This is the story of a number of girls that get involved with evil men that are attracted to young, innocent and vulnerable girls. Under the cover of a hospital, the girls are set on by these older men; drugs, bondage and rape used to coerce the girls into providing the perverted pleasure that the men seek from their captives. No perversities are spared; pain only a means to the men’s pleasure.
It not only happens here at
Hell Hospital, but many other places around the world. This novel is not a story of the men, but of the helpless girls that were subjected to the rape and sexual torture inflicted on them and how they cope under these depraved conditions. The young girls are humiliated at being stripped naked and displayed obscenely, bound in the strictest positions and all of their orifices raped with the flesh of the men or their instruments of torture. Some fight their captors at every turn, but others find their bodies betraying them, forced orgasms just as humiliating as the acts they are forced to perform.
Will they survive this horrific situation or will they succumb to it? As hope turns to helplessness, is their survival conditioned on accepting the perverted acts and giving their captors all the pleasure they want from their young, tight bodies?
Doctor Michael, as he was called by the patients, stared out the window as the two of them walked up to the front door. He had been waiting, wanting to see them before they arrived. The mother, Brenda looked almost as young as her daughter Zoey. He looked at the folder. Thirty-two. That would make her fourteen when she had Zoey. It didn’t say anything in the folder, but he heard from the referring doctor that Zoey was a product of rape.
Her head hung down, her brown hair hiding her face, but Michael wasn’t interested in her face. For such a bashful girl, she had a body that men would stop and stare at when she walked by. His erection grew at the sight of her long, slim legs, even the long skirt couldn’t hide them and where they went beneath the skirt. She was wearing a thin sweater, two full, rounded breasts pushing out the front, pointed nipples unable to hide beneath the bra that encased them so dramatically. He saw her passing by, slim waist, full hips that swayed seductively and two undulating buttocks, the skirt clinging so suggestively. Mother must have dressed her this morning for he was sure that she never even fathomed the sexuality that her body emitted.
He began to question his decision regarding leaving Brenda alone. They were both coming to see him for help with Zoey’s problems, but after seeing Brenda, it might be beneficial to take both of them. At thirty-two, her body was ripe for the taking. She had the same problem as Zoey. Brenda’s husband deserted her two years ago, blaming herself; at the same time, Zoey felt it was her that drove him away. Neither woman had much self-esteem and were afraid of men, sexually. Zoey was supposed to still be a virgin, though he would have to examine her himself to confirm that fact.
Three or four months at Heil Hospital would do wonders for both of them and for Doctor Michael, his business partners and friends. A psychologist and a physician, Michael clinically treated his patients in a number of different ways. Brenda and Zoey would thrive under psychopharmacology. Michael has been researching the use of drugs to treat a number of psychological problems. With a creative mixture of numbing drugs and aphrodisiacs, he turned his unwilling patients into sexual slaves that would do anything for him and his friends. Humiliation and forced orgasms were an integral part of his therapy.
Heil Hospital was nestled in the foothills in relative privacy, away from the small town of Brookside. Doctor Michael had come to the hospital ten years ago this December, making friends with the influential ones that would help to further his cause. He wasn’t surprised when they would open up to him, as if he were their doctor, spilling out their deepest secrets and darkest perversion. Most of them were in their older years, young girls just a fond memory to them. Michael gave them hope and young girls.
Not only did Michael use psychopharmacology, but because of his friends—Judges, lawyers and police officers—Michael was also, supplied with young girls that had fewer options in life, sentenced to Heil Hospital for an undetermined length of time. Some came by fate, their life cascading into a collision course with the law. For these unfortunate girls, Michael had a therapy of stringent bondage and sexual abuse. The men that were sworn to defend them in the legal system were rewarded with their bodies, ropes leaving the girls unable to stop any indignities the men cared to inflict on them. Punishment was the standard regiment of therapy.
The last group provided the majority of the monies needed to run an institution such as Heil Hospital. This support came from the wealthy that could do anything they wanted, their money affording them indulgences that most would never even consider. These were the truly depraved that were always seeking out the most wanton and lustful acts. Michael made no judgment on the morality of these men; interested only in the money they provided to support the hospital. For this small group of perverted men, he provided rape victims. This was the most difficult to find the right subject. Most of the time, Michael had to select a girl for her characteristics and suitability to provide the right stimulus for their rapist. The girls tended to be the lower range in age, barely over eighteen being ideal. Innocence was an important factor, but that was always hard to judge ahead of time. Looks were the most important. Attractive, well-built girls, though Michael chose girls that were small for their age, men liking to overpower them, their bodies covering them as they took them. They had to have fight, the men not wanting a girl to just lay there and let them fuck her. They grew excited as the girl bucked beneath them, though Michael had used stimulants in the past to make sure the girls provided all the entertainment that his benefactors expected. Often, Michael had to employ his legal officials to trump up charges to get the girl confined to Heil Hospital, but the Sheriff, DA and Judge were more than willing to offer any support. After all, they would have a turn with the girl later on.
Anne, his secretary, announced their arrival. “Let them wait a few minutes.” He never wanted to seem too eager. He waited five minutes before Anne ushered in. “Brenda, it’s good to meet you.” He held her hand, her grip almost limp. He could teach her. Put a cock in her hand and let her excite it. He finally released it, turning his attention to the young girl next to her. His hand slipped under her chin, holding her head up until he could see her eyes. “Zoey,” holding her head up as her eyes searched aimlessly, seeing the frightened look in them. She would be easily controlled and manipulated, though he would still use drugs to make her more accommodating. She had beautiful brown eyes, though they had lost their sparkle. Her skin was soft and silky, men would love her when they shot their cum on her face. Though she wasn’t smiling, his cock ached from the sight of her mouth. Full lips that would bring so much pleasure when wrapped around a thick cock, fed into her mouth until she was forced to swallow gallons of cum as the men looked down at the sweet girl sucking their cocks. She didn’t say a word, Michael finally releasing her chin, her face instantly disappearing from sight as she sat down.
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Dr. Michael looked through the glass at the young girl that had been brought in two days ago. She was readied for one of the locals, Bill Slader, the president of the local real estate board, founder of the largest real estate office chain in the county and head of the local PTA. He was father of two teenage girls, both cheerleaders and honor students. He was the ideal father and husband. Yet, Dr. Michael knew a different side of Bill Slader. A side that Bill paid richly to indulge in with the privacy that only Heil Hospital could afford him. Bill walked into the small room that was on the other side of the one-way glass, Dr. Michael waiting for him. “Hello, Bill, I haven’t seen you in a couple of months now.”
Bill held out his hand to Dr. Michael. “Good to see you.” He shook hands with him as he did with hundreds of his friends. “I had to save up enough money to afford you, Dr. Michael.” His visits here were expensive but necessary and enjoyable. He looked through the glass at the young girl, not much older than one of his daughters. “She is a looker.”
“It’s what you expect and pay for, Bill. It always surprises me. Look at her.” Her name was Alice. She was caught hitchhiking through town, the sheriff taking a liking to her the moment he saw her. She was arrested, brought up before the judge within a day. Found guilty of vagrancy, petty theft and malicious conduct, she was sentenced to a year in the county jail. It didn’t take the judge much to persuade her that she would be better off at Heil Hospital. It would be better for her to submit to occasional sessions arranged by Dr. Michael and some of the well-heeled patrons than to spend a year at hard labor, her young body subject to being raped by the hard-core female prisoners or the more depraved guards that would commit unspeakable acts on her body.
She was nineteen, running away from home, an alcoholic mother and molesting boyfriends driving her away. She had medium-length blonde hair that hung down behind her. She wore a pink-striped shirt that ended at her waist and black shorts that clung to her girlish figure like a second skin with just enough naked skin in between to entice any man. She was cute, a small nose and a lovely mouth, though she wasn’t smiling now.
“Her wrists are tied to her upper calves, making her bend over so provocatively. Now, she could stoop down or squat, yet she remains in the same position she was bound in, ready to accept what will happen to her. Her ass is thrust out nicely, her legs together so coyly, her shorts pulled tight over her full buttocks, her legs straight and unbent. She may not be sure what will happen to her, but the table filled with paddles, slippers, riding crops and tawses leaves little to the imagination.”
“Don’t forget the gag that splits her lips apart so nicely. That is why I pay you so well, Dr. Michael. You bring me such delicious, submissive little girls for me to play with. This one is an exceptional beauty.” His cock was hard at the thought of what he would do to her today, having her for eight hours to indulge all of his desires.
“I wouldn’t waste your time, Bill. Enjoy your toy.” Dr. Michael left the room so Bill could indulge his fantasies in privacy, not caring to know what he did to the girls that Michael furnished him.
