St. Haniel Asylum Chapter 1

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#1 of St. Haniel Asylum

This is my first time writing smut. I apologize if the story is cliche at times.

The story is centered around forced ABDL-themed regression therapy and contains medfet themes

All characters depicted are above the age of 18 years.

In a desperate pinch for money, Samuel finds himself sucked into an experimental modern Asylum that practices regression therapy

after regretfully signing a contract (Or maybe he won't regret it)


"I appreciate it, Yeah, you guys know I'll be fine. Always am..." The blonde 21-year-old hyena trailed off before ending the call. The truth was he was farther from fine than ever. His parents had agreed to get him about 200$. Samuel's financial situation was in a downward spiral. The economic state of California was only getting more expensive for a college student like him. Despite being on a 2-month break from school he couldn't find a job. He lived with 3 others in a 3 bedroom apartment. They had spotted his part of the rent the two months prior but agreed that he needed to pay up this weekend. He had 3 days to make 233$ of the 415$ he had to pay. He was desperate for work but without an upfront bonus, that idea was out the window. He had considered whoring himself out at this point. He was troubled to find any meaningful employment after the pandemic. Samuel fell into a depression about a week ago. The only time he felt alive really was while surfing or in the gym. He paced around his shared room for a second. Crashing onto the bottom bunk only to get up immediately in boredom. He sat down at his computer.

The search bar blinked, and his mind dulled as he thought of what to do. Fuck it, they can't all be scams Samuel thought. He searched: Quick Cash Near me. Hitting enter he found himself overwhelmed. Some obvious scams while others seemed convoluted. One thing caught his eye, medical trials. He knew his roommate Ryan did a couple. They were usually harmless and paid well. Pharmaceutical industries had no shortage of cash. Worst case he might get a shitty side effect and get treatment immediately and money. In the best-case scenario, he actually helped cure something alongside some money. He browsed through pages of them. He wasn't eligible for half of them given he didn't have diabetes or other common health issues. Despite being a powerlifter, depression was just too heavy. Every waking moment was spent worrying about the next thing in the day. He spent time at night before bed simply remembering happy times. His old log cabin home in Alaska where his parents took care of everything. He would do anything for one last summer like that. The wonderful meals he and his mom cooked. His brain snapped back as it saw something interesting.

Llorex Inc. brings revolutionary experimental anxiety & depression treatment. Feeling lost or outcast from society? Lose your worries from adult hardship and go back to a worry-free time at St. Haniel Resort. See us at one of our transfer buildings today.

Must be 21 or older with documented cases of depression or anxiety to participate. Housing, food, and personal prescription meds will be provided. Experimental medicine may be used in conjunction with experimental therapeutic programs. Must sign release form & NDA.

He second-guessed himself, dark thoughts swarming his brain. Quickly he realized they must be irrational. I've already been in a real psych ward for suicidality it can't be any worse than that. Samuel thought smugly. He printed both documents attached quickly and saved the outreach location to his phone. He put on some more formal plain clothes, He stormed off downstairs and to the garage. His 1967 Chevy Impala waiting for him. The pretty car would've gone for a small fortune should he sell it but it was a family heirloom, he couldn't bring himself to do it. The engine rattled to life quickly. Within moments he was out the door and on his way.

The outreach location was in a small plaza of stores. An ambulance was in the parking lot which felt weird. Surely it couldn't be related. Stepping out of his car and into the building he felt a bad gut feeling. Black-out curtains covered the outside world as if they had something to hide. He calmed himself once more. He showed his papers to the secretary and was sent off to a room down a hallway behind her. He stepped into the first door on the right as instructed. He was met with a young-looking ferret in doctor's attire. He reached out to shake hands and Samuel met him, "Hi, my name is Samuel, guessing your secretary already paged you or whatever so, here are my documents." Samuel was eager to get things over with, he needed to be out in 2-3 days with the cash to get back to his roommates. The ferret took the paper calmly, "Not even asking my name c'mon Samuel, Well I'm Dr. Higgs, Give me a second I need to scan these quickly." The ferret's playful attitude reassured him. Nothing to worry about. He was scanning documents with his phone. Samuel assumed he was uploading them to some database. His eyes quickly combed through each signature and answered questions. Before too long he was inserting them into a binder of his own and taking out a paper himself, "So Dr. Higgs not to rush but how long does treatment usually take?" Samuel asked. "Please, it's Michael. back to your question, really depends on the patient, could be a couple of days could be longer, As long as we can accurately track 3 metrics and complete the therapy goals you'll be in and out like nothing happened, Mr. Hathway. As to when we start we can have you shipped out right now if you could sign this." He slid over the paper he had taken out earlier. It was a contract, He knew reading it would only scare him more and decided to just look for the signature lines. A fennec fox from behind entered the room handing something to the doctor. Samuel slid over the paper. "Great to have you aboard Samuel, Your payment will be processed shortly, not that you can worry about that or anything for a while." A fake smile flashed across his face. Samuel was confused, his attention fixed on the doctor. He realized the nurse hadn't left for whatever reason but by that moment it was too late. A piercing feeling in his left shoulder penetrated him, he tried to grab out but his lights went out before he could yell. It would be a long time until he would be called Mr. Hathway again.