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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 forced sex 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 forced 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 ravaged 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?

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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.
“Have you spoken to Zoey?” He turned his attention to Brenda.
“Yes, I told her. She is resigned to the fact. She has almost become a recluse since graduating from high school. She has no friends and spends most of the time in her room. I think she is even worried about herself.”
“Zoey, can you go in the other office while I speak to your mother privately. Then I will see about getting you settled in at Heil Hospital. I will tend to you personally.” There was no recognition that she had heard him except for her standing up and walking out of the room, Michael’s eyes attracted to her firm ass as it swayed seductively out the room.
“I have been speaking with your doctor, and after a lengthy consultation, I think that you can, also, be served by a stay at Heil Hospital.” His eyes were drawn to her lovely crossed legs, a short skirt leaving lots of naked flesh.
“I couldn’t do that, I shouldn’t do that,” Brenda stammered. Her other doctor wasn’t helping Zoey, that is why he suggested that Zoey go to Doctor Michael and check into Heil Hospital. He never mentioned for Brenda to do the same. She couldn’t just check herself in. Or could she?
“I don’t think you have a choice, Brenda. I will give you two days, and then I want you back here at 9 A.M. We will have a room ready for you. You will be separated from Zoey until I feel that your treatment is progressing enough for you to communicate.” He wouldn’t let her make the decision; Brenda needed to be told what to do. She would learn that with her treatment. Many men would be telling her what to do.
She didn’t have a choice. It’s not that she had much of a life to leave behind for four months. Her job was a low-paying, menial job that barely paid the rent. Their apartment was a dump, and she was already a month behind in rent, moving out would not be an inconvenience. Doctor Michael never gave her a chance to say no. He told her what to do. It had been years since a man told her what to do. She knew all too well what happened when she refused. “Yes, Doctor Michael.” She got up and was surprised when Michael put his hand around her waist. It was a long time since she felt the firm grip of a man on her. Maybe this is exactly what she needed. Four months of no decisions or worries, just doing exactly as she was told. She almost felt good after she left, saying goodbye to Zoey as she walked out into the other office.
Zoey didn’t say anything to her mother, nodding as she kissed her cheek. His voice scared her, but she still didn’t look into his eyes when Doctor Michael came out of his office. She was afraid of men, and by not looking at them, she could avoid being frightened by them. Though the concept sounded good, in reality, it never worked. She never was interested in boys her age and older men scared her to death. She saw the way they looked at her. They were evil, lustful stares.
She had let her stepfather down. Her mother neglected him, and Zoey should have taken her place. She knew it was wrong, but maybe if her father had taken an interest in her, he might have not left them both without so much as a word. Men were always staring at her body. Her father could have learned to love her sexually just as he did her mother. Anything to keep him from deserting the both of them.
“Let’s go down the hall, Zoey. I have some health questions to ask you and then we can get on with your examination.”
Zoey finally looked up as he said the word examination. She hated doctors examining her. She had never been to a gynecologist, unable to afford any health care except for what the state had provided. She hoped that he was just talking about psychologically examining her. She looked at the doctor, about ten years old than her father, he had to be at least mid-forties, maybe older. He wasn’t ugly, but she didn’t consider him handsome, not even attractive to her. She just felt this strange attraction to him, as though she should do anything that he says and maybe he wouldn’t leave her as her father did.
She was sitting in front of his desk, her legs crossed nervously as he looked up at her, Zoey trying to hide from him. She had to speak to him once he started asking her questions. He started with general health questions, but he got to the more intimate and embarrassing questions.
“Are you a virgin?” He looked at her, hearing her meek voice beneath the hair that covered her head.
“No, yes,” her voice low.
“I didn’t hear you, Zoey. Speak up.” His voice boomed louder, more demanding.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she stammered nervously.
“It’s not a difficult question; either you are a virgin or not, Zoey.”
“I lost my hymen three years ago, but I have never been with a boy.” It was hard for her to get that out.
“Yes,” he wrote down. “Do you masturbate?” Again, she hesitated before answering.
“No.” She lied. She had a couple of years ago, but since that time, she hadn’t. She felt so bad that she forced her father to leave that she thought it would be shameful for her to have any pleasure.
“Have you ever taken a penis in your mouth?”
Her answer came quickly, adamant in her denial. “NO!”
What a waste. She had such a lovely mouth. It would be a delight to teach her the finer points of orally making a man climax in her mouth. “Anally?”
Louder and quicker this time. “NO!” She never even fathomed such a thing. Why would a boy want to do such a thing?
Zoey was getting more nervous by the minute. Not only from his questions, but she knew that he was going to examine her soon. She was afraid of that more than anything else. To have a man touch her or even to look at her half-naked. She didn’t know what to expect, but she wouldn’t like it no matter what.
Her lip was quivering as she answered. He got up from the chair, going to the glass cabinet and taking out the small needle, filling it from the small bottle. He walked over to Zoey. “Roll up your sleeve.”
She saw it, the light glinting off the sharp needle. “Wh-what is it?”
“It will calm you down. You look like you will jump out of your skin. It won’t hurt you in the least, and I think you will like the feeling.” He wasn’t surprised when she rolled up her sleeve, Michael pushing the needle into her skin and releasing the drugs into her system. It would take only minutes before it would take affect. Then it would be too late for her to protest anything he did to her.
“It’s time to go into the examination room.” The drug should have worked enough that she wouldn’t go running for the door as soon as she saw inside the room. He opened the door, the bright lights glaring off the clinically white walls. “On the couch first, Zoey.” He held her next to him as he led her over to the large, black leather couch.
She panicked when she saw the gleaming metal table. She had never been on one, but she knew what it was. It was for a gynecological exam. With the two gleaming metal wings on it, sure that they were intended to keep a woman spread open so the doctor could peer intimately in her. Even worse were the two black leather straps on the stirrups. Why would he have to tie my legs? She should have run for the door, but she could barely make her legs move. It must be the shot that he gave her. She felt her body lowered to the couch, though she wasn’t sure how. Hands seemed to be everywhere, but there was only Michael and her in the room. Her legs were stretched out on the couch, hands smothering her skirt down, but a shameful blush heating up her skin as a man touched her. Through it all, she felt a peace that she hadn’t felt for years, as though a tremendous burden had been lifted from her body. Had Doctor Michael cured me so miraculously?
Michael looked down at the lovely, young girl, ripe and waiting for him to take her, but it wouldn’t be tonight. Tonight she would be put on display for all to see. The men would eagerly wait their turn with this young virgin, but only after he had instructed her in the manner of pleasing an older man with her body. He leaned over, brushing the brown hair from her face, her eyes staring out into nowhere. He ran his hands over the smooth skin of her cheeks, one finger outlining her mouth, his fingers pushing in slightly through her lips, no attempt to stop him from entering her mouth. “Yes, Zoey. You are a very beautiful girl.”
His fingers were all over her face, even in her mouth, but she couldn’t stop him, didn’t want to stop him. He was the doctor, he knew what he was doing and her arms refused to move from the couch, a pleasurable sensation running through her body.
“I’m going to do a breast examination, Zoey. Lay very still.” His fingers went to work on her sweater, pulling it up over her stomach, his fingers straying over her naked flesh, seeing her suck in her stomach when he touched her. He pulled the sweater over her bra, pulling it over her head. He had to pull it out from behind her, Zoey not moving a muscle. The bra was lacey, low cut, Michael pleased that she was showing lots of cleavage.
She felt hot hands on her skin, her naked skin, feeling her sweater pulled over her head. He said something about her breasts, the words not connecting in her brain. Powerful and demanding hands slid over her side, pulling her up until she was sitting up, Zoey looking down to see that her sweater was gone and she was only in her bra. She slumped forward as she felt fingers fumbling on her back, Zoey suddenly finding her body lying back on the couch, this time the leather cold on her skin. How come my back was naked? A shiver ran through her body as she felt her bra slipping off. She looked down, seeing her bra pulled from her, her breasts naked, lifting up her hands to cover them when she saw Doctor Michael sit on the couch next to her. Her hands raised up a couple of inches then fell back down onto the couch.
“You’re well endowed, Zoey,” Michael complimenting her as his eyes feasted on her young, naked breasts. She had large brown areolas, but what got his attention more were her nipples. Without so much as touching them, they were already hard, sticking out half an inch, begging to be touched and teased to even greater erection. Michael had seen girls like this, sure that Zoey would have very erogenous nipples, almost able to get her off just by touching her nipples.
The soft, cool breeze blew across her naked breasts, feeling her nipples swell as though her fingers were plucking them to hardness. She saw Doctor Michael looking down at her naked breasts, humiliated as she lay on the couch half-naked, her body tense at what he would do next. She turned her head slowly to the door as it opened, another man walking in, older like Doctor Michael, his eyes feasting on her naked body. “No, please, make him go,” she pleaded.
“He is one of my colleagues. You’ll get used to them soon enough, Zoey, that you will hardly notice they are here when you are naked. Now put your arms over your head, like a good girl.”
She somehow found the strength to do it, though she wondered why she did. She felt her breasts straining as her arms went over her head, her back arching, thrusting her naked breasts for the two men to ogle. She looked over her shoulder, the new man older like Michael, staring down at her as she stretched out her half-naked body. She was too dazed, protesting feebly, the men ignoring her futile attempt. “AAAHHH,” she gasped when she felt powerful hands sliding up her side, teasing at the soft edges of her breasts when they stopped just short of her armpits. She held her breath, knowing what was next, but she was even surprised, eliciting a thrilled gasp from her voice by the touch.
Michael grabbed her breasts in his large hands, caressing first one, then the other naked tit, his powerful fingers curling into the firm flesh, leaving deep red marks where his fingers had squeezed her flesh into various shapes. He ignored her nipples, squeezing her breasts until they were forced into sharp cones, the blood pounding into her nipples until they grew red with pounding blood. She barely moved even though he was manhandling her breasts, Michael’s fingers kneading and pinching them, Zoey’s eyes closed as she suffered the indignities of being molested so openly.
She felt the blood pushed to the tips of her excited nipples, strong fingers digging into the flesh of her firm breasts. It wasn’t as though he was making love to her, more as if he were punishing her. This wasn’t anything like she would expect from a breast examination, but her body felt like it was floating, not even sure what was real or her imagination. It still embarrassed her to show herself like this, yet at the same time, she couldn’t stop the delicious pleasure that swelled in her nipples. She arched her back, hoping that he would touch them, wanting to feel his manly fingers on her nipples.
It was time to go to work on her nipples, feeling the hard pebbles pushed into the palms of his hands as he clenched her tits. He grasped both of her breasts, squeezing them together until both of her nipples were almost touching, the blood pounding in the tips. Later he would do the same thing, but his cock would be nestled between the pillows of her breasts and he would tit fuck her. He released them, allowing them to fall back onto her chest, his fingers slowly drawing circles around her areolas without touching them, seeing them swell in anticipation. His fingers moved closer, the brown flesh covered with goosebumps by the time his fingertips touched the edge of her swollen nipples. She gasped when his fingers trapped her sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it as her back arched up seductively, shoving her nipple into his pinching fingers as she moaned.
Zoey was humiliated at the way her body was reacting, her eyes clenched shut in shame, sure the two men were watching her as Doctor Michael openly fondled her nipples. She couldn’t believe the feelings that were racing through her breasts, his powerful fingers crushing her nipples, but it wasn’t pain that she felt but pleasure between her legs, squirming on the couch as her thighs clenched excitedly, wishing she could thrust a hand between her legs.
Michael began to pull on the stiff flesh, feeling them grow beneath his touch as he yanked on them. She arched her back obscenely as he pulled them out, the brown flesh of her nipples elongated until they were over an inch long, the young girl moaning softly beneath him.
She felt her stiff nipples stretching, but it wasn’t pain that drew her moans but pleasure as Doctor Michael stroked her semi-nude body. A warm glow began between her legs that she couldn’t quench. She felt one of her breasts released then fingers grabbed it again, this time colder and clammy, two of them. Another hand grabbed her other breast and squeezed it until it felt like her nipple would burst, then powerful fingers trapped the blood in the tip as it clamped just beneath her nipple. Four hands were working on her breasts and nipples, teasing them into hardened points then cruelly gripping them. She felt a shame running through her body, her eyes closed, biting her lower lip as the men molested her young body. She was confused, shamed, yet excited, her body betraying her.
They worked on her tits for five minutes until her nipples were swollen and red from abuse, but Zoey’s hips were moving from side to side, not pain driving her but pleasure. Zoey gasped when they deserted her breasts, Michael wetting his two fingertips and rubbing them over the turgid tips as she gasped in pleasure.
She felt the wetness on her nipples, the slightest breeze making them swell. She could only imagine one of them putting their mouth over her nipple and sucking it into the hot confines of his mouth as his tongue worked over the trapped tip. What are they turning me into? Doctor Michael was supposed to be examining her, but she only felt sexual excitement. Her mind was drugged and confused, and the men were taking advantage of her when her defenses were down. She felt the couch move, opening her eyes as Doctor Michael got up. She looked around, two men watching her now, a deep flush over her upper body as they stared at her naked breasts, an excruciating humiliation for a young virgin.
“Help her to the exam table,” Doctor Michael requested, the man more than eager enough to comply.
Hands were everywhere, pulling her up from the couch, hands around her naked waist as they ushered her over to the center of the room. The lights got brighter as she moved next to the gleaming metal examination table, feeling a hand stroking down her naked back, but not stopping, caressing her buttocks. Before she could protest, it was gone, shivering when another hand cradled one of her breasts, a finger rubbing across her naked nipple and then gone.
Doctor Michael stood in front of her. “Remove your panties, Zoey. You may leave your skirt on.” Both of the men gathered around the half-naked girl, wanting to witness her shame as she stripped for them.
At least she could keep her skirt on, but the grotesque exam table was next to her. It was more of a chair than a table; the metal would cradle her bottom and back, while the stirrups would spread her legs at obscene angles. Bright lights were poised up in front of the chair, illuminating every intimate detail of her body. She first had to shed her panties, her mind still confused. She bent over, pulling up the edge of her long skirt, feeling her pendulous breasts beneath her as she pulled the skirt up her naked legs. She refused to look at the men as she exposed her panties, quickly grabbing the waistband and yanking them down, her skirt falling down to cover her body from their prying eyes. She was led over to the chair, hands arranging her as she was thrust into the seat. She felt like she was falling when she leaned back, tilted so she was half sitting and half lying. The metal was cold on her skin, her nipples still hard and erect in spite of not being touched. She hoped the chair would warm up. The other men moved away, standing in front of the chair.
“Relax, Zoey,” he urged her, but he could see the blankness in her eyes, the drugs taking full control of her body. They molested her breasts and she barely whimpered a protest. His hands encircled one of her legs, pulling it up and placing it into the narrow tube of metal of the stirrup.
“No, don’t, I won’t move,” panic in Zoey’s voice when she saw Doctor Michael open up the black, leather strap.
“It’s for your own safety, Zoey. I don’t want you to jerk away and hurt yourself. Your hands will be free; it’s only your legs that will be bound.” Michael made quick work of the leather strap, pulling it tight over her lower calf, securing her to the first stirrup. He would secure her other leg before he put her into position.
She could only watch as he moved to the other side, lifting her leg and fitting it into the stirrup, the leather strap too tight around her calf, but she was afraid to protest too much. It wasn’t as bad as she thought. Her skirt was long and it covered her, and the stirrups only parted her legs slightly. She might survive the shame after all. Doctor Michael’s hands ran up her leg, slipping under her skirt, Zoey shutting her eyes as if she could somehow avoid this.
Michael bowed out her legs, fitting them into the stirrup. He moved to the other side, preparing her. He took the small remote in his hand and using the buttons, he began to spread her legs.
She opened her eyes suddenly when she felt it. Her legs were being parted, a gentle hum, and then the stirrups began to move out, both of them moving in opposite directions. “NNNNOOO!” She protested, though the drugs weakened her that he had given her, her futile protest doing little to stop the evil machine from continuing to spread her open. What if it didn’t stop? Could the machine split her up the middle? She felt her crotch begin to ache, forgetting that she was pantiless, feeling her pussy lips separating the more her legs spread. It continued to spread her legs, finally stopping, a sense of relief spreading over her body.
Michael pushed the other button, the back of the chair sloping down, the stirrups moving up, Zoey’s ass rising up. Her legs were spread over four feet wide. Her skirt covered her, but that wouldn’t last long.
The exam table moved again, Zoey panicking when she felt her legs rising up, the leather straps keeping her legs submissively pinned to the stirrups as her ass rose up. She could feel her buttocks parting. She never felt so spread as she was now. She looked over, another man walking in, this one younger, mid-twenties. He was carrying a plastic bag and began to pick up the trash. Was everyone going to see me like this? She hoped he would hurry and get his work done before Michael began to examine her.
Doctor Michael sat between her thighs, a chair pulled up for his convenience since he intended to spend a lot of time between her legs. He stroked her ankles, feeling her body relaxing as he moved up her legs, caressing the muscles of her calves, sliding higher, her skirt not in his way as he sought to uncover her. The other men were all huddled around, excited at the thought of seeing the virgin girl opened and inspected by him. He rubbed his hands along the inside of her knees, the skirt sliding above, seeing the mysterious darkness still hidden between her legs. It wouldn’t be long now, his cock straining his pants. He spent considerable time with her thighs, feeling the soft, sexy skin of her tender thighs, his fingers running over her muscles until he felt her muscles relax, lulled into a false sense of security. His fingers ran all the way to her crotch, stopping just short, pushing the skirt up over her belly, careful not to cover up her lovely, naked tits.
His hands were everywhere beneath her skirt, but the straps held her bound, the stirrups leaving her spread and defenseless. She felt uneasy, but even though he was pulling off her skirt, she found her body responding not to the humiliation of being laid bare before the men in front of her, but a creeping desire that his hands were building between her legs. She was getting hotter and hotter as his fingers explored her naked thighs and teased so close to the wide spread of her legs and her naked, virgin pussy. His fingers slid over her thighs, demanding, up the inside of her thighs until she felt it at the vee of her legs. She almost welcomed the cool air that blew over her mound when her skirt was pulled up and laid on her stomach. She saw all the men looking at her, but their eyes not on her eyes but staring lustfully between her legs. A rush of shame spread over her body, but she felt the unmistakable wetness between her legs at being so openly raped with their eyes. Even the young man had walked over, stopping to pick up the trash from the basket beside the doctor, filling his bag with it then peering openly between her legs. He smiled at her, winking knowingly at her shame. She braced herself for the first touch of Doctor Michael on her, but she gasped loudly when he touched her. She expected to feel the impersonal touch of cold, rubber gloves, but she only felt the warm flesh of his fingers on her most intimate body.
Michael’s hand trailed over her belly, before his fingers smoothed through the silken curls of her bush. His fingers moved lower to the soft, fleshy folds of her pussy, the spread of her legs leaving little to the imagination. Even a tight, virgin cunt couldn’t conceal the pink inner lips that were exposed, Michael aiming the light until he could see her moisture glistening back. His fingers glided up and down the soft edges of her slit, intimately inspecting every inch of her inner lips, feeling her juices begin to flow freely. The soft skin was slick and smooth, peeling her lips back until he could see the tight, virgin hole, barely opened even with the wide spread of her legs. His fingers explored the tight muscles of her pussy, running around the edge of it, testing her resistance with one finger.
Zoey had never felt anything as good as his fingers that played her body like a fine instrument. She no longer cared that she was naked or that men were staring intimately into the depths of her body. All she cared about was the digits that explored her pussy with such skill. She could feel one finger rotated around her virgin hole, teasing the muscles, Zoey expecting to be entered each time, disappointed when she wasn’t. It moved back up, between the hair-lined lips of her pussy, deftly parting her lips and sliding back up between her wet lips. She knew where it was going, gasping loudly when it found the tiny knob of her clitoris hidden from sight. His probing finger rubbed salaciously over her pleasure button until she could feel it grow under his expert touch, Zoey jerking in excitement as the pad of his finger circled the quivering, erect nub. It continued to grow under his fingering, growing tautly erect, the pleasure racing between her legs. She never expected to find such pleasure in visiting a doctor, but who else knew a woman’s body better than a doctor.
Michael rubbed her clit, watching it grow from a tiny knob to a throbbing, red organ as it swelled with blood. He teased his finger back and forth over it, Zoey groaning in ecstasy. His finger, moistened by her juices, slid down to her pussy, this time sliding through the tight muscles until he felt one finger clamped tightly by her muscles. She might not have a hymen but nothing except a finger had every entered this tight hole before. His finger slid into the elastic hole, the soft, warm channel enclosing his digit like a hot blanket as he began to rotate it in her virgin pussy.
She felt his finger in her, in her virgin pussy where no man had ever touched before. It explored her, pushing against her soft muscles, teasing and testing the tightness as if it were preparing her for something much bigger. “That feels good,” moaning softly, sure that this was not like any other physical exam. She felt her virgin pussy lubricating liberally on the impaling fingers as it loosened her up. His other finger continued to work on her clit, this time rubbing it harder, until it grew involuntarily from the obscene teasing. She writhed helplessly under his touch, feeling his finger inside her begin to work deeper.
His finger was in the moist, warm cavern of her virgin pussy, the walls of her pussy clinging tightly to his finger, teasing his finger deeper with each thrust, pushing hard against the soft, elastic walls as he opened her up. He could feel her juices coating his finger, wanting her completely wet when his tongue explored this virgin hole, wanting to drink from the pleasure of a virgin. He pulled his finger out then pushed two inside her, a soft moan from her lips.
“Too big,” she cried out, but the fingers moved deeper inside her, stretching her open. The fingers worked inside her, teasing and stretching her, a shudder running through her body as his fingers dug deeper into her pussy, fighting the tight, restrictive muscles until she felt his knuckles stretching the mouth of her pussy open, his fingers deep inside her, his fingernails scratching the soft, elastic walls. She felt relief when his fingers left her but behind it laid emptiness. She could still feel the pleasure they gave her when they were inside her.
Michael wet his lips, leaning over into her chair until his tongue licked up the soft skin of her thigh, running from the knee all the way up to her pussy, inhaling the sweet scent of a virgin in heat. His tongue stopped for only a second then moved up, his tongue gathering up her moisture as he ran over her outer lips until he came to the silky curls of her bush, pulling on the hairs with his teeth as he heard the sharp hiss of her breath. Eager to taste the young virgin, his fingers peeled apart her lips, slowly stretching them wide until he heard her tortured moan. His tongue danced along the edge of her lip, this time sucking up the juices from her inner pussy, his tongue dipping from the top of her slit all the way down to the virgin tightness of her pussy.
She couldn’t believe what he was doing to her, but she felt the unmistakable touch of his tongue between her legs and attack her pussy with a vengeance. The fingers had already tortured her virgin pussy until she was almost ready to surrender, but now, the tongue was doing things to her that she could never have fathomed. She felt his tongue seeking out the most intimate parts of her body, the warm, spiraling tongue rotating between her lips, licking up her slit and back down as her buttocks jerked involuntarily. She would have pressed her thighs around his head if the leather straps hadn’t left her bound and spread for this oral ravishment. “OOOOHHH,” unable to control the lust in her young body as the doctor performed on her body so miraculously. The tip of his tongue flicked up and down her slit, her body trembling as his fingers spread her open, squeezing the base of her clit until it stood out hard and erect. She groaned loudly in mounting excitement as his tongue moved to her clit and circled the trapped organ, stabbing at it as she quivered in virgin lust. “No, no, don’t,” she cried out, her body frozen when his lips curled around her swollen organ, sucking lewdly as he drew it into the hot depths of his mouth. His tongue went to work on it, the trapped organ licked maddeningly by the doctor, Zoey’s body surrendering to his expert mouth.
Zoey felt a set of hot, moist lips begin to suck on one of her nipples, still swollen, his mouth sucking it inside, stretching the brown flesh and rubbing the sensitive tip back and forth as the turgid nipple grew more erect. The man pushed against her face as he bent over her, his rigid cock rubbing on her cheek, thankful that at least his pants covered the throbbing organ as he masturbated on her face.
Michael pushed his tongue into her dripping-wet orifice, fighting the tight knot of her pussy muscles, rotating it as it fought to get inside her virgin hole. His tongue slithered inside her hungry flesh, flicking at the tight walls. He felt her body tighten up, a shriek of ecstasy from her lips as she came, a convulsive shudder running through her virgin body as he lewdly sucked on her virgin hole, flicking deep inside her with his tongue as her muscles convulsed around his slithering tongue. The walls of her elastic passage clenched and poured out her juices, his flicking tongue lapping up her virgin pleasure, refusing to let her stop cumming until he drained every last drop of pleasure from her body.
It hit her suddenly, not even sure what was happening until it was too late. She was humiliated that she was cumming on the doctor’s mouth and tongue, but nothing could stop the pleasure that his maddening tongue was dragging from her virgin body. It was her first orgasm with something inside her, never expecting it to be a tongue. She went from one plateau to another, the tongue refusing to let her stop. Even the mouth on her nipples sucked and bit them, driving more pleasure from her body as his throbbing cock rubbed all over her cheeks and nose. It took a long time before her body stopped quivering uncontrollably, her passion spent, her excitement finally retreating. She looked down in shame as the doctor stood up, licking his lips, her juices glowing on his face as he smiled evilly. All of them were standing over her, Zoey finally noticing the large bulges in their pants. The euphoria of her pleasure wore off, the tightness of the leather on her spread legs and the ache in her crotch returned as she felt her consciousness slowly slipping away. She didn’t even feel the hands as they released her legs from the chair; her body slumped in the chair as unconsciousness stole her away from them.


Excerpt..

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.

“Have you spoken to Zoey?” He turned his attention to Brenda.

“Yes, I told her. She is resigned to the fact. She has almost become a recluse since graduating from high school. She has no
friends and spends most of the time in her room. I think she is even worried about herself.”

“Zoey, can you go in the other office while I speak to your mother privately. Then I will see about getting you settled in at Heil
Hospital. I will tend to you personally.” There was no recognition that she had heard him except for her standing up and walking out of
the room, Michael’s eyes attracted to her firm ass as it swayed seductively out the room.

“I have been speaking with your doctor, and after a lengthy consultation, I think that you can, also, be served by a stay at Heil
Hospital.” His eyes were drawn to her lovely crossed legs, a short skirt leaving lots of naked flesh.

“I couldn’t do that, I shouldn’t do that,” Brenda stammered. Her other doctor wasn’t helping Zoey, that is why he suggested that Zoey
go to Doctor Michael and check into Heil Hospital. He never mentioned for Brenda to do the same. She couldn’t just check herself in. Or
could she?

“I don’t think you have a choice, Brenda. I will give you two days, and then I want you back here at 9 A.M. We will have a room
ready for you. You will be separated from Zoey until I feel that your treatment is progressing enough for you to communicate.” He wouldn’t
let her make the decision; Brenda needed to be told what to do. She would learn that with her treatment. Many men would be telling her
what to do.

She didn’t have a choice. It’s not that she had much of a life to leave behind for four months. Her job was a low-paying, menial job
that barely paid the rent. Their apartment was a dump, and she was already a month behind in rent, moving out would not be an
inconvenience. Doctor Michael never gave her a chance to say no. He told her what to do. It had been years since a man told her what to
do. She knew all too well what happened when she refused. “Yes, Doctor Michael.” She got up and was surprised when Michael put his hand
around her waist. It was a long time since she felt the firm grip of a man on her. Maybe this is exactly what she needed. Four months of
no decisions or worries, just doing exactly as she was told. She almost felt good after she left, saying goodbye to Zoey as she walked out
into the other office.

Zoey didn’t say anything to her mother, nodding as she kissed her cheek. His voice scared her, but she still didn’t look into his
eyes when Doctor Michael came out of his office. She was afraid of men, and by not looking at them, she could avoid being frightened by
them. Though the concept sounded good, in reality, it never worked. She never was interested in boys her age and older men scared her to
death. She saw the way they looked at her. They were evil, lustful stares.

She had let her stepfather down. Her mother neglected him, and Zoey should have taken her place. She knew it was wrong, but maybe if
her father had taken an interest in her, he might have not left them both without so much as a word. Men were always staring at her body.
Her father could have learned to love her sexually just as he did her mother. Anything to keep him from deserting the both of them.

“Let’s go down the hall, Zoey. I have some health questions to ask you and then we can get on with your examination.”

Zoey finally looked up as he said the word examination. She hated doctors examining her. She had never been to a gynecologist,
unable to afford any health care except for what the state had provided. She hoped that he was just talking about psychologically examining
her. She looked at the doctor, about ten years old than her father, he had to be at least mid-forties, maybe older. He wasn’t ugly, but
she didn’t consider him handsome, not even attractive to her. She just felt this strange attraction to him, as though she should do
anything that he says and maybe he wouldn’t leave her as her father did.

She was sitting in front of his desk, her legs crossed nervously as he looked up at her, Zoey trying to hide from him. She had to
speak to him once he started asking her questions. He started with general health questions, but he got to the more intimate and
embarrassing questions.

“Are you a virgin?” He looked at her, hearing her meek voice beneath the hair that covered her head.

“No, yes,” her voice low.

“I didn’t hear you, Zoey. Speak up.” His voice boomed louder, more demanding.

“I don’t know what you mean,” she stammered nervously.

“It’s not a difficult question; either you are a virgin or not, Zoey.”

“I lost my hymen three years ago, but I have never been with a boy.” It was hard for her to get that out.

“Yes,” he wrote down. “Do you masturbate?” Again, she hesitated before answering.

“No.” She lied. She had a couple of years ago, but since that time, she hadn’t. She felt so bad that she forced her father to leave
that she thought it would be shameful for her to have any pleasure.

“Have you ever taken a penis in your mouth?”

Her answer came quickly, adamant in her denial. “NO!”

What a waste. She had such a lovely mouth. It would be a delight to teach her the finer points of orally making a man climax in her
mouth. “Anally?”

Louder and quicker this time. “NO!” She never even fathomed such a thing. Why would a boy want to do such a thing?

Zoey was getting more nervous by the minute. Not only from his questions, but she knew that he was going to examine her soon. She
was afraid of that more than anything else. To have a man touch her or even to look at her half-naked. She didn’t know what to expect, but
she wouldn’t like it no matter what.

Her lip was quivering as she answered. He got up from the chair, going to the glass cabinet and taking out the small needle, filling
it from the small bottle. He walked over to Zoey. “Roll up your sleeve.”

She saw it, the light glinting off the sharp needle. “Wh-what is it?”

“It will calm you down. You look like you will jump out of your skin. It won’t hurt you in the least, and I think you will like the
feeling.” He wasn’t surprised when she rolled up her sleeve, Michael pushing the needle into her skin and releasing the drugs into her
system. It would take only minutes before it would take affect. Then it would be too late for her to protest anything he did to her. />
“It’s time to go into the examination room.” The drug should have worked enough that she wouldn’t go running for the door as soon as
she saw inside the room. He opened the door, the bright lights glaring off the clinically white walls. “On the couch first, Zoey.” He
held her next to him as he led her over to the large, black leather couch.

She panicked when she saw the gleaming metal table. She had never been on one, but she knew what it was. It was for a gynecological
exam. With the two gleaming metal wings on it, sure that they were intended to keep a woman spread open so the doctor could peer intimately
in her. Even worse were the two black leather straps on the stirrups. Why would he have to tie my legs? She should have run for the door,
but she could barely make her legs move. It must be the shot that he gave her. She felt her body lowered to the couch, though she wasn’t
sure how. Hands seemed to be everywhere, but there was only Michael and her in the room. Her legs were stretched out on the couch, hands
smothering her skirt down, but a shameful blush heating up her skin as a man touched her. Through it all, she felt a peace that she hadn’t
felt for years, as though a tremendous burden had been lifted from her body. Had Doctor Michael cured me so miraculously?

Michael looked down at the lovely, young girl, ripe and waiting for him to take her, but it wouldn’t be tonight. Tonight she would be
put on display for all to see. The men would eagerly wait their turn with this young virgin, but only after he had instructed her in the
manner of pleasing an older man with her body. He leaned over, brushing the brown hair from her face, her eyes staring out into nowhere.
He ran his hands over the smooth skin of her cheeks, one finger outlining her mouth, his fingers pushing in slightly through her lips, no
attempt to stop him from entering her mouth. “Yes, Zoey. You are a very beautiful girl.”

His fingers were all over her face, even in her mouth, but she couldn’t stop him, didn’t want to stop him. He was the doctor, he knew
what he was doing and her arms refused to move from the couch, a pleasurable sensation running through her body.

“I’m going to do a breast examination, Zoey. Lay very still.” His fingers went to work on her sweater, pulling it up over her
stomach, his fingers straying over her naked flesh, seeing her suck in her stomach when he touched her. He pulled the sweater over her bra,
pulling it over her head. He had to pull it out from behind her, Zoey not moving a muscle. The bra was lacey, low cut, Michael pleased
that she was showing lots of cleavage.

She felt hot hands on her skin, her naked skin, feeling her sweater pulled over her head. He said something about her breasts, the
words not connecting in her brain. Powerful and demanding hands slid over her side, pulling her up until she was sitting up, Zoey looking
down to see that her sweater was gone and she was only in her bra. She slumped forward as she felt fingers fumbling on her back, Zoey
suddenly finding her body lying back on the couch, this time the leather cold on her skin. How come my back was naked? A shiver ran
through her body as she felt her bra slipping off. She looked down, seeing her bra pulled from her, her breasts naked, lifting up her hands
to cover them when she saw Doctor Michael sit on the couch next to her. Her hands raised up a couple of inches then fell back down onto the
couch.

“You’re well endowed, Zoey,” Michael complimenting her as his eyes feasted on her young, naked breasts. She had large brown areolas,
but what got his attention more were her nipples. Without so much as touching them, they were already hard, sticking out half an inch,
begging to be touched and teased to even greater erection. Michael had seen girls like this, sure that Zoey would have very erogenous
nipples, almost able to get her off just by touching her nipples.

The soft, cool breeze blew across her naked breasts, feeling her nipples swell as though her fingers were plucking them to hardness.
She saw Doctor Michael looking down at her naked breasts, humiliated as she lay on the couch half-naked, her body tense at what he would do
next. She turned her head slowly to the door as it opened, another man walking in, older like Doctor Michael, his eyes feasting on her
naked body. “No, please, make him go,” she pleaded.

“He is one of my colleagues. You’ll get used to them soon enough, Zoey, that you will hardly notice they are here when you are naked.
Now put your arms over your head, like a good girl.”

She somehow found the strength to do it, though she wondered why she did. She felt her breasts straining as her arms went over her
head, her back arching, thrusting her naked breasts for the two men to ogle. She looked over her shoulder, the new man older like Michael,
staring down at her as she stretched out her half-naked body. She was too dazed, protesting feebly, the men ignoring her futile attempt.
“AAAHHH,” she gasped when she felt powerful hands sliding up her side, teasing at the soft edges of her breasts when they stopped just short
of her armpits. She held her breath, knowing what was next, but she was even surprised, eliciting a thrilled gasp from her voice by the
touch.

Michael grabbed her breasts in his large hands, caressing first one, then the other naked tit, his powerful fingers curling into the
firm flesh, leaving deep red marks where his fingers had squeezed her flesh into various shapes. He ignored her nipples, squeezing her
breasts until they were forced into sharp cones, the blood pounding into her nipples until they grew red with pounding blood. She barely
moved even though he was manhandling her breasts, Michael’s fingers kneading and pinching them, Zoey’s eyes closed as she suffered the
indignities of being molested so openly.

She felt the blood pushed to the tips of her excited nipples, strong fingers digging into the flesh of her firm breasts. It wasn’t as
though he was making love to her, more as if he were punishing her. This wasn’t anything like she would expect from a breast examination,
but her body felt like it was floating, not even sure what was real or her imagination. It still embarrassed her to show herself like this,
yet at the same time, she couldn’t stop the delicious pleasure that swelled in her nipples. She arched her back, hoping that he would touch
them, wanting to feel his manly fingers on her nipples.

It was time to go to work on her nipples, feeling the hard pebbles pushed into the palms of his hands as he clenched her tits. He
grasped both of her breasts, squeezing them together until both of her nipples were almost touching, the blood pounding in the tips. Later
he would do the same thing, but his cock would be nestled between the pillows of her breasts and he would tit fuck her. He released them,
allowing them to fall back onto her chest, his fingers slowly drawing circles around her areolas without touching them, seeing them swell in
anticipation. His fingers moved closer, the brown flesh covered with goosebumps by the time his fingertips touched the edge of her swollen
nipples. She gasped when his fingers trapped her sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it as her back arched up
seductively, shoving her nipple into his pinching fingers as she moaned.

Zoey was humiliated at the way her body was reacting, her eyes clenched shut in shame, sure the two men were watching her as Doctor
Michael openly fondled her nipples. She couldn’t believe the feelings that were racing through her breasts, his powerful fingers crushing
her nipples, but it wasn’t pain that she felt but pleasure between her legs, squirming on the couch as her thighs clenched excitedly,
wishing she could thrust a hand between her legs.

Michael began to pull on the stiff flesh, feeling them grow beneath his touch as he yanked on them. She arched her back obscenely as
he pulled them out, the brown flesh of her nipples elongated until they were over an inch long, the young girl moaning softly beneath
him.

She felt her stiff nipples stretching, but it wasn’t pain that drew her moans but pleasure as Doctor Michael stroked her semi-nude
body. A warm glow began between her legs that she couldn’t quench. She felt one of her breasts released then fingers grabbed it again,
this time colder and clammy, two of them. Another hand grabbed her other breast and squeezed it until it felt like her nipple would burst,
then powerful fingers trapped the blood in the tip as it clamped just beneath her nipple. Four hands were working on her breasts and
nipples, teasing them into hardened points then cruelly gripping them. She felt a shame running through her body, her eyes closed, biting
her lower lip as the men molested her young body. She was confused, shamed, yet excited, her body betraying her.

They worked on her tits for five minutes until her nipples were swollen and red from abuse, but Zoey’s hips were moving from side to
side, not pain driving her but pleasure. Zoey gasped when they deserted her breasts, Michael wetting his two fingertips and rubbing them
over the turgid tips as she gasped in pleasure.

She felt the wetness on her nipples, the slightest breeze making them swell. She could only imagine one of them putting their mouth
over her nipple and sucking it into the hot confines of his mouth as his tongue worked over the trapped tip. What are they turning me into?
Doctor Michael was supposed to be examining her, but she only felt sexual excitement. Her mind was drugged and confused, and the men were
taking advantage of her when her defenses were down. She felt the couch move, opening her eyes as Doctor Michael got up. She looked
around, two men watching her now, a deep flush over her upper body as they stared at her naked breasts, an excruciating humiliation for a
young virgin.

“Help her to the exam table,” Doctor Michael requested, the man more than eager enough to comply.

Hands were everywhere, pulling her up from the couch, hands around her naked waist as they ushered her over to the center of the room.
The lights got brighter as she moved next to the gleaming metal examination table, feeling a hand stroking down her naked back, but not
stopping, caressing her buttocks. Before she could protest, it was gone, shivering when another hand cradled one of her breasts, a finger
rubbing across her naked nipple and then gone.

Doctor Michael stood in front of her. “Remove your panties, Zoey. You may leave your skirt on.” Both of the men gathered around the
half-naked girl, wanting to witness her shame as she stripped for them.

At least she could keep her skirt on, but the grotesque exam table was next to her. It was more of a chair than a table; the metal
would cradle her bottom and back, while the stirrups would spread her legs at obscene angles. Bright lights were poised up in front of the
chair, illuminating every intimate detail of her body. She first had to shed her panties, her mind still confused. She bent over, pulling
up the edge of her long skirt, feeling her pendulous breasts beneath her as she pulled the skirt up her naked legs. She refused to look at
the men as she exposed her panties, quickly grabbing the waistband and yanking them down, her skirt falling down to cover her body from
their prying eyes. She was led over to the chair, hands arranging her as she was thrust into the seat. She felt like she was falling when
she leaned back, tilted so she was half sitting and half lying. The metal was cold on her skin, her nipples still hard and erect in spite
of not being touched. She hoped the chair would warm up. The other men moved away, standing in front of the chair.

“Relax, Zoey,” he urged her, but he could see the blankness in her eyes, the drugs taking full control of her body. They molested her
breasts and she barely whimpered a protest. His hands encircled one of her legs, pulling it up and placing it into the narrow tube of metal
of the stirrup.

“No, don’t, I won’t move,” panic in Zoey’s voice when she saw Doctor Michael open up the black, leather strap.

“It’s for your own safety, Zoey. I don’t want you to jerk away and hurt yourself. Your hands will be free; it’s only your legs that
will be bound.” Michael made quick work of the leather strap, pulling it tight over her lower calf, securing her to the first stirrup. He
would secure her other leg before he put her into position.

She could only watch as he moved to the other side, lifting her leg and fitting it into the stirrup, the leather strap too tight
around her calf, but she was afraid to protest too much. It wasn’t as bad as she thought. Her skirt was long and it covered her, and the
stirrups only parted her legs slightly. She might survive the shame after all. Doctor Michael’s hands ran up her leg, slipping under her
skirt, Zoey shutting her eyes as if she could somehow avoid this.

Michael bowed out her legs, fitting them into the stirrup. He moved to the other side, preparing her. He took the small remote in
his hand and using the buttons, he began to spread her legs.

She opened her eyes suddenly when she felt it. Her legs were being parted, a gentle hum, and then the stirrups began to move out,
both of them moving in opposite directions. “NNNNOOO!” She protested, though the drugs weakened her that he had given her, her futile
protest doing little to stop the evil machine from continuing to spread her open. What if it didn’t stop? Could the machine split her up
the middle? She felt her crotch begin to ache, forgetting that she was pantiless, feeling her pussy lips separating the more her legs
spread. It continued to spread her legs, finally stopping, a sense of relief spreading over her body.

Michael pushed the other button, the back of the chair sloping down, the stirrups moving up, Zoey’s ass rising up. Her legs were
spread over four feet wide. Her skirt covered her, but that wouldn’t last long.

The exam table moved again, Zoey panicking when she felt her legs rising up, the leather straps keeping her legs submissively pinned
to the stirrups as her ass rose up. She could feel her buttocks parting. She never felt so spread as she was now. She looked over, another
man walking in, this one younger, mid-twenties. He was carrying a plastic bag and began to pick up the trash. Was everyone going to see me
like this? She hoped he would hurry and get his work done before Michael began to examine her.

Doctor Michael sat between her thighs, a chair pulled up for his convenience since he intended to spend a lot of time between her
legs. He stroked her ankles, feeling her body relaxing as he moved up her legs, caressing the muscles of her calves, sliding higher, her
skirt not in his way as he sought to uncover her. The other men were all huddled around, excited at the thought of seeing the virgin girl
opened and inspected by him. He rubbed his hands along the inside of her knees, the skirt sliding above, seeing the mysterious darkness
still hidden between her legs. It wouldn’t be long now, his cock straining his pants. He spent considerable time with her thighs, feeling
the soft, sexy skin of her tender thighs, his fingers running over her muscles until he felt her muscles relax, lulled into a false sense of
security. His fingers ran all the way to her crotch, stopping just short, pushing the skirt up over her belly, careful not to cover up her
lovely, naked tits.

His hands were everywhere beneath her skirt, but the straps held her bound, the stirrups leaving her spread and defenseless. She felt
uneasy, but even though he was pulling off her skirt, she found her body responding not to the humiliation of being laid bare before the men
in front of her, but a creeping desire that his hands were building between her legs. She was getting hotter and hotter as his fingers
explored her naked thighs and teased so close to the wide spread of her legs and her naked, virgin pussy. His fingers slid over her thighs,
demanding, up the inside of her thighs until she felt it at the vee of her legs. She almost welcomed the cool air that blew over her mound
when her skirt was pulled up and laid on her stomach. She saw all the men looking at her, but their eyes not on her eyes but staring
lustfully between her legs. A rush of shame spread over her body, but she felt the unmistakable wetness between her legs at being so openly
raped with their eyes. Even the young man had walked over, stopping to pick up the trash from the basket beside the doctor, filling his bag
with it then peering openly between her legs. He smiled at her, winking knowingly at her shame. She braced herself for the first touch of
Doctor Michael on her, but she gasped loudly when he touched her. She expected to feel the impersonal touch of cold, rubber gloves, but she
only felt the warm flesh of his fingers on her most intimate body.

Michael’s hand trailed over her belly, before his fingers smoothed through the silken curls of her bush. His fingers moved lower to
the soft, fleshy folds of her pussy, the spread of her legs leaving little to the imagination. Even a tight, virgin cunt couldn’t conceal
the pink inner lips that were exposed, Michael aiming the light until he could see her moisture glistening back. His fingers glided up and
down the soft edges of her slit, intimately inspecting every inch of her inner lips, feeling her juices begin to flow freely. The soft skin
was slick and smooth, peeling her lips back until he could see the tight, virgin hole, barely opened even with the wide spread of her legs.
His fingers explored the tight muscles of her pussy, running around the edge of it, testing her resistance with one finger.

Zoey had never felt anything as good as his fingers that played her body like a fine instrument. She no longer cared that she was
naked or that men were staring intimately into the depths of her body. All she cared about was the digits that explored her pussy with such
skill. She could feel one finger rotated around her virgin hole, teasing the muscles, Zoey expecting to be entered each time, disappointed
when she wasn’t. It moved back up, between the hair-lined lips of her pussy, deftly parting her lips and sliding back up between her wet
lips. She knew where it was going, gasping loudly when it found the tiny knob of her clitoris hidden from sight. His probing finger rubbed
salaciously over her pleasure button until she could feel it grow under his expert touch, Zoey jerking in excitement as the pad of his
finger circled the quivering, erect nub. It continued to grow under his fingering, growing tautly erect, the pleasure racing between her
legs. She never expected to find such pleasure in visiting a doctor, but who else knew a woman’s body better than a doctor.

Michael rubbed her clit, watching it grow from a tiny knob to a throbbing, red organ as it swelled with blood. He teased his finger
back and forth over it, Zoey groaning in ecstasy. His finger, moistened by her juices, slid down to her pussy, this time sliding through
the tight muscles until he felt one finger clamped tightly by her muscles. She might not have a hymen but nothing except a finger had every
entered this tight hole before. His finger slid into the elastic hole, the soft, warm channel enclosing his digit like a hot blanket as he
began to rotate it in her virgin pussy.

She felt his finger in her, in her virgin pussy where no man had ever touched before. It explored her, pushing against her soft
muscles, teasing and testing the tightness as if it were preparing her for something much bigger. “That feels good,” moaning softly, sure
that this was not like any other physical exam. She felt her virgin pussy lubricating liberally on the impaling fingers as it loosened her
up. His other finger continued to work on her clit, this time rubbing it harder, until it grew involuntarily from the obscene teasing. She
writhed helplessly under his touch, feeling his finger inside her begin to work deeper.

His finger was in the moist, warm cavern of her virgin pussy, the walls of her pussy clinging tightly to his finger, teasing his
finger deeper with each thrust, pushing hard against the soft, elastic walls as he opened her up. He could feel her juices coating his
finger, wanting her completely wet when his tongue explored this virgin hole, wanting to drink from the pleasure of a virgin. He pulled his
finger out then pushed two inside her, a soft moan from her lips.

“Too big,” she cried out, but the fingers moved deeper inside her, stretching her open. The fingers worked inside her, teasing and
stretching her, a shudder running through her body as his fingers dug deeper into her pussy, fighting the tight, restrictive muscles until
she felt his knuckles stretching the mouth of her pussy open, his fingers deep inside her, his fingernails scratching the soft, elastic
walls. She felt relief when his fingers left her but behind it laid emptiness. She could still feel the pleasure they gave her when they
were inside her.

Michael wet his lips, leaning over into her chair until his tongue licked up the soft skin of her thigh, running from the knee all the
way up to her pussy, inhaling the sweet scent of a virgin in heat. His tongue stopped for only a second then moved up, his tongue gathering
up her moisture as he ran over her outer lips until he came to the silky curls of her bush, pulling on the hairs with his teeth as he heard
the sharp hiss of her breath. Eager to taste the young virgin, his fingers peeled apart her lips, slowly stretching them wide until he
heard her tortured moan. His tongue danced along the edge of her lip, this time sucking up the juices from her inner pussy, his tongue
dipping from the top of her slit all the way down to the virgin tightness of her pussy.

She couldn’t believe what he was doing to her, but she felt the unmistakable touch of his tongue between her legs and attack her pussy
with a vengeance. The fingers had already tortured her virgin pussy until she was almost ready to surrender, but now, the tongue was doing
things to her that she could never have fathomed. She felt his tongue seeking out the most intimate parts of her body, the warm, spiraling
tongue rotating between her lips, licking up her slit and back down as her buttocks jerked involuntarily. She would have pressed her thighs
around his head if the leather straps hadn’t left her bound and spread for this oral ravishment. “OOOOHHH,” unable to control the lust in
her young body as the doctor performed on her body so miraculously. The tip of his tongue flicked up and down her slit, her body trembling
as his fingers spread her open, squeezing the base of her clit until it stood out hard and erect. She groaned loudly in mounting excitement
as his tongue moved to her clit and circled the trapped organ, stabbing at it as she quivered in virgin lust. “No, no, don’t,” she cried
out, her body frozen when his lips curled around her swollen organ, sucking lewdly as he drew it into the hot depths of his mouth. His
tongue went to work on it, the trapped organ licked maddeningly by the doctor, Zoey’s body surrendering to his expert mouth.

Zoey felt a set of hot, moist lips begin to suck on one of her nipples, still swollen, his mouth sucking it inside, stretching the
brown flesh and rubbing the sensitive tip back and forth as the turgid nipple grew more erect. The man pushed against her face as he bent
over her, his rigid cock rubbing on her cheek, thankful that at least his pants covered the throbbing organ as he masturbated on her
face.

Michael pushed his tongue into her dripping-wet orifice, fighting the tight knot of her pussy muscles, rotating it as it fought to get
inside her virgin hole. His tongue slithered inside her hungry flesh, flicking at the tight walls. He felt her body tighten up, a shriek
of ecstasy from her lips as she came, a convulsive shudder running through her virgin body as he lewdly sucked on her virgin hole, flicking
deep inside her with his tongue as her muscles convulsed around his slithering tongue. The walls of her elastic passage clenched and poured
out her juices, his flicking tongue lapping up her virgin pleasure, refusing to let her stop cumming until he drained every last drop of
pleasure from her body.

It hit her suddenly, not even sure what was happening until it was too late. She was humiliated that she was cumming on the doctor’s
mouth and tongue, but nothing could stop the pleasure that his maddening tongue was dragging from her virgin body. It was her first orgasm
with something inside her, never expecting it to be a tongue. She went from one plateau to another, the tongue refusing to let her stop.
Even the mouth on her nipples sucked and bit them, driving more pleasure from her body as his throbbing cock rubbed all over her cheeks and
nose. It took a long time before her body stopped quivering uncontrollably, her passion spent, her excitement finally retreating. She
looked down in shame as the doctor stood up, licking his lips, her juices glowing on his face as he smiled evilly. All of them were
standing over her, Zoey finally noticing the large bulges in their pants. The euphoria of her pleasure wore off, the tightness of the
leather on her spread legs and the ache in her crotch returned as she felt her consciousness slowly slipping away. She didn’t even feel the
hands as they released her legs from the chair; her body slumped in the chair as unconsciousness stole her away from them.


Excerpt..

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.


“Have you spoken to Zoey?” He turned his attention to Brenda.


“Yes, I told her. She is resigned to the fact. She has almost become a recluse since graduating from high school. She has no

friends and spends most of the time in her room. I think she is even worried about herself.”


“Zoey, can you go in the other office while I speak to your mother privately. Then I will see about getting you settled in at Heil

Hospital. I will tend to you personally.” There was no recognition that she had heard him except for her standing up and walking out of

the room, Michael’s eyes attracted to her firm ass as it swayed seductively out the room.


“I have been speaking with your doctor, and after a lengthy consultation, I think that you can, also, be served by a stay at Heil

Hospital.” His eyes were drawn to her lovely crossed legs, a short skirt leaving lots of naked flesh.


“I couldn’t do that, I shouldn’t do that,” Brenda stammered. Her other doctor wasn’t helping Zoey, that is why he suggested that Zoey

go to Doctor Michael and check into Heil Hospital. He never mentioned for Brenda to do the same. She couldn’t just check herself in. Or

could she?


“I don’t think you have a choice, Brenda. I will give you two days, and then I want you back here at 9 A.M. We will have a room

ready for you. You will be separated from Zoey until I feel that your treatment is progressing enough for you to communicate.” He wouldn’t

let her make the decision; Brenda needed to be told what to do. She would learn that with her treatment. Many men would be telling her

what to do.


She didn’t have a choice. It’s not that she had much of a life to leave behind for four months. Her job was a low-paying, menial job

that barely paid the rent. Their apartment was a dump, and she was already a month behind in rent, moving out would not be an

inconvenience. Doctor Michael never gave her a chance to say no. He told her what to do. It had been years since a man told her what to

do. She knew all too well what happened when she refused. “Yes, Doctor Michael.” She got up and was surprised when Michael put his hand

around her waist. It was a long time since she felt the firm grip of a man on her. Maybe this is exactly what she needed. Four months of

no decisions or worries, just doing exactly as she was told. She almost felt good after she left, saying goodbye to Zoey as she walked out

into the other office.


Zoey didn’t say anything to her mother, nodding as she kissed her cheek. His voice scared her, but she still didn’t look into his

eyes when Doctor Michael came out of his office. She was afraid of men, and by not looking at them, she could avoid being frightened by

them. Though the concept sounded good, in reality, it never worked. She never was interested in boys her age and older men scared her to

death. She saw the way they looked at her. They were evil, lustful stares.


She had let her stepfather down. Her mother neglected him, and Zoey should have taken her place. She knew it was wrong, but maybe if

her father had taken an interest in her, he might have not left them both without so much as a word. Men were always staring at her body.

Her father could have learned to love her sexually just as he did her mother. Anything to keep him from deserting the both of them.


“Let’s go down the hall, Zoey. I have some health questions to ask you and then we can get on with your examination.”


Zoey finally looked up as he said the word examination. She hated doctors examining her. She had never been to a gynecologist,

unable to afford any health care except for what the state had provided. She hoped that he was just talking about psychologically examining

her. She looked at the doctor, about ten years old than her father, he had to be at least mid-forties, maybe older. He wasn’t ugly, but

she didn’t consider him handsome, not even attractive to her. She just felt this strange attraction to him, as though she should do

anything that he says and maybe he wouldn’t leave her as her father did.


She was sitting in front of his desk, her legs crossed nervously as he looked up at her, Zoey trying to hide from him. She had to

speak to him once he started asking her questions. He started with general health questions, but he got to the more intimate and

embarrassing questions.


“Are you a virgin?” He looked at her, hearing her meek voice beneath the hair that covered her head.


“No, yes,” her voice low.


“I didn’t hear you, Zoey. Speak up.” His voice boomed louder, more demanding.


“I don’t know what you mean,” she stammered nervously.


“It’s not a difficult question; either you are a virgin or not, Zoey.”


“I lost my hymen three years ago, but I have never been with a boy.” It was hard for her to get that out.


“Yes,” he wrote down. “Do you masturbate?” Again, she hesitated before answering.


“No.” She lied. She had a couple of years ago, but since that time, she hadn’t. She felt so bad that she forced her father to leave

that she thought it would be shameful for her to have any pleasure.


“Have you ever taken a penis in your mouth?”


Her answer came quickly, adamant in her denial. “NO!”


What a waste. She had such a lovely mouth. It would be a delight to teach her the finer points of orally making a man climax in her

mouth. “Anally?”


Louder and quicker this time. “NO!” She never even fathomed such a thing. Why would a boy want to do such a thing?


Zoey was getting more nervous by the minute. Not only from his questions, but she knew that he was going to examine her soon. She

was afraid of that more than anything else. To have a man touch her or even to look at her half-naked. She didn’t know what to expect, but

she wouldn’t like it no matter what.


Her lip was quivering as she answered. He got up from the chair, going to the glass cabinet and taking out the small needle, filling

it from the small bottle. He walked over to Zoey. “Roll up your sleeve.”


She saw it, the light glinting off the sharp needle. “Wh-what is it?”


“It will calm you down. You look like you will jump out of your skin. It won’t hurt you in the least, and I think you will like the

feeling.” He wasn’t surprised when she rolled up her sleeve, Michael pushing the needle into her skin and releasing the drugs into her

system. It would take only minutes before it would take affect. Then it would be too late for her to protest anything he did to her.
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“It’s time to go into the examination room.” The drug should have worked enough that she wouldn’t go running for the door as soon as

she saw inside the room. He opened the door, the bright lights glaring off the clinically white walls. “On the couch first, Zoey.” He

held her next to him as he led her over to the large, black leather couch.


She panicked when she saw the gleaming metal table. She had never been on one, but she knew what it was. It was for a gynecological

exam. With the two gleaming metal wings on it, sure that they were intended to keep a woman spread open so the doctor could peer intimately

in her. Even worse were the two black leather straps on the stirrups. Why would he have to tie my legs? She should have run for the door,

but she could barely make her legs move. It must be the shot that he gave her. She felt her body lowered to the couch, though she wasn’t

sure how. Hands seemed to be everywhere, but there was only Michael and her in the room. Her legs were stretched out on the couch, hands

smothering her skirt down, but a shameful blush heating up her skin as a man touched her. Through it all, she felt a peace that she hadn’t

felt for years, as though a tremendous burden had been lifted from her body. Had Doctor Michael cured me so miraculously?


Michael looked down at the lovely, young girl, ripe and waiting for him to take her, but it wouldn’t be tonight. Tonight she would be

put on display for all to see. The men would eagerly wait their turn with this young virgin, but only after he had instructed her in the

manner of pleasing an older man with her body. He leaned over, brushing the brown hair from her face, her eyes staring out into nowhere.

He ran his hands over the smooth skin of her cheeks, one finger outlining her mouth, his fingers pushing in slightly through her lips, no

attempt to stop him from entering her mouth. “Yes, Zoey. You are a very beautiful girl.”


His fingers were all over her face, even in her mouth, but she couldn’t stop him, didn’t want to stop him. He was the doctor, he knew

what he was doing and her arms refused to move from the couch, a pleasurable sensation running through her body.


“I’m going to do a breast examination, Zoey. Lay very still.” His fingers went to work on her sweater, pulling it up over her

stomach, his fingers straying over her naked flesh, seeing her suck in her stomach when he touched her. He pulled the sweater over her bra,

pulling it over her head. He had to pull it out from behind her, Zoey not moving a muscle. The bra was lacey, low cut, Michael pleased

that she was showing lots of cleavage.


She felt hot hands on her skin, her naked skin, feeling her sweater pulled over her head. He said something about her breasts, the

words not connecting in her brain. Powerful and demanding hands slid over her side, pulling her up until she was sitting up, Zoey looking

down to see that her sweater was gone and she was only in her bra. She slumped forward as she felt fingers fumbling on her back, Zoey

suddenly finding her body lying back on the couch, this time the leather cold on her skin. How come my back was naked? A shiver ran

through her body as she felt her bra slipping off. She looked down, seeing her bra pulled from her, her breasts naked, lifting up her hands

to cover them when she saw Doctor Michael sit on the couch next to her. Her hands raised up a couple of inches then fell back down onto the

couch.


“You’re well endowed, Zoey,” Michael complimenting her as his eyes feasted on her young, naked breasts. She had large brown areolas,

but what got his attention more were her nipples. Without so much as touching them, they were already hard, sticking out half an inch,

begging to be touched and teased to even greater erection. Michael had seen girls like this, sure that Zoey would have very erogenous

nipples, almost able to get her off just by touching her nipples.


The soft, cool breeze blew across her naked breasts, feeling her nipples swell as though her fingers were plucking them to hardness.

She saw Doctor Michael looking down at her naked breasts, humiliated as she lay on the couch half-naked, her body tense at what he would do

next. She turned her head slowly to the door as it opened, another man walking in, older like Doctor Michael, his eyes feasting on her

naked body. “No, please, make him go,” she pleaded.


“He is one of my colleagues. You’ll get used to them soon enough, Zoey, that you will hardly notice they are here when you are naked.

Now put your arms over your head, like a good girl.”


She somehow found the strength to do it, though she wondered why she did. She felt her breasts straining as her arms went over her

head, her back arching, thrusting her naked breasts for the two men to ogle. She looked over her shoulder, the new man older like Michael,

staring down at her as she stretched out her half-naked body. She was too dazed, protesting feebly, the men ignoring her futile attempt.

“AAAHHH,” she gasped when she felt powerful hands sliding up her side, teasing at the soft edges of her breasts when they stopped just short

of her armpits. She held her breath, knowing what was next, but she was even surprised, eliciting a thrilled gasp from her voice by the

touch.


Michael grabbed her breasts in his large hands, caressing first one, then the other naked tit, his powerful fingers curling into the

firm flesh, leaving deep red marks where his fingers had squeezed her flesh into various shapes. He ignored her nipples, squeezing her

breasts until they were forced into sharp cones, the blood pounding into her nipples until they grew red with pounding blood. She barely

moved even though he was manhandling her breasts, Michael’s fingers kneading and pinching them, Zoey’s eyes closed as she suffered the

indignities of being molested so openly.


She felt the blood pushed to the tips of her excited nipples, strong fingers digging into the flesh of her firm breasts. It wasn’t as

though he was making love to her, more as if he were punishing her. This wasn’t anything like she would expect from a breast examination,

but her body felt like it was floating, not even sure what was real or her imagination. It still embarrassed her to show herself like this,

yet at the same time, she couldn’t stop the delicious pleasure that swelled in her nipples. She arched her back, hoping that he would touch

them, wanting to feel his manly fingers on her nipples.


It was time to go to work on her nipples, feeling the hard pebbles pushed into the palms of his hands as he clenched her tits. He

grasped both of her breasts, squeezing them together until both of her nipples were almost touching, the blood pounding in the tips. Later

he would do the same thing, but his cock would be nestled between the pillows of her breasts and he would tit fuck her. He released them,

allowing them to fall back onto her chest, his fingers slowly drawing circles around her areolas without touching them, seeing them swell in

anticipation. His fingers moved closer, the brown flesh covered with goosebumps by the time his fingertips touched the edge of her swollen

nipples. She gasped when his fingers trapped her sensitive nipple between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing it as her back arched up

seductively, shoving her nipple into his pinching fingers as she moaned.


Zoey was humiliated at the way her body was reacting, her eyes clenched shut in shame, sure the two men were watching her as Doctor

Michael openly fondled her nipples. She couldn’t believe the feelings that were racing through her breasts, his powerful fingers crushing

her nipples, but it wasn’t pain that she felt but pleasure between her legs, squirming on the couch as her thighs clenched excitedly,

wishing she could thrust a hand between her legs.


Michael began to pull on the stiff flesh, feeling them grow beneath his touch as he yanked on them. She arched her back obscenely as

he pulled them out, the brown flesh of her nipples elongated until they were over an inch long, the young girl moaning softly beneath

him.


She felt her stiff nipples stretching, but it wasn’t pain that drew her moans but pleasure as Doctor Michael stroked her semi-nude

body. A warm glow began between her legs that she couldn’t quench. She felt one of her breasts released then fingers grabbed it again,

this time colder and clammy, two of them. Another hand grabbed her other breast and squeezed it until it felt like her nipple would burst,

then powerful fingers trapped the blood in the tip as it clamped just beneath her nipple. Four hands were working on her breasts and

nipples, teasing them into hardened points then cruelly gripping them. She felt a shame running through her body, her eyes closed, biting

her lower lip as the men molested her young body. She was confused, shamed, yet excited, her body betraying her.


They worked on her tits for five minutes until her nipples were swollen and red from abuse, but Zoey’s hips were moving from side to

side, not pain driving her but pleasure. Zoey gasped when they deserted her breasts, Michael wetting his two fingertips and rubbing them

over the turgid tips as she gasped in pleasure.


She felt the wetness on her nipples, the slightest breeze making them swell. She could only imagine one of them putting their mouth

over her nipple and sucking it into the hot confines of his mouth as his tongue worked over the trapped tip. What are they turning me into?

Doctor Michael was supposed to be examining her, but she only felt sexual excitement. Her mind was drugged and confused, and the men were

taking advantage of her when her defenses were down. She felt the couch move, opening her eyes as Doctor Michael got up. She looked

around, two men watching her now, a deep flush over her upper body as they stared at her naked breasts, an excruciating humiliation for a

young virgin.


“Help her to the exam table,” Doctor Michael requested, the man more than eager enough to comply.


Hands were everywhere, pulling her up from the couch, hands around her naked waist as they ushered her over to the center of the room.

The lights got brighter as she moved next to the gleaming metal examination table, feeling a hand stroking down her naked back, but not

stopping, caressing her buttocks. Before she could protest, it was gone, shivering when another hand cradled one of her breasts, a finger

rubbing across her naked nipple and then gone.


Doctor Michael stood in front of her. “Remove your panties, Zoey. You may leave your skirt on.” Both of the men gathered around the

half-naked girl, wanting to witness her shame as she stripped for them.


At least she could keep her skirt on, but the grotesque exam table was next to her. It was more of a chair than a table; the metal

would cradle her bottom and back, while the stirrups would spread her legs at obscene angles. Bright lights were poised up in front of the

chair, illuminating every intimate detail of her body. She first had to shed her panties, her mind still confused. She bent over, pulling

up the edge of her long skirt, feeling her pendulous breasts beneath her as she pulled the skirt up her naked legs. She refused to look at

the men as she exposed her panties, quickly grabbing the waistband and yanking them down, her skirt falling down to cover her body from

their prying eyes. She was led over to the chair, hands arranging her as she was thrust into the seat. She felt like she was falling when

she leaned back, tilted so she was half sitting and half lying. The metal was cold on her skin, her nipples still hard and erect in spite

of not being touched. She hoped the chair would warm up. The other men moved away, standing in front of the chair.


“Relax, Zoey,” he urged her, but he could see the blankness in her eyes, the drugs taking full control of her body. They molested her

breasts and she barely whimpered a protest. His hands encircled one of her legs, pulling it up and placing it into the narrow tube of metal

of the stirrup.


“No, don’t, I won’t move,” panic in Zoey’s voice when she saw Doctor Michael open up the black, leather strap.


“It’s for your own safety, Zoey. I don’t want you to jerk away and hurt yourself. Your hands will be free; it’s only your legs that

will be bound.” Michael made quick work of the leather strap, pulling it tight over her lower calf, securing her to the first stirrup. He

would secure her other leg before he put her into position.


She could only watch as he moved to the other side, lifting her leg and fitting it into the stirrup, the leather strap too tight

around her calf, but she was afraid to protest too much. It wasn’t as bad as she thought. Her skirt was long and it covered her, and the

stirrups only parted her legs slightly. She might survive the shame after all. Doctor Michael’s hands ran up her leg, slipping under her

skirt, Zoey shutting her eyes as if she could somehow avoid this.


Michael bowed out her legs, fitting them into the stirrup. He moved to the other side, preparing her. He took the small remote in

his hand and using the buttons, he began to spread her legs.


She opened her eyes suddenly when she felt it. Her legs were being parted, a gentle hum, and then the stirrups began to move out,

both of them moving in opposite directions. “NNNNOOO!” She protested, though the drugs weakened her that he had given her, her futile

protest doing little to stop the evil machine from continuing to spread her open. What if it didn’t stop? Could the machine split her up

the middle? She felt her crotch begin to ache, forgetting that she was pantiless, feeling her pussy lips separating the more her legs

spread. It continued to spread her legs, finally stopping, a sense of relief spreading over her body.


Michael pushed the other button, the back of the chair sloping down, the stirrups moving up, Zoey’s ass rising up. Her legs were

spread over four feet wide. Her skirt covered her, but that wouldn’t last long.


The exam table moved again, Zoey panicking when she felt her legs rising up, the leather straps keeping her legs submissively pinned

to the stirrups as her ass rose up. She could feel her buttocks parting. She never felt so spread as she was now. She looked over, another

man walking in, this one younger, mid-twenties. He was carrying a plastic bag and began to pick up the trash. Was everyone going to see me

like this? She hoped he would hurry and get his work done before Michael began to examine her.


Doctor Michael sat between her thighs, a chair pulled up for his convenience since he intended to spend a lot of time between her

legs. He stroked her ankles, feeling her body relaxing as he moved up her legs, caressing the muscles of her calves, sliding higher, her

skirt not in his way as he sought to uncover her. The other men were all huddled around, excited at the thought of seeing the virgin girl

opened and inspected by him. He rubbed his hands along the inside of her knees, the skirt sliding above, seeing the mysterious darkness

still hidden between her legs. It wouldn’t be long now, his cock straining his pants. He spent considerable time with her thighs, feeling

the soft, sexy skin of her tender thighs, his fingers running over her muscles until he felt her muscles relax, lulled into a false sense of

security. His fingers ran all the way to her crotch, stopping just short, pushing the skirt up over her belly, careful not to cover up her

lovely, naked tits.


His hands were everywhere beneath her skirt, but the straps held her bound, the stirrups leaving her spread and defenseless. She felt

uneasy, but even though he was pulling off her skirt, she found her body responding not to the humiliation of being laid bare before the men

in front of her, but a creeping desire that his hands were building between her legs. She was getting hotter and hotter as his fingers

explored her naked thighs and teased so close to the wide spread of her legs and her naked, virgin pussy. His fingers slid over her thighs,

demanding, up the inside of her thighs until she felt it at the vee of her legs. She almost welcomed the cool air that blew over her mound

when her skirt was pulled up and laid on her stomach. She saw all the men looking at her, but their eyes not on her eyes but staring

lustfully between her legs. A rush of shame spread over her body, but she felt the unmistakable wetness between her legs at being so openly

raped with their eyes. Even the young man had walked over, stopping to pick up the trash from the basket beside the doctor, filling his bag

with it then peering openly between her legs. He smiled at her, winking knowingly at her shame. She braced herself for the first touch of

Doctor Michael on her, but she gasped loudly when he touched her. She expected to feel the impersonal touch of cold, rubber gloves, but she

only felt the warm flesh of his fingers on her most intimate body.


Michael’s hand trailed over her belly, before his fingers smoothed through the silken curls of her bush. His fingers moved lower to

the soft, fleshy folds of her pussy, the spread of her legs leaving little to the imagination. Even a tight, virgin cunt couldn’t conceal

the pink inner lips that were exposed, Michael aiming the light until he could see her moisture glistening back. His fingers glided up and

down the soft edges of her slit, intimately inspecting every inch of her inner lips, feeling her juices begin to flow freely. The soft skin

was slick and smooth, peeling her lips back until he could see the tight, virgin hole, barely opened even with the wide spread of her legs.

His fingers explored the tight muscles of her pussy, running around the edge of it, testing her resistance with one finger.


Zoey had never felt anything as good as his fingers that played her body like a fine instrument. She no longer cared that she was

naked or that men were staring intimately into the depths of her body. All she cared about was the digits that explored her pussy with such

skill. She could feel one finger rotated around her virgin hole, teasing the muscles, Zoey expecting to be entered each time, disappointed

when she wasn’t. It moved back up, between the hair-lined lips of her pussy, deftly parting her lips and sliding back up between her wet

lips. She knew where it was going, gasping loudly when it found the tiny knob of her clitoris hidden from sight. His probing finger rubbed

salaciously over her pleasure button until she could feel it grow under his expert touch, Zoey jerking in excitement as the pad of his

finger circled the quivering, erect nub. It continued to grow under his fingering, growing tautly erect, the pleasure racing between her

legs. She never expected to find such pleasure in visiting a doctor, but who else knew a woman’s body better than a doctor.


Michael rubbed her clit, watching it grow from a tiny knob to a throbbing, red organ as it swelled with blood. He teased his finger

back and forth over it, Zoey groaning in ecstasy. His finger, moistened by her juices, slid down to her pussy, this time sliding through

the tight muscles until he felt one finger clamped tightly by her muscles. She might not have a hymen but nothing except a finger had every

entered this tight hole before. His finger slid into the elastic hole, the soft, warm channel enclosing his digit like a hot blanket as he

began to rotate it in her virgin pussy.


She felt his finger in her, in her virgin pussy where no man had ever touched before. It explored her, pushing against her soft

muscles, teasing and testing the tightness as if it were preparing her for something much bigger. “That feels good,” moaning softly, sure

that this was not like any other physical exam. She felt her virgin pussy lubricating liberally on the impaling fingers as it loosened her

up. His other finger continued to work on her clit, this time rubbing it harder, until it grew involuntarily from the obscene teasing. She

writhed helplessly under his touch, feeling his finger inside her begin to work deeper.


His finger was in the moist, warm cavern of her virgin pussy, the walls of her pussy clinging tightly to his finger, teasing his

finger deeper with each thrust, pushing hard against the soft, elastic walls as he opened her up. He could feel her juices coating his

finger, wanting her completely wet when his tongue explored this virgin hole, wanting to drink from the pleasure of a virgin. He pulled his

finger out then pushed two inside her, a soft moan from her lips.


“Too big,” she cried out, but the fingers moved deeper inside her, stretching her open. The fingers worked inside her, teasing and

stretching her, a shudder running through her body as his fingers dug deeper into her pussy, fighting the tight, restrictive muscles until

she felt his knuckles stretching the mouth of her pussy open, his fingers deep inside her, his fingernails scratching the soft, elastic

walls. She felt relief when his fingers left her but behind it laid emptiness. She could still feel the pleasure they gave her when they

were inside her.


Michael wet his lips, leaning over into her chair until his tongue licked up the soft skin of her thigh, running from the knee all the

way up to her pussy, inhaling the sweet scent of a virgin in heat. His tongue stopped for only a second then moved up, his tongue gathering

up her moisture as he ran over her outer lips until he came to the silky curls of her bush, pulling on the hairs with his teeth as he heard

the sharp hiss of her breath. Eager to taste the young virgin, his fingers peeled apart her lips, slowly stretching them wide until he

heard her tortured moan. His tongue danced along the edge of her lip, this time sucking up the juices from her inner pussy, his tongue

dipping from the top of her slit all the way down to the virgin tightness of her pussy.


She couldn’t believe what he was doing to her, but she felt the unmistakable touch of his tongue between her legs and attack her pussy

with a vengeance. The fingers had already tortured her virgin pussy until she was almost ready to surrender, but now, the tongue was doing

things to her that she could never have fathomed. She felt his tongue seeking out the most intimate parts of her body, the warm, spiraling

tongue rotating between her lips, licking up her slit and back down as her buttocks jerked involuntarily. She would have pressed her thighs

around his head if the leather straps hadn’t left her bound and spread for this oral ravishment. “OOOOHHH,” unable to control the lust in

her young body as the doctor performed on her body so miraculously. The tip of his tongue flicked up and down her slit, her body trembling

as his fingers spread her open, squeezing the base of her clit until it stood out hard and erect. She groaned loudly in mounting excitement

as his tongue moved to her clit and circled the trapped organ, stabbing at it as she quivered in virgin lust. “No, no, don’t,” she cried

out, her body frozen when his lips curled around her swollen organ, sucking lewdly as he drew it into the hot depths of his mouth. His

tongue went to work on it, the trapped organ licked maddeningly by the doctor, Zoey’s body surrendering to his expert mouth.


Zoey felt a set of hot, moist lips begin to suck on one of her nipples, still swollen, his mouth sucking it inside, stretching the

brown flesh and rubbing the sensitive tip back and forth as the turgid nipple grew more erect. The man pushed against her face as he bent

over her, his rigid cock rubbing on her cheek, thankful that at least his pants covered the throbbing organ as he masturbated on her

face.


Michael pushed his tongue into her dripping-wet orifice, fighting the tight knot of her pussy muscles, rotating it as it fought to get

inside her virgin hole. His tongue slithered inside her hungry flesh, flicking at the tight walls. He felt her body tighten up, a shriek

of ecstasy from her lips as she came, a convulsive shudder running through her virgin body as he lewdly sucked on her virgin hole, flicking

deep inside her with his tongue as her muscles convulsed around his slithering tongue. The walls of her elastic passage clenched and poured

out her juices, his flicking tongue lapping up her virgin pleasure, refusing to let her stop cumming until he drained every last drop of

pleasure from her body.


It hit her suddenly, not even sure what was happening until it was too late. She was humiliated that she was cumming on the doctor’s

mouth and tongue, but nothing could stop the pleasure that his maddening tongue was dragging from her virgin body. It was her first orgasm

with something inside her, never expecting it to be a tongue. She went from one plateau to another, the tongue refusing to let her stop.

Even the mouth on her nipples sucked and bit them, driving more pleasure from her body as his throbbing cock rubbed all over her cheeks and

nose. It took a long time before her body stopped quivering uncontrollably, her passion spent, her excitement finally retreating. She

looked down in shame as the doctor stood up, licking his lips, her juices glowing on his face as he smiled evilly. All of them were

standing over her, Zoey finally noticing the large bulges in their pants. The euphoria of her pleasure wore off, the tightness of the

leather on her spread legs and the ache in her crotch returned as she felt her consciousness slowly slipping away. She didn’t even feel the

hands as they released her legs from the chair; her body slumped in the chair as unconsciousness stole her away from them.



Reviews

spectacular, excellent, amazing!!! Melissa's role is extraordinary!!! No bullshit. Just secure them, coerce them, blackmail them and fuck their brains out. 5 out of 5 (PQuines)

I can never be disappointed with Powerone! This was an amazing book. Hell Hospital, what a sinister place. It would be great if there was a second book about this place. 5 out of 5 (LuvErotica)

I always rate books in terms of orgasms.....this book gets a 5 O's from me. Many stories within the story of the taking and forced sex of women and girls assigned to Hell Hospital. The setting has the makings of Part 2. Let's hope there is more going on at Hell Hospital in the future! 5 out of 5

Good books. Well worth getting. 4 out of 5 (SM)

Too unfocused. Not hard enough. 2 out of 5

Very little to like here. The book just drags and drags, and was utterly boring throughout. There was no real depth to the characters involved, and you never really feel anything for anyone. It's just another bland series of girls and the torments that happen to them, and they're really nothing special or unique in any way. 2 out of 5 (Urban S.)

Disjointed and predictable. 2 out of 5 (Bigrdr)

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Author Information

Powerone resides at the beach in San Diego where scantily clad females
forever perk his imagination.

A prolific, best selling author, he captivates readers by bringing them into the minds of both male and female lead characters. With vivid description and rich detail, Powerone draws readers
into a world often found only in fantasy and leaves them aching for more.

 


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