snug black blouse under her white doctor's coat that exposed a fair amount of smooth cleavage.

Like most at St. Lilith's, she was hand-picked by the doctor. And for that, plus many other reasons, she felt quite deferential towards her younger supervisor.

"I apologize about that," Dr. Rosen stated, walking alongside her boss.

"She's a tricky one," Dr. White replied coolly. "She's been committed for years. You would think someone as fragile-minded as her would have crumbled years ago, but... the fire keeps burning. What happened to her... she is clinging onto it like her life depends on it. I've had so many others break like that!" she said, snapping her fingers. "But she's holding on..." Perhaps it was just because she was trying to truly demolish Jenny's psyche in a way she hadn't tried with other women, or maybe it was just that Jenny's mind was uncommonly stubborn... She still hadn't been shattered completely. This was disappointing.

"But still. I know how busy you are. I shouldn't have wasted your time..." Dr. Rosen stated, apologetically. Dr. White stopped and turned to face her.

"It's good for me to get out here," Dr. White began, trying to ease the other doctor's nerves. "I don't get out here and check on patients as often as I should." Dr. Rosen nodded and smiled lightly. But not to let her off too easy, Dr. White continued. "But next time, you'd better be sure. I want some good progress on Jenny, even if it means more intense work on her."

"I understand," Dr. Rosen replied, feeling properly chastised, relieved that Dr. White wasn't madder. She didn't know how many other doctors would be willing to give her a second chance. "Believe me, Jen... I am totally on board with your work. You know that. We will break her down, just as you want." Dr. White smiled and nodded.

"Take me through some of the others," Dr. White said, resuming walking down the hall. The windowed corridor gave them views to plenty of other psych patients under their care. Despite her mild annoyance at how the Jenny situation played out, she was always excited for this part. It was like a history lesson, a journey into her past, walking past some of the women she'd left broken in her wake, and others who'd she'd gotten assigned to her personal care.

Dr. Rosen proved her mettle, going through the patients one-by-one, knowing every detail about each of them. With most, there was little news to report, but there were some highlights.

"This is one of our newest patients... her name is Mandy," Dr. Rosen stated, as they settled in front of one of the rooms. The patient's personal rooms were decently sized but sparse, with only a bed, a sink and toilet. Some of the patients were in good enough state to have a table and chair, and enough good behavior earned a fair number of books or personal affects. The walls were padded for their safety, and the floors were as well. The locked door had a big window to allow the doctors and nurses to look through and examine the patients. Normally, at this point of the day, most of the patients were free to be in common areas, but on a day like this with Dr. White visiting, it was easier to keep them in their rooms till the doctor was finished. Dr. White looked into the cell, only to wince at the sight of the woman within.

"To sum it up quickly, Mandy's ex-husband cheated on her on their wedding day with her boss, and in the aftermath, it set off a severe case of body dysmorphia..." Dr. Rosen explained.

"I can see that," Dr. White said, her nose upturned in barely contained disgust. Mandy might have been pretty once... in an understated way. But to be perfectly honest, that was no longer the case. The redhead in the cell looked pretty rough, and it was hard to see the real person there.

"It started with her getting breast implants," Dr. Rosen stated, eyes flicking down to the immense, oversized bolt-ons jutting out against her shirt. "But instead of paying a little extra for quality like you should, she made her choice based on affordability. Plus, the surgeon had an immaculate pair of fake tits, so that was apparently enough for her to make her choice..." Dr. White had seen some artistically perfect massive fake tits, and these weren't it. They looked too big, and not in a good way. These were boulders strapped to her chest, barely moving, lacking the essential softness that a perfect pair of tits required. "At this point, she tried to win back her husband, but both he and her former boss practically laughed in her face. She took that response as her needing to do more. So, then she got butt implants..." Dr. White got a glimpse of this as Mandy walked within her room, the sight causing the stacked doctor to shake her head again. Her body was not built for a shapely butt, so with implants, her butt was left looking quite strange, as if having stuffed two lumpy pillows there. It just looked wrong. "But at that point, it still wasn't enough for her. She'd opened the door, and now she had the bug for getting work done. She got a tummy tuck, botox, lip fillers, the works. And that left her like... this..." Dr. Rosen said, gesturing to the woman in the cell, shaking her head.

Mandy's face showed clear signs of the work that was done to it. The best type of work was the type you can't even notice, but on her, you saw every telltale sign of the work that had been done to her. Her lips looked a little too big, and they had gained that trademark sneer you saw with women who'd had their lips done. The rest of her face looked pulled a little too tight, as most of it seemed paralyzed as she spoke. Any signs of wholesome beauty had been erased, leaving her as a symbol of what not to do when getting work down.

"Additionally, all this work seems to have affected her mental state," Dr. Rosen added. Dr. White observed the patient stumbling ever so slightly. It was hard to gauge with all the work done on her face, but there was definitely a lack of light behind her eyes. "We also suspect some drug use as well, in order to ease the pain." Dr. White nodded, suspecting it before hearing it.

"She confronted her ex and her former boss again, and they barely recognized her," Dr. Rosen said. "Not only looks wise, but with behavior, as she seemed mentally off. But they took enough pity to call the authorities, and that's how she got on our radar. We brought her here, cause we thought you'd be intrigued by it. We wanted to ask how you wanted to proceed. Maybe you want to talk to her a bit to get to the bottom of her dysmorphia, about why she wants to completely change her body, and possibly try to lessen the damage and bring her back to the person she was. Or..." she paused, sharing a look with the doctor. "Or perhaps you might find it a fruitful area of study to simply observe her during her downfall, observe her as she erases any sign of the woman she used to be, and possibly even encourage it along..." Dr. White smirked at this suggestion, enough for Dr. Rosen to know that this was the optimal direction to go. In her head, she started developing a treatment plan.

When she started out, Dr. White was very idealistic, extending her heart towards all her patients. But she was so busy and had so many people under her care that she couldn't stretch herself that thin. She didn't have the capacity to be empathetic towards every single one of them. That it made it a simpler to prescribe some harsher treatment plans for some of the further gone patients. It was easier to push forward into true scientific progress by just not letting yourself care about the subjects of the study.

Moving past a few other patients, she reached one that Dr. Rosen knew Dr. White would want to dig in on.

"And, of course, Lizzy's threatening to dunk her own face in the toilet," Dr. Rosen announced as they stopped in front of Lizzy Logan's cell. Both women smiled as they caught her pacing near the toilet, working up the nerve to finally do it. They shared a knowing glance as they both rolled their eyes at the absurdity playing out in front of them.

"I should just do it! Just fucking do it, you fucking loser!" Lizzy urged angrily to herself, walking back and forth, eyes never leaving the toilet. At the moment, she was ready to try anything, even a twisted self-baptism. Anything to not be a loser anymore, to finally be a newer, better person. But she didn't realize that the mere act of doing this would all but ensure she'd never be anything but the loser she was. Winners don't dunk their own face in a toilet. Winners don't end up where Lizzy did.

"She was really showing some improvement at the beginning of the year. I really thought she was on her way to becoming a functioning person again." Dr. Rosen remarked. "But ever since then, she's really bottomed out. On the loser scale, she's in the negative numbers. She's an absolute dork. A dud. A trainwreck. A complete failure. A total wiener. I've noted this all in her file, of course. Even the other patients here dog on her at this point. One wonders what spurred this all on..." she said before glancing at her superior. At this, Dr. White couldn't suppress her laugh. Dr. White knew EXACTLY what had spurred her newest downfall.

Ah Lizzy Logan... her case was certainly on the Mount Rushmore of cases in Dr. White's career, and arguably the most important one to her current success. And it all started with this poor woman entering her office, seeking the doctor's help to overcome the fact that she'd been a bully target for most of her life, culminating in her younger years with her first love being stolen from her by her hot, busty bully. She feared history would repeat itself, as her boss at her workplace was an even worse bully than the one from high school, and just as sexy. She was haunted by the idea that if her boss, Stacy, were to ever meet her husband, that it would end the same way as it did back in high school. And thanks to Dr. White, it had. She engineered events in such a way so that not only would Stacey and the husband, Ryan, meet for the first time, Stacy would be primed to poach him from his wife. And Stacy had done just that, stealing Ryan from Lizzy in quite brutal, public fashion, where Lizzy was the last in the office to know. And once Lizzy did put the clues together... it ended up going quite poorly, ending with her getting her face dunked into a toilet by her boss in much the same way her high school bully had done to her. And that was the last moment Lizzy could truly claim to be a regular, functioning member of society, so fully becoming consumed by her loser-y instincts that she could never truly be the person she once was. This moment was the first step over the edge of the cliff that was her downfall that led her to this point, trying to convince herself to get on her knees and dunk her own face in a toilet while whining about how much of a loser she really was.

She lost her husband, her job, even her apartment, no longer able to afford it on her own. Plus, living there only made her think of Ryan and all the memories they'd shared there, so it only made the sting of her lost love burn even more. What finally cemented the need to leave was a video sent to her by Stacy, sent for the sole purpose of tormenting her. Footage showing Stacy and Ryan fucking in Lizzy's apartment, in Lizzy's bed, the one she used to share with Ryan. The video showed them having voracious sex in the bed Lizzy now slept in alone, going at it with no regard for Lizzy's feelings. Even Ryan wasn't holding back, savoring the sinfulness of this act as much as Stacy did, the evil bitch wearing a smug smile as her sex-sweat soaked the sheets of Lizzy's bed. Stacy followed this video with a text.

"We were in the area and we just needed to get naked and FUCK so badly! Hope you don't that we used your place. Haha!"

The beleaguered former wife received all this while waiting for a job interview, a job she badly needed. Yet, that didn't stop her from running out five minutes before the interview, running home, hoping to confront them, to reach out to her lost husband Ryan and make him see reason. But by the time she got home, it was too late. They were long gone, leaving behind the mess they made. Bedsheets a mess, soaked with their combined juices. Streaks of his cum were evident right where Lizzy lied, and her pillow was moist with Stacy's girl-cum. She wouldn't be able to sleep in this bed again without smelling the illicit couple who'd occupied it mere hours prior. Other rooms weren't spared either. The countertops had streaks of sweat. Furniture was askew. Even some of her food was eaten. It was like a party had typhooned through her apartment, leaving chaos and destruction in its wake. She would never be able to come back here without remembering this moment.

It was remarkable how much worse her life had gotten in the wake of Ryan leaving her for Stacy. She had to move to the outskirts of the city, to a far less nice apartment, working a retail job to keep her busy and pay the bills. She had been so humiliated that she felt like less of a woman, and she didn't bother to even try to date for the longest time for fear of being humiliated again. She dressed down, and took little care of herself. People didn't look twice at her, not engaging with someone who seemed to be such a mess. She'd lost almost everything.

But she still had Dr. White.

She needed to believe in someone, and Dr. White seemed to be the only one willing to be there for her, even if it meant she had to endure some tough love. With Dr. White's guidance, she came to realize that she needed to toughen up in order to rise back up to her previous station. They had agreed to an unorthodox plan which they called 'Bully Treatment', where Dr. White would embody the role of a bully and subject Lizzy to the same harsh treatment she'd received from her other bullies throughout her life. The idea was, if she was subjected to this treatment in a controlled setting among friends, it would give her the chance to get used to it and develop a thicker skin. Dr. White explained that she would fully inhabit this role going forwards until Lizzy toughened up. They agreed to this plan, with the expectation that it would only be for a short time till Lizzy was finally past it.

But years had passed, and Lizzy was in a worse state than ever.

Dr. White didn't shy away from occupying this role, and she did so with a vigor that surprised even Lizzy. The doctor immediately adopted that smug, queen bee attitude that her other bullies had in spades, talking down to Lizzy, slipping in little insults as she spoke. It quickly ramped up in severity, with Dr. White openly insulting her patient, calling her pathetic and ugly and flat-chested. And Dr. White wasn't afraid to cut deep, using what she knew to really make her insulting comments sting. When it got to be too much and Jenny collapsed into tears, Dr. White would comfort her. But even this seemed to be part of her attack, always making sure to rub her massive, superior boobs against her chest, their weight putting pressure on Lizzy's chest like a vice around her heart, reminding her of her own inferiority. She couldn't escape feeling bullied by her friend, and as time went on, it only ramped up.

Within a couple months, Dr. White joined the sacred sisterhood of women who'd dunked Lizzy's head into a toilet, having convinced her that it would help in the healing process. Dr. White was overjoyed that she'd actually gotten the poor woman to agree to let her do this, and she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth, doing the deed with great vigor, not holding back as she dunked Lizzy's loser face in the toilet. She followed Stacy's lead in doing it over and over again, calling her stupid, and ugly, and flat-chested as she did it, telling her she's a stupid piece of trash that deserved to be treated this way. Lizzy would beg for mercy after a few minutes of this, and only a little bit after this would Dr. White finally stop.