Inside the asylum

George and Angela walked into the asylum together. They made their way through the ancient reception room, out into the hall that led to the front desk. There was a corridor to their right, and one to their left. Straight ahead was a set of ominous looking double doors that had an ADMISSIONS sign that flickered with a bad bulb over top of them.

"Daddy, please! It's not too late. Please take me back home. I'll do anything you want. I'll quit ****. I'll quit partying. I'll only fuck you from now on." Angela tugged on his coat sleeve, trying to get him to turn around, but he kept moving forward, dragging her with him.

"This has to be done, Angel. I want you back, but not like this." He took a firm grip of her hand, and continued.

"But Daddy. you're part of the reason I'm like this. Can't you see that?" She tried again and again to reason with him, but it only made him angry.

"You trashy little whore!" he bellowed. "If you think they're going to let you out of here because of your made up little fairytales, you've got another thing coming. You will not leave this asylum until I have proof you are fully recovered." He pushed one of the doors open, and pulled Angela through them with him.

There before them both stood the admissions desk. An older woman stood there behind it, smiling at them. "You must be Mr McCrory," she said as they made their way to her. "I am Nurse Abigail Stanhope." Abigail was older, but she was still beautiful. She could be someone's MILF with her jade green eyes, brunette hair, and breasts that looked like they wanted to escape from her nurse's uniform.

"Yes. And this is my daughter Angela. She'll be staying with you, until she gets better."

"Well, we're delighted to have her here, sir." She smiled warmly. "These are our standard admissions forms. Please fill them out, and sign them while I give Angela an examination. I'll be bringing her clothes back to take with you as well."

George walked over to the first available seat, and sat down. He carefully looked over the forms as he filled them out.

"All right, sweetie, come with me," said Abigail as she stepped out from behind the counter. Angela couldn't help but notice her curvy figure, or her nicely rounded ass as she walked down the hall behind her.

The room Abigail took Angela to was not too far away from the admissions desk. She opened the door, turned on the light, and motioned for Angela to go inside.

Angela stepped inside the ancient looking room. It was filled with various and sundry items she didn't recognize. Some of them looked like they could be **** devices, and this set her more on edge.

Abigail, noticing the young girl's distress, put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "Relax," she quietly said in a soothing voice. "They just look scary, but they're really nothing to worry about. Now why don't you take off your clothes for me, and climb up on that table, and put your feet in those stirrups?"