Dr. Malphren and Nikita Oh in: The Hospital Tour
Chapter 1
by MistressValentina
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#D/s
#dom:female
#f/f
#humiliation
#pov:bottom
#sub:female
#bad_end
#body_horror
#body_modification
#bondage
#brainwashing
#doctor
#drugged
#ego_death
#electroshock
#indoctrination
#kidnapping
#medical
#microfiction
#mindbreak
#multiple_partners
#nurse
#sensory_deprivation
General cw: medfet, kidnapping, drugging, noncon, dark kinks. Chapter-specific content warnings to follow.
Copied over from my twitter: https://twitter.com/Valentina_NSFW
This originally started as a worldbuilding exercise now WHOOPS, it's a whole story
Nikita Oh swore as she tried to dig her laptop out of her bag. Airline legroom just seemed to get smaller and smaller, especially in Economy class, and good luck getting anything better on a government budget. She hissed as she smacked herself in the shin pulling it out, awkwardly balancing it on her knees, trying to avoid the dirty looks of the passenger next to her as her elbow knocked into his, taking over the armrest. She hadn't expected a window seat, but upon arriving at the gate, she found her seat had been changed. She supposed these things just happened sometimes, and she didn't have the strength to argue, not at her age.
She brushed her hair, which was platinum blonde, not gray, thank you very much, and started hunting and pecking at the keyboard. She remembered when being on an airplane meant you weren't expected to work, but those days were decades past. Her eyes caught a blinking notification from her coworker, asking her if she had managed to finish that spreadsheet yet. She typed:
"not yet...have something else to look into...probably won't take long..."
It was probably nothing...but she just couldn't let it go. The threads were there...all she needed to do was unravel them. Nurses would report getting a new job offer, then vanish off the face of the earth. Suppliers reported an increase in orders for medical supplies, but none of the existing hospitals had increased their demand. And there was a slight, but noticeable, increase in missing persons cases...
It was probably nothing...but she just couldn't let it go. The threads were there...all she needed to do was unravel them. Nurses would report getting a new job offer, then vanish off the face of the earth. Suppliers reported an increase in orders for medical supplies, but none of the existing hospitals had increased their demand. And there was a slight, but noticeable, increase in missing persons cases...
It was probably nothing. But Nikita couldn't let it go. She eyed her file on one Dr. Malphren. It would be crazy...but Dr. Malphren *had* been admitted to an insane asylum...
All this was giving her a headache. She flagged down the flight attendant for an aspirin and a glass of water, swallowing it before getting back to work. Her headache only worsened, so she asked for another. Sighing, she laid her head back against the seat. She could rest, right? Just for a few moments. Just for a little bit. She was so tired. It was only for a moment. Nikita closed her eyes, unaware of two key things.
First, she had no idea what she had started to unravel.
Second, she would never reach her destination.
Second, she would never reach her destination.
Nikita blinked, bleary-eyed. Everything was just so...heavy...so fuzzy. She barely had the strength to turn her head, let alone sit up. She slowly became aware of her surroundings, the hospital bed she laid in, the white, clinical room around her, the TV mounted on the wall. As her senses gradually returned, she gradually became aware of the news broadcast playing on the TV.
"The 51-year old woman had apparently fallen asleep before suffering a stroke, and was found unresponsive in her seat by the flight crew upon departure. She was rushed to a nearby hospital, but was announced dead on arrival. Nikita Oh was a lifetime public servant, with a 33-year long career at the Federal Health Bureau. She will be remembered for a lifetime of hard work, starting as a secretary before steadily working her way up the ladder, eventually attaining the role of assistant regional manager. In other news..."
"The 51-year old woman had apparently fallen asleep before suffering a stroke, and was found unresponsive in her seat by the flight crew upon departure. She was rushed to a nearby hospital, but was announced dead on arrival. Nikita Oh was a lifetime public servant, with a 33-year long career at the Federal Health Bureau. She will be remembered for a lifetime of hard work, starting as a secretary before steadily working her way up the ladder, eventually attaining the role of assistant regional manager. In other news..."
The screen filled with static, seemingly glitching out. As it started again, Nikita was able to properly focus on the broadcast, watching with mounting terror. The screen showed a newscaster, along with stock footage of an airport and a simple shoulders-up photograph, the you see on ID cards. Nikita's terror mounted as she realized the face was her own. The broadcast continued, relentless.
"Tragedy at the airport today, as a airline passenger was found to have died mid-flight. The 51-year old woman had apparently fallen asleep before suffering a stroke..."
Nikita's vision blurred with tears as she desperately tied to sit up from the bed, but found her muscles impossibly weak. The broadcast kept playing, seemingly taunting her. She shut her eyes, but she couldn't stop listening, as the maddening monologue repeated over and over. Nikita sobbed with relief as the door finally opened. The relief was short-lived. Nikita's eyes widened with terror as she realized she recognized the approaching figure. After all, she had just been looking over her file on the woman before her.
"Hello." she said sweetly. "I'm Dr. Malphren. Perhaps you've heard of me?"
"N-no..." Nikita whispered. She would have screamed if you had the strength, but it was all she could manage. "It can't be..."
"N-no..." Nikita whispered. She would have screamed if you had the strength, but it was all she could manage. "It can't be..."
"Hush now, dear." Dr. Malphren cooed. "You've just suffered a stroke, you're very weak. You'll have to stay with us, and recover~"
The grinning Doctor leaned in closer, until her face was inches away from Nikita's terrified one.
The grinning Doctor leaned in closer, until her face was inches away from Nikita's terrified one.
"That part was real, by the way. I like to give my patients something to work on, if they don't have something already. It gives them something to work towards, especially if release isn't an option. Now..."
Dr. Malphren stood, revealing a nurse in blue PVC scrubs and a thick apron of black rubber, pushing an empty wheelchair into the room. She smiled, expectantly.
"Shall we give you the tour?"
"Shall we give you the tour?"