Paradise Turns Hell

It was a freezing Monday morning, normal for a December day in Shimla - a small but famous hill station in India. The market street in this small town, which usually bustled with activity, bore a barren look, with very few people having braved the cold to open their shops. One of these few was a striking young woman, who was making her way to the only big hospital in the city - The White Hills Hospital. She reached the hospital and went straight to the elevator, and pressed for the 8th floor, Department of Internal Medicine. On exiting the Lift she made way for one of the many rooms on the floor and opened a door which bore the name plate --

"Dr. Lisa Anderson

MD, Junior Lecturer, Dept. of Medicine."

Yes, the woman was doctor. At 29 yrs, she was the youngest lecturer in this hospital. She had finished her med school in US and had impressed all her seniors. Her looks had also helped. She was a former cheerleader, and had earned her mother's best genes. At 5ft 8inches she often towered over her male colleagues, and her usual 4inch heels enhanced that effect. Her dressing sense was impeccable, she had a collection of clothes, which weren't exactly provocative, but complimented her figure and looks perfectly. She had 36CC breasts on top of a perfectly flat abdomen, which bore a piercing at her navel. To top it all (or rather bottom) she had a heart-shaped, toned ass which was a result of long hours at the gym. Her seniors often joked, saying she was the most beautiful woman to ever study medicine. In short, she was assured of a brilliant career. She did enjoy all the attention but, her attention was devoted to just one guy, her best friend's brother, Sameer Roy. Right after Lisa passed medical school, they had taken a step towards matrimony. They got engaged and moved in together. He was a 2nd generation Indian and had done his masters in climatology. He was the perfect guy Lisa could have hoped for. Like Lisa, he was the most popular guy in his college. Moreover, being the football captain definitely helped matters. Sameer had told Lisa of his desire to work in his home country for a few years to study the changing pattern in the Himalayan climate. They debated over a few north Indian cities and decided Shimla would be the safest bet even though it wasn't exactly close to the Himalayas. Sam wanted to be sure of Lisa's safety whenever he was away on his projects, and Kashmir, even though in the Himalayas, was not known for its safety.

Lisa had applied for a job in THE WHITE HILLS HOSPITAL and owing to her brilliant resume; she had received a positive reply. It was 2 years since they moved to this city when the hot couple decided to get married. Lisa was the happiest she ever was in her entire life.

The only thorn in her happiness was her Head of Department, Professor Dr. T. P. Shah. He did everything in his powers to make her life hell. From the day he had assumed that post in the hospital, Lisa had received a memo every month reminding her of her mistakes and criticizing her, accusing her, in a subtle way, of being incompetent. She had received another letter just a week back. She had spent the weekend crying on her pillow, as Sam was away on one of his treks.

This Monday morning she was supposed to discuss an important project with the Professor, one that would earn the hospital some a few millions. And here she was already an hour late. She knew she was getting yet another memo. A few more of those and she wouldn't just find herself out of job but the poor letter of recommendations will make sure she stayed unemployed. She was jolted back to reality by the sound of her phone vibrating. She answered the call,

"Hello,"

"Hey Lisa, its me, Jenny. Wassup?"

Jenny was the Professor's assistant. Lisa liked her; she was her best friend in this city. She was glad to hear a friendly voice on what promised to be a gloomy day.

"Hi Jen. What is it? I am already late for a meeting with that old-fuck-monster boss of yours. I am in dire need of some good news."

"Well babe, in that case I am your knight in shining armor. The old-fuck-monster boss has called in sick today. He got a paralytic

attack. Now wait there and don't start the celebrations yet. It is one of those reversible types, what do you guys call it?"

"TIA, Transient Ischemic Attack? Such a pity! It would have been so much fun poking that bastard a few needles. Or better, would have loved to stick a probe in his rectum!"

"Eww.. You dirty minded bitch! Anyways you are not off the gas yet. He called for you. He wants you to take the work to his house. I told him you were busy attending a couple of emergencies; bought you some time."

"Fuck! I hate him so much. Thanks babe for saving my ass. I owe you one."

"No problem Lis.. Just be careful. I don't trust him. The way he looks at you..."

"Don't worry Jen. I have a syringe filled with Sulphuric acid. If he makes one move on me he'll find that syringe right up his ass!"

"Haha... God! You are a danger. Anyways take care. I'll cya later."

"Sure Jen. Bbye. Thanks."

Lisa sat down, and finished the last works on the presentation. She had donned the white coat and had almost finished her ward rounds, when she heard some blasts. She dismissed it considering it a yet another Indian wedding procession. Minutes later, she got a page. There had been a blast, a bomb blast. It was not crackers that Lisa had heard. She rushed to the ER to find ambulance bringing in battered bodies. She immediately got to work and started attending to the injured. She called the Professor to inform him of the situation and to tell him that her presence was required in the hospital. In reply, the Professor shouted at her,

"These things keep happening in this part of the country. There are other doctors to do the work. The project needs to be finished soon. The hospital will lose a lot of money otherwise. You better get here soon, or start packing your bags!"

She could not believe this man. Yes, the project was important, but it could definitely be postponed by a day. There were people dying in front of her eyes. However, she was in no mood to argue with the senile fool. She thought she could finish off with the presentation soon and return to the hospital to help others. She skipped lunch and went to her house. She wanted to change before going to the Professor's house. Her clothes were stained with blood of a victim she had attended to. She decided to wear something Indian. She knew the Professor was narrow-minded. And since she was going to his house she thought it would be more appropriate to wear something traditional. The Professor was unmarried and Lisa had no intention of turning him on by wearing her figure hugging outfits. She wore a white saree (A saree is a strip of unstitched cloth, ranging from four to nine meters in length that is draped over the body in various styles. The most common style is for the saree to be wrapped around the waist, with one end then draped over the shoulder, baring the midriff.). The blouse was a little less subtle but she made sure her assets were covered properly with her saree. Her navel stayed exposed, which showed off her pretty diamond piercing. Sameer had gifted her the jewel on her last birthday. Oh, she missed him so much. Not just his presence, but even his physical touch. He had been away for 2 weeks now, and she was feeling extremely horny since the last 2 days.

She checked her image in the mirror. Even in the saree she looked extremely hot! She topped the attire by sticking a traditional red bindi on her forehead. She picked her purse and laptop and made way to her car.

The Professor stayed a few kilometers from the heart of the city in one of the many secluded areas. On reaching the address, she was stunned to see the house. It wasn't a house. It was a mansion. She knew her senior was quite famous. Both for his intelligence and his corrupt nature. And when these two qualities combine, they are bound to make a person rich. She stopped at the gate waiting for a servant to open it. However, they opened on their own. She looked around to find a camera, and realized that the gate was operated electrically. She was surprised to find a house so technologically advanced in a small city; in a country like India. She was impressed, no doubt. She parked her Beatle next to four larger cars near the garden to her senior's house. She made her way to the front doors, walking as if in a trance, taking in all the surrounding scenery. Even the front doors were remote operated. She found it a little spooky. The fact that there were no servants was a little discomforting, but she relaxed a little on finding one soon. The man was tall, muscular, carried a long beard. He was young, not more than 22-23yrs, she thought. He led her to the Professor's bedroom where he was apparently resting. When she entered the room, she found the man working on his laptop. He did not raise his eyes, just ordered the servant to leave, and directed her with a wave of his hand to take a chair.

God!!

He was so rude. Lisa was tired of the insults thrown at her, but decided this was not the time to retaliate. She wanted to finish the presentation as soon as possible and get back to the hospital. Of course, she was oblivious to plans the Professor had for her in his mind. After about 15mins of silence, during which Lisa looked extremely uncomfortable and fidgety, the man shut his laptop and turned his attention to her.

"Lisa I am extremely disappointed by your behavior. When I was your age, I used to obey my seniors commands as if they were words of god. Your generation has lost respect for seniors. I have tried enough to change your attitude. My efforts have been fruitless though. I guess you people will never change. Lisa you better get your act straight, else you will find your tight ass on the cold streets of this city very soon."

Lisa was seething with anger. Never in her life had anyone spoken to her like this. She felt like kicking his balls and leaving the house right now. However, Sam was away for another fortnight. And she didn't want to create any problems when he was away. She managed to gain control over her anger and muttered an apology.

The Professor grunted with dissatisfaction and muttered to himself,

"Don't even know how to apologize. Someone needs to spank these sluts and instill some sense in them."

The words did not fail to reach Lisa's ears. She was now shaking with anger. The laptop almost fell out of her hand as she took it out of her bag. She was so angry that beads of sweat had formed on her head in spite of the cold outside.

Lisa kept the laptop on his bed so that he could have a better look at the screen. She pulled her chair close to the bed to make it easier for her to shift slides on the laptop without stretching out every few seconds. She then pulled her hands over her head to tie her long thick hair in a pony. While doing so her saree slipped over from her blouse to reveal her cleavage slightly. As Lisa adjusted the thin fabric back in its place, she caught the Professor staring at her assets. She ignored this small incident and quickly got back to her notes. She was flushed with shame and cursed herself for being so careless.

Lisa was halfway through the presentation when the Professor directed her to stop. His face had turned read. Lisa thought she had made him mad again, by doing something wrong. But she soon realized it was something else. The Professor was choking. He was finding it difficult to speak. He told Lisa by his hand movements that he was about to vomit. Lisa took the stuff off his bed, and looked around for the washroom. She knew he would be weak because of last night's attack. She bent down, pulled his shoulders over hers and helped him to get up from the bed. She led him to the bathroom and after leaving him on the floor, she went for her bag. She had an ampoule of an anti-emetic (drugs that stop vomiting) in her bag. She was filling a syringe when a strong blow on her back threw her to the ground. Lisa was numb for one second and in the next, she felt a needle being stabbed in her arm. She screamed in pain and tried to kick at her attacker. She was flipped around on her back like a doll when she saw her attacker was the Professor himself. He had obviously feigned the attack and Lisa had walked in the trap. All these in a few seconds, after which she started feeling light headed. She screamed at him,

"What drug did you give me bastard? Asshole! What did you give me?!"

The Professor simply raised the bottle to her eyes, which read -- "Rocuronium." Lisa knew what it was. It was a neuromuscular blocker - a drug given to paralyze the muscles of a patient temporarily, usually given before surgery. She was shocked.

What did he want to do with her? Why did he want her paralyzed?

Her body soon stopped struggling and Lisa lay on the ground like a dead body unable to move. Unable to talk. Her body felt like lead. Every neuron in her brain ordered her hands to move but the only movement that took place was the flickering of fingers. The Professor got up from the young doctors body and started cleaning the mess. All the while throwing abuses at his hot junior lying on the floor,

"You American sluts! You drive us crazy by dressing in those tight blouses and short skirts. And your attitude! You treat us like dirt. Even though we are more intelligent and deserve more respect. Today you will pray, you will regret your actions. I will teach you. I will teach you a lesson."

He untied her hair, put his hands in the hair and pulled her. Lisa's brain screamed in pain but the only sounds that came out of her were a few grunts. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she was dragged in the next room, which was dark and extremely cold. The heater in this room was off. The drug's action lasted only for a short duration and Lisa hoped she would recover soon; but as soon as the lights were turned on, she knew she was in for a ride to hell. She saw two chains hanging from the ceiling with handcuffs at their free ends. She knew those cuffs would be around her wrists in a matter of few minutes. She also saw an infusion set which was kept ready right next to the chains. Lisa's eyes tried to scan everything in the room, whatever was there in her field of vision. She saw a whiplash, a few bamboo sticks, and a few other instruments, which she could not identify. The Professor lifted the young doctor on her feet and brought her under the chains. He cuffed her wrists one after the other and pressed a button, which raised the chains and Lisa's feet above the ground. Lisa was now hanging on her wrists, her feet in air, and her entire weight supported on those tiny delicate wrists. Her saree had fallen from her shoulder and stayed wrapped around her thighs. Her flimsy blouse, which showed off her ample cleavage stayed exposed to the cold air and to the cruel eyes of the Professor. The Professor cut the blouse with a pair of scissors to reveal a sexy semi-transparent bra. Lisa regretted wearing it on this fateful day. She had picked the first underwear that came to her hands and hat put them on.

The Professor removed her saree and the petticoat under it to reveal a white lace panty, which was wet. No Lisa wasn't turned on. It was wet with her sweat. She was sweating profusely in spite of the extreme cold. The Professor threw her clothes in a corner and went to the desk to get some instruments. He got a few clips. He attached two of them to her nipples from outside the bra and three clips on her panty. Two of them were on her vertical lips and the last one on her clitoris. Lisa was mortified. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. Men were dying on the street; and a senior doctor, HER senior doctor was abusing her sexually. The Professor had obviously been planning this night since a long time. Lisa had not noticed any change in the way he had behaved with her. He was always the same. Cruel, harsh and a pain in the ass. The effect of the drug was waning, but it was of no use now as she hung in mid-air, bound by two very strong restraints. Her voice was coming back. She started throwing abuses at him, but her voice was feeble

"You old pervert. Let me go bastard. I will kill you. My fiancée will kill you."

The abusing soon turned to pleading,

"Sir please, please let me go. I will do anything you ask me to do sir. Please sir."

She was crying uncontrollably. The Professor turned to her and smiled.

"See that is what I meant by teaching a lesson. Good. I might let you go early. But even that is going to take some time baby," he laughed maniacally. The old man had lost his senses. Lisa was going mad with fear. Never in her wildest dreams, had she imagined to find herself in such a predicament.

The clips were starting to cause pain now. Also, strength was coming back to her muscles. She started swinging on her restraints and aimed a kick at her tormentor, but the blow was very feeble. The Professor laughed even louder. He got another syringe and injected her with a little more of the drug. When she stopped struggling, he tied two heavy iron blocks to each of her ankles. He then attached a small chain to Lisa's belly button. He got a small stone, which wasn't exactly heavy, but it felt like 10kgs to Lisa when it was attached to the chain from her belly button. He then got a bucket of water and poured the freezing cold water on her. Lisa started shivering violently. Her entire body was screaming in pain, the cold water attacking every centimeter of her perfect body. The cold water ensured that her nipples finally reacted to the stimulation brought by the clips. To add to her misery, the Professor switched on a cooler, the thermometer next to it read -- 2-degree Celsius.

Just a few hours back Lisa was the happiest girl on the planet - a beautiful bride-to-be, a sincere doctor who loved treating her patients, a conservative respected woman. And just a few hours later, she found herself at the mercy of an of an old maniac, almost naked, in a position which was much more than vulnerable. The Professor said,

"Dear, I have to leave now. I have guests coming over. Need to make some preparations for their hospitality," he informed her. An evil smirk painted on his face.

Lisa knew what he was suggesting. He winked at her before he left the room scaring her even more. The door shut behind him, leaving the hot medico alone, wet, shivering, naked, and in pain.

Lisa had lost consciousness. She woke up suddenly to the sound of keys turning in the door and braced herself for what was to come. Her entire body was numb because of the cold. She had seen the temperature drop slowly but constantly. She had lost her senses when the meter showed a temperature of -- 15-degree Celsius. She was in an advanced stage of hypothermia. When the door opened, she saw the servant carrying a tray with a glass of milk and a few biscuits. He kept the tray on the table and turned the cooler off. He switched on the heater. The temperature started rising soon and Lisa started shivering again as her body recovered from the cold. The doctor in her told her that she was in a great risk of suffering from arrhythmia, and prayed to god. She was soon feeling better, when she suddenly realized the presence of the man in the room. She started screaming again as he brought the glass of milk to her lips. He requested her,

"Listen, drink this quietly. If my master hears you, he will come and force it down your throat. I have been ordered to beat you with whips in case you don't agree. So you better drink it quietly."

Lisa nodded in agreement and took a few gulps of the warm liquid. She had forgotten how hungry she was. She had skipped lunch to finish her meeting with the Professor quickly, which she now realized was not getting over any time soon. She almost felt grateful to the young servant. She thanked him and begged him to free her.