Chapter 1

I awoke with an odd fuzzy feeling in my head. I opened my eyes to a stark white room with three cots, one of which I was laying on. The room had one door and no windows. Monica and Phoebe were still asleep on the other two cots across the room. Slowly I sat up. Where am I? ... What time is it? ... What's going on! Then it all came flooding back! Monica, Phoebe, and myself had been walking back from a local bar. It was late and dark, even for the city streets. As we approached an alley way, a white panel van pulled out of the street and stopped, blocking our way. The front passenger door and side sliding door opened at the same time. Quickly, three women wearing all white cloths jumped out. Before I knew what was happening, one of the women sprayed something in my face. The last thing I remembered was everything going black.

I stood up to try and wake the others. My head still felt unclear, and something was confusing me. Then I realized what was wrong. I was no longer dressed in my skirt and blouse. I was wearing a thick white cotton robe. Monica and Phoebe were dressed the same. My feet were bare. I opened my robe slightly and gave a sigh of relief when I saw that I was still wearing my white cotton panties and white lace bra. Still, someone had removed my cloths. That sent a chill down my back. Fear hadn't overcome me yet. I walked over to Monica and shook her. Slowly, very slowly, Monica began to stir. Phoebe was also starting to come around on her own. Within 5 minutes, both my friends were awake. Neither Monica or Phoebe had any further recollection of the previous night other than what I had remembered. Monica was near tears. Phoebs seemed angry. The door was locked!

I was just about to start yelling and banging on the door, when we heard a male voice. "Welcome ladies!" The sound came from a hidden speaker somewhere in the ceiling. "I am your host, you are my guests". "Who are you", asked Monica? "Where are our cloths", Phoebe yelled! The voice said, "You won't be needing them any longer. As a staff member in our club, we will supply you with all your outerwear". I spoke up, "What club? What are you talking about. You abducted us!" "Enough questions", said the voice. "We've analyzed your body chemistries and have decided that you three will be the first to experience our new way of life. If all goes well, you will soon become believers, just as all the female staff members have." Just then the door opened, and four women came in. All were wearing white jump suits with matching waist high jackets. The voice from the ceiling said, "Phoebe, if you will please allow these four lovely women to escort you to the briefing room." "What if I refuse", said Phoebe, trying to sound hard. "You have no choice", said the voice! Phoebe looked at Monica, then me. "I guess we had better listen", I said. After Phoebe was taken from the room, we continued to ask question, but to no avail. The voice never replied. Ten minutes later, the four women returned. Next was Monica's turn. As she left the room, she looked back at me. Tears were coming down her face. I was alone. Now I was becoming very afraid. The next ten minutes seemed like an hour. When the women returned for me, I was almost relieved. Maybe I would see my friends soon.

The door lead out to a white hall with gray carpet. There were other doors along the corridor. Each had a keypad to the right. We walked to the left, two escorts in front, and two behind. At the end of what seemed like a very long hallway, we came to another door, this one slightly larger that the others. One of the women punched in a code and the door slid into the wall. We entered another corridor which stretched to the left and to the right. This one was curved and only had doors on the inner wall. The women lead me to the right. A short way down this hall, we reached a door labeled 'Prep room 4'. I asked one of the women, "What's going to happen to us?" She gave no reply. In fact, the women hadn't said a word the entire time! The door opened in, and I was lead into a dimly lit room. The only light came from a blue bulb on the back wall. I noticed an odd vertical apparatus in the center of the room.

As the door closed behind, it became so dark, I could barely see. My eyes had to adjust. The device in the center of the room had a rectangular shaped column standing about five feet tall. Extending from the column were five curved arms. At the end of each arm was what appeared to be a tubular metal plate. The curved plates were contoured and positioned roughly at head level, arm level, and leg level. I still didn't realize what the device was used for. Suddenly, two of the women grabbed my arms and quickly pulled off my cotton robe. I started struggling, and yelling, but It was four against one. They pulled me to the center of the room, then pushed me toward the apparatus. My wrists were each placed into a curved plate and then a padded front clamp was added, immobilizing both my arms at my side. To prevent me from kicking, two of the women held my feet in place while my ankles were clamped down. I was helpless, but I continued to struggle and yell. Then, much to my surprise, a strap was brought around by face and a small ball pushed into my mouth. The other side of the strap was attached to a padded plate behind my head, effectively immobilizing my head and also muffling my verbal abuse. One of the women walked over to a previously unseen cart and wheeled it over to me. She removed another contoured plate attached to a bar. She made some adjustments, then placed it behind my upper thigh, and added a front clamp. Three more clamps were added, one to my other thigh, and one to each of my upper arms. The last and largest clamp, was placed behind my lower back and around by waist. Oh god, I thought. What are they going to do to me?

Now I was terrified! I was completely helpless. Women number one (I had no real way to distinguish between the four of them in the dark) picked up a small hand held control from the cart. She aimed it toward me and pressed a button. I heard a low hum from behind, and then felt my body rise about six inches off the ground. My feet still seemed to have support under them. Then my arms began to be rotated until they were pointing in the shape of a 'Y'. Please don't put me in a spread eagle position, I thought to myself. Next, I was tilted slightly back. My legs remained together. Women number two, walked over to the wall directly in font of me, and spoke into a small panel. "Rachael is ready", she said. Then the four of them began to walk behind me and out of view. As the last one pasted me, she paused for a second and let her hand run across my stomach and up over my right breast. Then she winked at me. I heard the door open and close. I was alone. Now it was my turn to cry.

Tears rolled down my face. Then the voice was back. "Rachael, it's time for you to be reunited with your friends!". "You may wish to close you eyes until they adjust to the light". Suddenly the wall in front of me began to split in the middle. A blinding white light streamed through. I closed my eyes. I could see through my eyelids that the wall was opening wider and wider. As I opened my eyes, I realized that I was now moving slowly forward along a yellow line on the floor. The room ahead of me was bright white with curved walls. There were dark windows all around the upper level. And in the center of the lab were Monica and Phoebe! They were both restrained the same as I. Both were wearing only a bra and panties. I continued to move forward until the three of us were arranged in a triangle, about 15 feet apart. Monica tried to yell my name, but it came out as a muffled sound from around her ball gag. Phoebe was still struggling. Then, from behind me, a man appeared. His most striking feature was a lack of hair. He was total bald. He was probably in his early forties, but without hair, it was hard to tell his age. He was wearing what appeared to be surgical pants and shirt, but they were white, rather than the light green that most hospitals use. As soon as he spoke I recognized the voice as the same we had heard earlier. He said, "Ladies, please try to relax". He stood in front of me and looked my body up and down. I closed my eyes again. The though of him touching me at his will was horrible! How could this be happening?

"You've asked many questions, and now you will get the answers. I am in charge of this facility. I am also it's founder." As he spoke, he walked in a large circle, passing behind each of us. I could only turn my head partially left or right. He continued, "The club, as we refer to it, has many members, some are female, most are male. The members pay a fee to belong. This fee is extreme. Only the most elite can afford it. The staff consists almost entirely of women, save for myself and one or two other key board members. None of the female staff is here of their own free will! Yet they all remain, as will you three." Monica tried to say something, but her muffled sounds were ignored. "You're probably thinking that I have enslaved these women." This was exactly what I was thinking. "Well, you are right! But being a slave, or 'Staff Member' as we prefer, is not all so bad as you might think. Many years ago, I began developing a drug for the government. A drug to be used for chemical warfare. The idea was to render the enemy unwilling to fight. We focused our research on hormones and the pleasure center of the brain. Unfortunately, the drug had some limitations and side effects which were unacceptable to the military. One such limitation was its ability to only affect women. In the end the project was canceled. I have spent the last 15 years recreating and perfecting my drug, but for a different purpose. It is called ORG-X!" The man continued to speak. Never once did he mention his name. "When administered in small continuous doses, ORG-X causes it's victim to become unable to think for themselves. They still remain fully aware and are willing to complete any simple task given to them. It also provides a slightly enhanced sexual drive. In effect, the women are always horny! When the dosage is increased, the women becomes highly aroused, and can experience incredible sexual stimulation and orgasm. Now, that doesn't sound so bad?"