Rubymoon Private Asylum Pt. 04

The patient had been in the custody of Rubymoon for a little over four months. It had been some time since anyone had thought of it as "Dr. Smith".

A C note had played hours ago, indicating the patient should be still. It knelt in the center of the room, staring blankly, not daring to so much as scratch an itch lest it provoke the buzzer.

The patient was absolutely terrified of the buzzer.

Dr. Desdemona had signaled for the nurse-in-training to kneel waiting for her to collect it then she got distracted by other work and promptly forgot. When she remembered, a few hours later, she found the former Dr. Smith still patiently waiting for her.

She had to admit, this new musical conditioning system proving effective so far. Hopefully it would be worth the extra wait. Dr. Desdemona did find the idea of it very symbolically pleasing; she played the tune and the nurses danced to it.

Dr. Desdemona pressed a button on the remote in her hand, and a pretty little three note melody played from the room's speakers. Reacting to it the patient that had once been Dr. Smith climbed to its feet, spread its legs, and stood at attention.

Dr. Desdemona inspected the patient's body, paying special attention to the ass. She slapped it a few times and observed the result. The patient did not react.

The new nurse was coming along nicely. The highly potent feminizing hormones they had been feeding it over the past months had already worked their magic. The patient already looked completely androgynous and, in some places, decidedly female. his features had softened, his ass plumped, and nary a hair grew on his body below his eyelashes. Dr. Desdemona couldn't check his breast development under the latex straightjacket but the last time he had been cleaned the nurses reported significant development there as well.

They had gone as far along with his transformation as they could biochemically. It was time to finish the job with a surgeon's scalpel.

The patient stood perfectly still as Dr. Desdemona placed earbuds in each of its ears, then sealed the ear canal off with puddy. This would block out all sounds except the musical tones that would be played by the earbuds.

For the rest of his life he would hear nothing but music. How nice for him.

Dr. Desdemona switched her remote back from the room's speakers to the earbuds and sent the patient two notes indicating it should follow her. The patient immediately fell in line behind her without even forming the conscious thought to do so.

Dr. Desdemona led the patient through the corridors of Rubymoon's notorious fourth floor until they came upon the surgical practice of the demented Dr. Schadenfreude.

Forbidden to practice medicine in any civilized country, as well as any number of barbaric micro-nations, the only place amoral enough to give him the facilities to continue his work was Rubymoon. This made his as loyal as a creature like Dr. Schadenfreude was capable of being; his interests permanently intersected with those of Rubymoon.

Dr. Desdemona zonguldak escort pressed a few more buttons on her remote and the patient laid down on a nearby gurney. One of Dr. Schadenfreude's personal red-clad nurses ran over and immediately began restraining the patient.

Desdemona found Schadenfreude in the next room, looking over some x-rays.

"Doctor," said Dr. Desdemona.

"Doctor," replied Dr. Schadenfreude.

"I have a new one for you. Gets the new Nurse X standard package."

"Sure," said Schadenfreude, not looking up from his x-rays.

"The standard package," Desdemona emphasized. "Save your experiments for your own time. The X series takes a long time to condition I don't want you fucking this one up."

"I heard you," said Dr. Schadenfreude, finally turning to look at her. "Thy will be done. I have plenty of toys of my own to occupy my time. I don't need your precious X series nurse."

"Keep Dr. Bathory in the loop on the patient's progress as well," said Desdemona.

"Tell the nurse out front," said Schadenfreude. "I don't keep track of any of that."

Dr. Desdemona had had her fill of Dr. Schadenfreude by that time, and left him to his practice.

* * *

Later that day Dr. Schadenfreude finally got around to looking at the X series nurse. He looked down the list of requested modifications. Total amateur hour-a waste of genius such as his. Still, this was the price he had to pay in order to have a lab in which to work and fresh material with which to work with. Many great artists were forced to debase themselves with commissioned pieces.

The body had been drugged and stripped of all clothing and restraints. It was laid out on a table so Dr. Schadenfreude could properly begin his work.

He had his red nurse inject the patient with a paralyzing agent directly into the vocal chords, rendering them permanently useless. Such work was beneath a mind such as Dr. Schadenfreude.

While she took case of the busy work Dr. Schadenfreude used a large medical device to closely examine the patient's bone structure. The new body plan would require breaking and resetting effectively every bone in the patient's body several times. One small mistake in the planning process could cause an unsightly deformity that could ruin the entire project.

Once Schadenfreude was satisfied with the body map he had made he ordered his nurse to prep for surgery.

While he was under the knife Dr. Schadenfreude rearranged the patient's own natural fatty deposits to ensure he would be naturally thin in all the right places, and plump in all the right places. His ass and breasts received the bulk of the new tissue, and so they were the primary places the patient would ever gain weight in the future.

Dr. Schadenfreude removed a kidney (which he had carefully stored away; you could never have too many kidneys) and a small section of intestine to allow the patient to wear the otherwise impossible nurse X issue corset in the future.

While bursa escort he was in there he implanted a GPS device with a 50-year battery life. This would greatly improve the computer network's ability to track the new nurse throughout the asylum.

Finally it was time for the laborious and painstaking process of breaking and resetting bones. When the Doctor was finished he had been in surgery for more than 24 hours straight and as he had anticipated nearly every bone in the patient's body had been broken. Once he had healed up, however, the patient would now stand a foot shorter, have a completely feminized face (exactly identical to the face of every other nurse at Rubymoon so as to diminish the nurse's sense of identity), tiny hands and feet, longer legs, and widened hips.

The red nurse busied herself preparing the patient's full body cast. This included a visor unit over his eyes so that he could receive hypnotic conditioning while he recovered.

While she did that, Dr. Schadenfreude went over to inspect his other recovering patients before he retired for the night.

Patient 340 was a returning patient. Dr. Schadenfreude had already performed a complete feminization procedure on the patient, at the behest of his patron, in order for it to assume its new role as a personal sissy sex toy. As always Dr. Schadenfreude had done a first rate job with the feminization surgery.

Now the patient was back again. It had been informed by the patron that it was here for more feminization surgery, but in reality it was being replaced as a sexual plaything and demoted to maid. As the sissy was unlikely to be happy with this demotion the planned modification were intended to render moot any opposition it may have to its new status in life.

The patient's hands were completely bandaged over, owing to the fact that it's thumbs had been cleanly removed. When everything was healed there would be no evidence it had ever had thumbs.

This would let it still hold cleaning supplies as necessary but give it more trouble opening doors, using a cellphone, or engaging in other forbidden activities.

The perfectly sculpted, song-like girls voice Dr. Schadenfreude had given it was being silenced forever; her owner was not interested in a chatty maid.

Its penis, or what remained of it, was surgically shrunk and then pieced and placed inside the smallest sized chastity cage the asylum made. This was then permanently sealed with epoxy, so that the sissy's sexual energy would never be improperly directed away from serving its owner as a maid.

The patient was almost fully healed. Tomorrow it would be shipped off for a half year of Rubymoon's most intensive submissiveness hypnosis, plus extra sessions to render the sissy hopelessly aroused by cleaning and terrified of its owner so it would stay out of sight. A final bit of hypnotic programming would ensure the only place it ever felt safe was in its dog carrier.

Dr. Schadenfreude was just going to be happy malatya escort to get the bedspace back.

Patient 344 had undergone a classic surgery; an oldy but a goody. Her arms had been completely severed at the elbows and her legs at the knees. Her arms stumps had also been extended somewhat so they were closer in length to her leg stumps. Padded dog-like "paws" were surgically attached to the ends of the stumps. These mangled stumps weren't much to look at now, but once they were sealed up in the bitchsuit it would create a most pleasing illusion of dog's legs. He was sure her patron would be very happy with the result.

In addition to the work on her legs Dr. Schadenfreude had removed the patient's ability to speak intelligibly, a standard on most animal conversions. Artist that he was he was able to reshape her vocal chords so that, rather than merely being rendered silent, she would still be able to produce decidedly dog-like barks and whimpers. Human speech would naturally still be right out of the question.

Laser surgery on her eyes left her vision permanently cloudy. She would still be able to see well enough to get around but fine details, such as letters on a page, would elude her forever.

Finally a device was installed around her clitoris that would keep her constantly sexually stimulated but just shy of being able to orgasm. If it detected her approaching the edge it would administer a powerful shock to ensure she didn't go over, but it was designed to never let her even get that far.

If the stimulator detected her being called a good girl it would turn itself up for a few moments. Again not enough to push her over but a marked increase in pleasure. If she was called a bad girl, however, it would give her a sharp shock.

Her patron must have had this process done to a dozen girls at this point. Dr. Schadenfreude idly wondered what he was doing with them all. Oh well; not his business.

Patient 347 was, apparently, to be treated as an adult baby for the rest of its life. These were the only instructions Dr. Schadenfreude was given; he was otherwise told to "be creative". This was not usually considered a wise set of instructions to give the good doctor.

Obviously he surgically rendered the patient incontinent. He also loosened his vocal chords enough so that he couldn't produce intelligible words but, unlike an animal person, could sound like he was at least trying. He was only capable of something approaching baby babble.

The fingers on both hands were removed at the first joint, leaving him useless little stubs. His Achilles tendons were also cut, so that he would only be able to get around by crawling.

Careful and precise shaving of his ear-drums meant he would still be able to hear, but would sounds would be different. He would not be able to understand language well enough to follow a conversation.

The patient was apparently the ex-husband of the patron and had been captured on spec by Rubymoon. He would be waking up and learning of his situation for the very first time once the surgeries had healed.

Eventually his eyesight would to be reduced to the point where he could only really see colors and movement, but that would have to wait until his patron had a chance to show him what he had become.

Dr. Schadenfreude was going to make sure he was around to see that.