All at once, my body tensed up in the restraints, pulling instinctively against them to escape. The straps squeezed my skin and chafed against my limbs harshly. I couldn't escape, could barely move my limbs. The beeping I heard before quickened to a faster rate. Beep beep beep beep. The dread and fear built in my stomach as the futility of my attempts became clear.
I seemed to be on a medical bed or chair, my arms strapped down to armrests on either side of me. My head still felt foggy, and the panic now overwhelming me made it hard to think clearly. My thoughts were like spilled puzzle pieces, and it took a great mental effort to put them together. My legs were strapped down to more armrests, but ones for my knees, a cushion underneath them. It kept my legs spread apart. With another mental click, I understood. A gynecologist's exam table. The recognition made my blood run cold, and my vision wavered from sheer terror. An involuntary noise escaped my mouth, which made me realize my jaw was held open. Metal pressed against my teeth, and more straps pressed into my cheeks. My tongue pressed against the metal, but it wouldn't move, locked into place. My mouth was dry from being open.
My head rolled. The florescent light above me was bright. Clinical. The room, however, was not. I was in the corner of a small room, walls coming from either side of me. A metal table to my left, a small stool on wheels next to it. Tiny windows along the top of the walls. A cellar. An unfinished one. The floor seemed to be plain concrete. The light above me was the only one in the room, extending only so far beyond me. I could make out a washer and dryer in the far opposite corner, as well as a set of simple wooden steps leading up to a door. To my right was the source of the beeping. A heart monitor. Connected to the various electrodes across my chest. Next to that was an IV bag. My eyes followed the tubing to the little piece of tape in the crook of my elbow.
Sudden footsteps creaking overhead filled my stomach with so much fear that it was nearly nausea. The steps seemed to vibrate through my entire body. The beeping picked up again, displaying my panic, making it difficult to hear the footsteps. Did they stop? Were they coming closer? I willed my heart to slow, straining my ears to hear beyond the heart monitor, which was only beeping more frequently by the second. A door closed above. Then I heard it, footsteps again. Very close now. I stared at the door, dread rolling in my stomach. I wanted to close my legs, my pussy was directly facing the door, completely on display. I wanted to close my eyes but didn't dare.
"...awake now," a muffled voice faded in the second before the door opened. A woman's figure stood silhouetted by the light beyond. Confusion interrupted my fear, cutting it short abruptly. I had expected a man. A crazy scientist, mad doctor type. But it was a woman. As she closed the door behind her, I saw long red hair. A white jacket. Maybe she was a mad doctor after all.
"No, no, I got it all under control," she said, stepping down the stairs. Her voice was melodic and rich. She was talking on a phone pressed against her ear. "Nice try, but I need her to myself for a while first, you know how this goes,"
Her words sent new shivers through me as she came closer, apprehension dawning once again. As her face came into the light, I could see she actually was quite pretty. Stunning, actually. But the light never reached her eyes, so dark they seemed to absorb it.
She stopped about 5 feet in front of me, listening to the phone. Her eyes ran up and down my body, and I longed to close my legs, to hide my nudity that she so greedily took in. A wide, mischievous grin was plastered to her her face. She would almost look crazed if she wasn't so pretty. Instead, she merely looked like she had just done something naughty and gotten away with it.
"You got it," she sounded bored, "the sooner you let me get started, the sooner we both get what we want," she waited a few more beats, "alright, bye bye now," she and slid the phone into the pocket of her lab coat.
"Now, aren't you a sight to behold," her voice held a note of amusement, mocking. "I wondered how long it would take for the drugs to wear off. It's no fun getting started until you wake up,"
She walked closer to me, and every inch of my body wanted to shy away, desperate to flee. "Now, I'm gonna get you all set up, and if you're a good girl, I'll tell you exactly how you got yourself into this little predicament, and what you can expect going forwards," she sounded so casual, so jarringly friendly. She walked over to my left, dragging the metal table over further. It rolled on creaky little wheels. She ended up at a cabinet, opening the door and digging around inside.
