Trapped in Hell - Prologue 5 (Patreon)

Before the startled Brian could react, Kimber had reached through the bed’s frame and stuffed his opened mouth with a ball of foamy material covered with a thick leather plate. The stuff firmly filled his mouth’s cavity, reducing his surprised screams to mere grunts. Kimber quickly fastened some straps, tightening the gag around his head. Brian hated it and fought his bonds, trying to get her to understand this did not have his consent. 

In the meantime, the other two girls had risen from the bed and left the room through one of the stylish steel doors. Once the gag was secured, Kimber walked around the bed and crawled over to Brian. She got under him, so his head rested on her soft legs now. “Alright”, she said, “time to let you in on the further procedure. By signing that contract, you have officially committed yourself to closed psychiatric care. I know that sounds weird, but it's the only way to get you legally incapacitated and putting your caretakers at the status of legal guardians. You know what that means?" He did not. Amused by his puzzled stare, Kimber continued.

"It means we are to decide about pretty much every aspect of your life from now on. Where you'll be accommodated, what kind of treatment we'll put you through to cure you, what will happen to your properties..." His properties? What was she talking about? Brian was not an expert in such things, but he was damn sure what she said wasn't even possible. Nobody could take away what he had worked so hard for! He started to suspect all of this was a joke, a very well prepared and excellently played joke. “Oh, you don’t believe me, do you?”, she said while he heard Saya’s and Akira’s steps getting closer from the hallway. “I guarantee you, we’re experts in such sorts of arrangements. The documents are waterproof, we’ve spent the last year and thousands of dollars on our legal team to make sure of that. All the necessary medical statements by renowned doctors have been made based on your behavior during our many sessions and taken to the files. Everything has been recorded and your mental profile is alarming! You need to be securely restrained for your own safety and since even yourself have agreed to this conclusion, there is no way back now!”

Almost like a further confirmation of what she just said, Saya and Akira entered the room again. Brian couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw them. They had returned dressed in what appeared to be nurse uniforms, shoving a wheelchair towards the bed! They were both carrying plenty of leather straps, obviously prepared to fasten someone to the chair for transport. He was still too confused to even struggle. While Kimber gently caressed his muzzled face, Saya looked at him with a satisfactory, almost triumphant smile. “Finally!”, she said, “I thought he would never sign it. Over a year we’ve been working on this one, was about time we delivered him!” Akira turned towards her, a skeptical look on her face. “Don’t be like this again, Saya. I know you love your job just as much as I do, but I kinda liked him. So young and inexperienced, but cute. He could have had every girl he wanted, or at least bought them. Now he’s signed his life away without even knowing what he did… Sure, it’s always hilarious when the instant regret sets in once he learns about –“

“Enough now!”, Kimber interrupted, “I’m sure Brian can’t wait to find out for himself. So, if you’d be so kind and prepare him, I have to meet with another client.” At this point, Brian was heavy breathing and sweating. It was time they ended this charade, he thought. But by the wolfish grin Saya showed him as the girls surrounded him he could tell this was not going to end anytime soon…