Doc's Obedience Clinic

The Unusual

Jake started getting calls about his "service". As one would expect, there wasn't an old-fashioned love story among them. Most were rich men who were unhappy about how their wives or girlfriends treated them. Even in the midst of sameness, a few stood out.

Even his old friend Walter called back. Walter had bought a large ranch between Dallas and Houston. A couple of months after Jake finished with him, Jake got a call asking him to come to Walter's house.

Jake drove to the address given. It was a large ranch with a huge house in the center. Jake pulled up, parked, and headed for the door. The door opened before he got there, and he was run over by a young woman who was very angry. She didn't stop to apologize to him, just continued to a small sports car in the driveway. She sped off without looking back.

"The master will see you now." Jake turned around to find a butler standing in the doorway. "This way, please."

He was led to a large den with a wonderful view of fields rolling over the hills behind the house. Impressive view. Jake went to the open doorway and enjoyed the view.

"It's the view why I bought this place." Jake turned around to see Walter coming into the room. Cindy was behind him, and dressed in nice, casual clothing. "Thanks for coming. Cindy, say hello to the doctor."

Cindy bowed. "Nice to see you again, sir. Can I get you something to drink?"

"That would be nice, thank you." She left the room.

Walter sat down in what was obviously his favorite chair. Jake took another one and waited.

"I hope you didn't get run over by my stepdaughter as she ran away, again." Jake shook his head. "I have two new problems that I hope you can solve. First, Cindy has been outed by her daughter to our neighbors. I now must have her be able to entertain and socialize with the people around here. We hadn't put that in her programming, so I need you to add it."

"We can do that, a simple fix."

"My other problem is not so simple. My stepdaughter."

Jake could see she had a temper. "Her temper is like her mothers?"

"And how. She got thrown out of her fourth private school this week and came home to find her mother not really talking to anyone much, including her. I'm afraid she is going to be a problem."

"What do you want us to do about that?"

"Look, she has every advantage anyone could have. She is smart, beautiful and rich. If she tries even a little, with my connections and money, she can do whatever she wishes. But she is a party girl. She wrecked one car, had an abortion, drinks and parties every day. I need to find a way to get through to her. I don't want to use the same method as I did with her mom, but we need to try and do something to calm her down before she kills herself or someone else."

"You want me to program her how you believe she should act?"

"I wouldn't put it like that, but I guess you could put it that way."

"The first problem would be the control. We can't make you the control over her by fucking your stepdaughter."

"Please, we both know I can't do that. That is why I need you to find another method to control her after you have programmed her."

Cindy came in with the drinks. She handed one to each and sat down on a couch. She didn't move again. Walter pointed at Cindy. "See, we need to give her social skills."

Jake could see that. She doesn't have the mental agility to carry on a conversation with other people now. They could fix that.

"We'll fix that. Back to your other problem. What exactly do you want us to program into your stepdaughter."

"I need her to not like drinking and having loose sex with anyone. I want her to be more selective and concentrate on her future before she hurts herself. I do love the girl, but this is untenable."

"Ok, let me go home and see if Beth can work on something. I'll get back to you."

"That's all I can ask." Jake took some more blood from Walter to use to formulate the control. He headed home.

When he got home, he found Beth asleep on the couch. He woke her up and she began pawing at his pants. He unzipped and gave her what she needed. When she was finished, he told her what they needed to do. They went down to the lab, and she worked on it the rest of the day with only one more refueling needed.

Beth explained to Jake the method they would use to control the stepdaughter. They could make pills for her to take once a week that would do the same imprinting job as they are now. It wouldn't be nearly as much fun, but you can't be having his stepdaughter sucking his old dick every day. It makes for good porn, but bad parenting.

For the personality program, they used Ann's final version. She is now very good with people and has a sweet and gentle disposition. Beth wrote an addition for Cindy that included social skills. She would now be able to talk to anyone Walter told her to. She would be able to impress anyone with her wit and composure.

Jake called Walter and told him they needed some things from him. He told Walter he needed to bring the two women back to his lab because of the detailed work that needed to be done. Jake told Walter they had a solution, but they needed him to buy a small formulating company in Houston. When he asked why, Jake told him they had figured out a way to give her the medicine. They had compounded a pill that he could give her once a week that would do basically the same thing without sex. Walter immediately agreed and bought the company a week later. Jake took them the formula and had them make a couple of bottles of the pills. They called Walter to say they were ready.

Two days later they got the call. Jake made sure Beth's mind was sharp and ready. She would be good for at least six hours before her mind clouded up.

The same SUV they had seen before finally pulled up to his house. Jake opened the garage and Walter pulled inside. Jake saw Cindy sitting in the front seat, but didn't see the stepdaughter. When Walter came around to the back, he opened the trunk to show the stepdaughter lying inside. She was unconscious and covered with a blanket. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't' take any chances. All I had to do was doctor the alcohol in my house and wait for her to steal some. It happened this morning after breakfast. I found her on the floor of the den with a bottle in her hand. We're ready."

Jake picked up the girl and they headed downstairs. Jake was careful. Even though the girl was eighteen, she was still young to Jake.

Jake had convinced himself that they were doing the right thing for the girl in the long run. In the end, he knew it was about the money. He knew he'd drug anyone for enough money.

He laid her on the table. He was not going to remove her clothes. Not this time. Beth gave her the first shot. Then they waited. They now knew how long it would take for the nano-bots to reprogram her. After two hours, she opened her eyes but just lay there. Beth gave her the second shot. It took only a minute or so until she opened her eyes and looked at Walter and Jake.

"Hello, father. How are you today?"

Walter was shocked she called him father. He wasn't' her father but had been her guardian since she was twelve and considered her a daughter. "What the hell?"

"We added that. We thought it might keep everyone within their boundaries." Jake looked at Walter for several seconds before he looked away. Walter got the message, but he didn't need it. He just wanted this girl to take advantage of everything she could. He did admit to himself that he LIKED her calling him father.

"I am fine, Samantha, how are you feeling today?"

"I'm well. Where are we?"

"We're at a clinic. You had an alcohol reaction, and we had to rush you here. The doctors were able to help you, and I think you are going to be well from now on."

"Would you like a drink?"

She sat up and looked at all of them. She finally asked. "I don't drink, do I? I don't remember drinking."

At that moment, Jake had a crisis of conscience. Her admitting she didn't remember drinking made him realize he MAY have cured addiction. However, for him to publish his findings, questions would be asked that he couldn't answer. He realized he would have to decide if he was Marie Curie or J. D. Rockefeller. There would be no questions if he just did it for the money. As he looked at this young woman smiling back at him, he realized he was J.D. Rockefeller. He didn't want to go to jail, and he didn't want to have to justify the things he and Beth had done. He could always publish when he was dying. They'd get the information later.

Jake gave Walter the bottles of pills and nodded toward Samantha. "Samantha, the doctor says you will be fine, as long as you take one of these pills every Sunday. Can you remember that?" He handed her one of the pills. She held it in her hand and looked at Walter. She then shrugged and swallowed the pill. Walter smiled at her. "You're a wonderful daughter and I love you very much. Let's go find your mother."

He helped her off the table and everyone went upstairs to find Cindy sitting quietly in the living room. "Samantha, please sit here for a moment while your mother and I talk to the doctor. IS that okay with you?"

"Yes, father. I will sit here and wait for you to return."

They took Cindy downstairs and gave her the shot. She didn't need the second shot. Walter was already imprinted into her mind. It took her an hour to process the new information. When she finally opened her eyes, she smiled at Walter.

"How do you feel, my love?"

She smiled and reached out her hand to Walter. He picked her up and sat her down on her feet. He kissed her and hugged her.

"Walter, what's got into you? If you're not careful, you will give the doctors the wrong impression."

"My love, what makes you think it is the wrong impression?"

She laughed and slapped him gently on the arm. "Maybe we should go home and see."

She took Walter's arm and began pulling him up the stairs. He waved goodbye and the three of them went out the front door.

The Stud

The first call Jake got from giving Walter the cards was a very surprising one. He almost didn't answer the call. It was from a very wealthy, famous woman.

Mary Anne Vanderbilt never claimed to be one of THOSE Vanderbilts, but whether or not she was somehow related didn't really matter. She was a very successful actress well-known for her Broadway and movie roles over the years. She was older now and wasn't working much any longer. She had branched out into managing younger stars. Her name still meant something, and she had helped several actors to become stars. A young man had called to say Miss Vanderbilt wanted to talk to him. Jake told the young man that he talked to only the actual client. There would be no middlemen in these transactions. Jake hung up.

He got a call back immediately. "Dr. Baker, this is Mary Anne Vanderbilt. I understand you will only talk to me."

"That is correct, Miss. Vanderbilt. And, if I learn what we talk about is discussed with anyone else, I will terminate our agreement. Is that clear?"

Jake heard a little couching over the line, but she finally returned to the phone. "Okay. Dr. Baker, I accept your terms. When can we met?"

"The question is where, Miss Vanderbilt. Are you going to be in Dallas or Houston any time soon?"

He heard her laugh. "As so happens, I have a client working in a play in Houston as we speak. I can visit them, and no one would ever know if we meet."

"Excellent. When do you want to do this?"

"How about Sunday morning. I can visit my client at the theatre on Saturday night, and you can meet me at my hotel. Shall we say, 10 A.M.?"

"That will work for me. Have someone text me your hotel and I will call you from downstairs."

"I can do better. I will have a man in the lobby. He will have a carnation in his lapel. He will show you your card and you can follow him to me."

"Okay, see you at 10 Sunday."

Jake was in the lobby at 9:45. He had brought Dave to watch out for someone following him. If Jake got a text of "run" he would cancel the meeting and leave.

He walked up to a man with a carnation, and he showed Jake one of the cards he had given Walter. He led Jake upstairs to the room. When they entered, he recognized Vanderbilt from her movies.

"Thank you, Dr. Baker for meeting me under these circumstances. I'm afraid I am usually followed around by paparazzi." She sent her man away and they were alone. "I understand from Walter you can "correct" certain behaviors that might be a problem for someone like me?"

"He's being kind."

"Cut the bullshit. I've met Cindy. She was a first-class bitch, and now, she is Mary Poppins in country duds. I'm more of a results person, than a "how you did it" kind of a person. The million-dollar question, can you do that for someone in my life?"

"Of course I can is the million-dollar answer."

Vanderbilt laughed so hard; he was worried about her. When she settled down, she explained her problem.

"I used to be the belle of the ball. I had all the men I could ever want. However, as we all know, life moves on and doesn't give a shit what it does as it runs us over. I now have found a man I want to keep. He is a handsome stud, and I do mean STUD. He is 6'3", two hundred and twenty pounds of hard muscle. When he fucks me, it is like the old days."

"And you're afraid he will wander?"

"Please don't interrupt me, and no, I'm not worried about it because I know he is. I don't care about him fucking younger women, I expect it. I just need to keep it under wraps. After meeting Walter, I understood how I could have both worlds. I could control William and allow him to "wander" from me in my environment that I could control."

She could see Jake's expression. "I see your face. I don't expect him to be faithful to me. I don't want to be faithful to him. He can bring all the young hotties he wants to my mansion. He can call them whatever he wants to call them. As long as he fucks them with me there. I enjoy watching this stud fuck women, not just me, but any women he can seduce. Does that embarrass you, Dr. Baker?"

"Miss Vanderbilt, that ship sailed long ago. I've seen enough shit to not care what it is, as long as the money is right. I have found that morals only last until the price is high enough. I just don't pretend. Can we get down to details?"

"I want the man to be himself, but do as I tell him, and only what I tell him. Is that possible?"

"Sure, but this will be the first man I've tried it on. I will need him at my clinic so I can try several formulas until I find the one that works. As your say, I'm a results kind of guy. I don't care how you get him there, or what you tell him about staying with us, just get him there. You will have to give us a week to work out the formulas. Then have someone call us to tell us he is on his way. If he gets aggressive, and harms any of us, or damages any of my property, you will be responsible. I suggest, if he is as strong as you say he is, sedation would be the best solution. I will also need to have a blood sample from you if you want to be the control."

"Understood, Dr. Baker. Thank you for doing this."

He took his blood sample and got up to leave.

Jake just nodded as he left the room. On one hand, he was interested in trying to expand to males. If he could control males, it would open the other half of the population to him. On the other hand, if he fails, he will have a problem with the millionaire class that doesn't allow failure. Well, at least it is interesting.

By the end of the week, Beth had a formula that was much stronger than the others. She was confident it would hold. They would recommend they shorten the time between the pills to just four days, instead of once a week.

They got the call saying "Stud" would be there in the morning. A large truck arrived in the morning. A couple of men got out and went to the door. "Sir, we are here with Miss Vanderbilt's package. She told us we are to stay to protect you until you are certain he will be tamed. If you don't mind, that is."

"Give me a minute." He told Beth to put some clothes on and keep them on as long as these men were there. "Okay bring him in."

Jake could see the need for the precautions when they lowered the crate to the ground. Jake had no idea how he was going to get that crate to the basement. They pushed it to the front door on wheels. He showed the men where it had to go. They measured the stairwell and the box. Not going to work.

He took one of the men around to the back. He had an opening to the basement that used to be an old coal chute. The crate wouldn't fit, but he would. They brought him around to the back and opened the crate. He was HUGE. His hands were strapped together. Jake got the men some rope. They managed to lift him out of the crate and put the rope around his chest, under his arms. They pushed his feet into the chute and let his weight pull him into the basement lab. They went inside and pulled him into the lab. He was covered in coal dust, but he was there. The men managed to get him on the table, and they strapped him down three times. Beth hurried up and gave him the first injection. They waited. It took three hours for him to finally start blinking. As soon as he did that, she gave him the control injection. He had told Vanderbilt she would need to be there when he woke up. She promised to be there that morning.

Before he woke up, she arrived. She was dressed very plainly. Jake guessed this wasn't the first time she had gone incognito. He led her downstairs to find William on the table, unconscious.

They waited for him to wake up. When he finally opened his eyes, Vanderbilt was beside him to reassure him. "Honey, it's me, your little honeybee." (She shrugged at Jake and Beth.) "How do you feel?"

William shook his head and tried to move his hands. When he discovered they were tied, he became agitated. She tried to calm him. She kissed him and put her head down on his chest. "Don't worry, my love. It's going to be okay. You don't remember collapsing on the floor? The doctor here saved you. You will be okay now. Just relax and it will be okay."

She smiled at him, and he finally put his head back down on the table.

Jake called her over to the corner. "You will need to ask him to do something to see if he will. Something simple, like moving his leg."

She nodded. "William, honey, please move your right leg." He moved his leg without question. So far, so good. Jake told her to untie his hands. He would need to trust her. She did so. He looked down and moved his arms to stretch. She put her head down on his chest and he put his arm around her. Now was the time. If he wanted to, he could crush her. She was taking a chance. He just held her softly and closed his eyes. She was cooing, and speaking softly to him.

Jake called her over. "Now is the time to imprint his mind. I can still do it, because the nano-bots are still in him, but they will leave by tomorrow. You must be able to control him before then, you understand?"

She nodded and headed back to him. "Honey, can you stand up?"

He smiled at her and stood up. "That's wonderful, William. How about squatting?" He did as she asked.

Jake had one more thing he hoped would imprint his mind with her DNA for certain. "Miss Vanderbilt, I hate to ask this, but we will need to make a direct connection with your DNA into his system."

She looked at him, confused. She finally was making the connection. She shook her head.

"I'm sorry, this is the only way. I will take Beth and your men upstairs, and then you will be alone with him. I can leave your men here, if you think you need him. You must get wet enough to let him suck on your womanhood until he gets the necessary juices into his blood. The shot has put it into his system, but it will take time for it to circulate through his entire system. This would be a direct connection between you and him."