I pulled on my cream wool coat and looked in my handbag one last time to make sure I have everything. Phone, check. Wallet, check. Keys, check. Turning behind me to grab my large burgundy suitcase, I exited her apartment, locking the door behind me.

As I walked down the hallway of my apartment building, my four-inch heels clicked, echoing loudly in the small space. I arrived at the elevator, and entered, pressing for the basement. As I am waiting for the elevator to move, I unlock my phone to re-read the messages from Jessica.

"I can't wait for our trip! I'm so excited that I'm getting married, and girl, you are the best maid-of-honor EVER! See you in the Bahamas xx"

I smiled to herself and locked my phone once again with my neatly manicured fingers. The elevator doors pinged open, and I begin to walk across the parking lot to my Mini Cooper on the other side of the lot.

"Ms. Swan?" said a gravely man's voice from the shadows. I hesitate and turned to the sound.

"Yes?" I respond. "Can I help you at all?"

"I'm sorry, my friend and I just needed to make sure." the man's voice came again, as he walked slowly into the light.

He was tall, maybe 6'5", and he was wearing a charcoal overcoat. His eyes were heavy set, and he had a 5'oclock shadow coming in. Another man was behind him, dressed similarly, with blond hair held in a bun.

I frown. Why were these men being so weird?

"Well, I have a flight to catch, so if there is nothing, I can do for you, I really must be going," I reply politely, putting my hand back onto my suitcase handle and starting to my car once again.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't been very clear," the man chuckled. "We do need something from you."

I sigh exasperatedly. These men were being ridiculous, I was going to miss my flight, and Jessica would be furious.

The blond man advanced towards me. "We need you to come with us ma'am." He suddenly grabbed me, pressing a blue, damp towel to my face, covering my mouth and nose. I struggled, holding my breath for as long as I could, but my lungs gave out and I gasped a lungful of air before everything went black.

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When I awoke, I came to slowly. The first thing I noticed was that I was freezing, and everything hurt. I opened my eyes to darkness, but as they adjusted to the dim, I realized I was in the back of a moving van. The blond man from earlier was sitting in the corner watching me.

As I took in my surroundings, I realized I was freezing because I had no clothes on. They appeared to have stripped me, leaving me in only my heels, and bra and panties, which were lacy and sheer. I was also tied up, and unable to move. My feet were bound together, and my arms bound together and secured behind my back with a rope around my midsection. I had a pounding head ache and shut my eyes right when the van took a sharp turn and I toppled over with the force, now lying face down on the metal floor. Groaning, I wiggled around to be face up again, and wondered where on earth I was headed.

Apparently, I would find out soon however, as the van began to slow, the tires rolling over what sounded like gravel. The blond man stood up and walked over to me, and I flinched, nervous he was going to knock me out again. He took a strip of fabric from his pocket, and tied it over my eyes, leaving me unable to see.

The van came to a complete stop, and he took the rope off my legs. "If you kick, run, or try anything funny, I will knock you out again." He warned. He then lifted me up as the doors opened and carried me out of the van and set me down. The cold air shocked me, the chill breeze biting at my exposed skin. The man prodded my back and I stumbled, before beginning to walk in the direction he was leading me. It was extremely difficult walking on the rough gravel in my heels, but I tried to walk with the utmost grace.

I heard doors open ahead, and the man warned me of steps before we climb towards what I can only assume to be the entrance to a building. Once we're inside, he pulled me left, and we entered an elevator. The man pressed a button, and we began to move. It was slightly warmer inside, but I still began to shiver.

The doors pinged open, and we exited the elevator. I was led to a padded table, lifted and my ropes removed before being restrained to the table by my neck, arms, waist, thighs and feet. I was utterly unable to move or see.

The sound of footsteps left the room, and a heavy door closed behind them. I lay on the table for what felt like an hour before the door reopened and someone entered the room. I could hear breathing as they circled the table, my apprehension growing. The steps moved away, and I heard a draw open and close, before the steps came back. Something cold and metallic touched between my breasts, before I felt my bra being cut in half. The person cut each strap on my shoulders, before carefully removing the undergarment, my breasts now open to the chill air, my nipples perking up. They repeated this process on my panties. I tried not to squirm at all throughout this process.

The person seemed to stand and look at me for a long period of time. I felt as if I was holding her breath in apprehension. Suddenly, they flicked some switched on the table next to me, and I felt myself moving as the table readjusted, elevating me and spreading my legs, so that the table now felt as if it resembled an examination table at a gynecologist. My pussy was wide and exposed, and I felt my stomach clench in embarrassment. The person made a satisfied noise, before walking over to the draw once again.

I gasped as the person began to slide something foreign inside me. I felt it fill inside me, before they clicked a button and it began to vibrate. Against my will, I could feel myself becoming wet. The person continued, moving to my breasts and attaching what felt like a clamp over one of my nipples, and then the other. There must have been a chain attached to the clamps, because I felt them being tugged on, and gasped once again in response.

I could feel myself building up, and the vibrations inside me increased. My breathing became heavy as I felt myself go over the edge, my body pulling at the restraints in response.

I heard the click of a pen, and a scribble. I could only assume they were writing notes down. They removed the clamps from my breasts, and the vibrator from my pussy. They then put a ball in my mouth, gagging me.

There was a quick swooshing noise, before I felt something smack my thigh. I tried to cry out in pain, but the gag only made it come out as a muffled noise. Again, the item came down, this time hitting my navel. All over my body rained down these hits, each time I could feel the heat rising in the spot just touched. After what felt like an eternity, they stopped, and the pen clicked and scribbled again.

These tests went on for hours, the person saying nothing, but giving me orgasms and timing me, spanking me, and at one point, they even used a tape measure to measure everywhere possible on my body.

Finally, they seemed to be done. I could hear items being put away, before they exited the room, the door closing heavily behind them. I felt so exposed, lying naked and open on the table. I was also exhausted after the marathon of examinations I had just endured.

The door opened once again, and a woman's voice sounded.

"I'm going to unstrap you from the table ma'am, and then taking you to your next location. Please don't attack me in any way, or I'll have to call the boys in here to take care of you."

I lay still as the woman moved around me, loosening each of the straps. She then gently lifted me off the table, helping me to stand.

"Let's take these off too", she murmured, and I felt her remove each of my heels, and then my blindfold.

The woman looked to be in her 20s and had beautiful curled auburn hair, tied in a pony tail. She was pale with blue eyes and wore what looked like a white pleated tennis skirt, a white crop top, and tall white heels.

I looked around the room. It reminded me of a hospital, with white walls, and white floors. I could see the table I had been on, lined with a blue sterile sheet. There were bright lights directed at the table. Along the wall there was a chest of draws and a desk.

The girl tapped my arm to bring my attention back, "This way ma'am," she said, leading me toward a metal door.

We walked out the door, and down a hallway. There were many doors along the hall, and I wondered what was inside them. More rooms like the one I had just been in? Or perhaps something else? They turned a corner to another hallway, with more doors.

The girl led me up a flight of stairs, and down another hallway, before stopping outside a metal door, with the name 'Dr Carlisle' written on it. She knocked loudly on the door, and a few seconds passed before the door opened wide to reveal a young man, perhaps in his early 30s.

"Oh, Emmett finished with her early! Good, good." He smiled. "Bring her in."