Chapter 2

For the moment I was still me. I still had my mind. But the moment didn't last long. The bald man returned soon after he left. He was wearing a fresh set of pants. He was also accompanied by a young looking blond hared girl. She couldn't have been any older than 18. She had on a thin white lab coat and nothing on her legs. I could see the dark color of the nipple clamps on her breasts through the coat. She looked attentive, but said nothing. He looked to the girl and said, "Missy, would you be so kind as to remove the vibrator from Phoebe and bring her back to a release position." Missy immediately complied. She removed the strap and let the vibrator slip out. Phoebe's moaning had started to subside about 5 minutes earlier. Now she seemed dazed. Missy used the remote to bring Phoebe's arms and legs back to a normal position at her side. "Well ladies, one down, two to go! But before the final procedure, I'll need to run one last test. One that could not be done while you were drugged. I need to take a sample of your pussy juices while you are aroused! Oh, and I almost forgot. I'm going to need to measure you for a pair of nipple clamps, on the outside chance that the vaginal implant fails." "My heart was racing with fear." "So lets get to it", he said. "Missy, you prep Rachael, I will do Monica". Missy walked over to me. She looked me in the eyes. I shook my head to plead that she didn't continue. But, with scissors in hand, she cut my bra straps and released my full breasts. Then she picked up the remote for my unit. Now I was struggling. I pulled against my wrist restraints. I pulled against my ankle restraints. I begged through my gag for her to stop. But slowly I was spread-eagled. Then I felt the cold of the scissors against my leg. Snip. The left side of my panties fell loose, revealing my shaven pussy. I could feel how open my vaginal lips were from the spread-eagle position. I could do nothing to prevent any violation of my privates. Snip, the rest of my panties fell to the floor.

I looked over at Monica. The man had just finished undressing her. She too was spread wide open. Her breasts, although smaller than mine, were beautiful. Obviously the bald bastard also thought so. "Monica", he said, "You are really incredible looking!" She seemed to be pleading with him not to touch her. Just then Missy turned and spoke to the man, "Sir, she's ready, shall I proceed?" "No, I'd rather you take care of Monica. I have a special surprise for Rachael". He went over to Phoebe and started to whisper in her ear. I watched Missy as she approached Monica. "Sir, may I remove my lab coat?" "If you wish Missy", he replied. She unbuttoned the coat and placed it behind Monica. Now all she had on was her very high cut white panties. The two black nipple clamps were a stark contrast against her creamy white breasts. She began to touch Monica. First her hands ran up the sides of Monica's long legs, then across her stomach, and finally began to cup her breasts. She began to kiss and suck Monica's nipples. Monica seemed dazed, but continued to shake her head "No". As Missy's kisses moved down Monica's body, I could see her nipples were erect. I blushed as I realized that I was watching my best friend being sexual aroused by another woman. Suddenly, Phoebe was standing in front of me, her breasts just inches from mine. "Hi Rachael", she said. "Mr. Tripp has asked me help out." "Phoebe, no talking please". At least I knew his name now. But oh god, Phoebe, please no, I thought. But then she was kneeling down in front of me. She placed her hands behind me and began to explore may ass. I saw her head move toward my most private parts. I felt her tongue, warm, on the outside of my lips. She moved her tongue along the edges, up towards my clit. She slashed it with her tongue, then pushed down and deeper, spreading my already open pussy. My nipples became hard and were pointing straight forward. This can't be happening. "Phoebe, please stop", I tried to say. I was becoming very turned on. My clit was swollen, and she began to alternately suck and rub it with her lips and tongue. Then she nipped with her teeth, sending both pain and pleasure through my body. Now Mr. Tripp was watching, taking great please at seeing my friend violate me. He picked up the caliper and began to measure my erect nipples. I felt so degraded. My body had deceived me, and I wasn't even drugged yet. I looked across at Monica. Missy had her hands on Monica's hips and was probing deeply into her cunt with her tongue. My eyes met Monica's. We both new we were feeling the same thing. Monica's head rolled back slightly and she moaned.

All of a sudden, I heard Phoebe moan. I look down as best I could. She had three of her fingers deep inside of her pussy. She continued to bring me closer to orgasm and now herself also. Mr. Tripp looked down and said, "Phoebe, let me help you". He kneeled down behind her and untied his pants once again. Pulling her hips up, and spreading her legs slightly, he entered her from behind. "Oh yessss, deeeeeper!", she moaned. He began to pump faster, staring at my breasts. I closed my eyes, succumbing to Phoebe's new found skill. I felt a new sensation. Phoebe was inserting one, then two of her fingers into my tight wet hole. Her tongue continued to work my clit. My muscles squeezed down on her fingers. Finally I began to reach the point of no return. My body began to twitch. "OuuuuuAhhhhhmmmmffffaaaaaeeee!" Seeing me orgasm must have been enough to put Tripp over the edge. He let out a long yell, then flopped down on Phoebe's back, his hands cupping her dangling breasts. Phoebe looked up at me, her chin dripping with my cum, her legs dripping with his cum. Mr. Tripp stood up, his penis still very erect. He pulled up is pants and asked Phoebe to step aside. From the cart he removed what looked like a Turkey baster. He squeezed the ball on the end and slowly inserted it into my wet vagina. I felt like crying, screaming, pleading. Instead I looked across the room. Missy was just removing a tube from Monica. Her eyes were closed. I saw her cum dripping down her leg and knew she too had succumbed. Mr. Tripp sucked some of my sexual fluids into the cylinder and was now emptying it into a petri dish. Missy did the same with Monica's juices. "The tests should not take long he said. In the mean time, I'll let you rest." With that, he moved my legs and arms back to a side-by-side position. My fingers tingled as the blood returned. Missy did the same with Monica. Then he dismissed Missy and asked her to escort Phoebe to the showers. The two left through a different door. Before he left, he surprised the both of us by removing our gags. My jaw muscles were sore. Monica looked at him as he walked toward the door. "Why, why us? Please don't do any more to us. There must be others who would be more willing." As he left, petri dish in hand, he said, "Girls, the bests is yet to come!"

"Monica, are you all right?", I asked. "I'm not sure? That girl, did you she what she did to me? And I came! I didn't want to, but she knew just how to touch me. I'm so ashamed. And that man, he's going to rape us, isn't he? Just like he did to poor Phoebe." "Monica, I'm afraid he's going to do more than that to us. We have to try and resist. Don't succumb to his torture, his drugs. We have to try!" "Rachael, is this a dream. It must be a dream." We both hung there quietly for the next few minutes. I wanted to be strong, but my will power was fading. How could I resist a drug, if I couldn't even control my body with Phoebe? Monica woke me from my thoughts. "Rachael, promise me something. promise me that you'll never let me do to you what Phoebe did." But before I could respond, the door opened again. Mr. Tripp had returned.

"Good news girls, you passed with flying colors." My heart sank. "Listen you crazed bastard, people will be looking for us. You can't expect to get away with kidnapping three woman without someone noticing something!" "Oh I'm sure they're looking for you back in the 'Big Apple'. Maybe eventually they'll spread their search to the surrounding area. But I don't think they'll come looking for you on this island, 8000 miles away!" He smiled, "No one has ever been found" Monica started to cry softly, tears running down her cheeks, then dripping onto her pink nipples. "Enough small talk", he said. "If you wish I can put your gags back in". I shook my head, "No please don't". "Good", he said. "I'd rather hear your reactions to the process as it's happening". I bit my lip to prevent a slew of obscenities. He continued to speak, "Let's get down to business. The actual insertion of the ORG-X vaginal implant will be achieved using a modified version of a device, normally used by our club members for their enjoyment." He walked over to the wall, opened another closet door, and rolled out a second cart. This one had not drawers, just two shelves. On each of the shelves were components to some machinery. "We'll start with you Rachael. Please keep your mouth shut, or I'll have to replace the gag." Once again, my arms and then legs were stretched to a wide spread-eagle position. I was shaking with fear. He removed a long rectangular device from the cart. It had various panels, and switches on it. kneeling down he attached the thing to the column below and behind me, so that it protruded from between my legs about 18 inches below my privates. He returned to the cart and picked up a white porcelain probe which was about an inch in diameter and 5 inches long, rounded at the tip. He reached for a tube of cream and applied a small amount to the probe. "Oh god, please don't put that in me", I pleaded. He walked behind me. I heard a click, then a low hum. "Try to relax Rachael". Suddenly I felt a pressure on my asshole. The tip of the probe was pushing against my tight hole. Then it slipped into me, stretching me open. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh Stop, please stop". I felt all 6 inches deep inside my ass. It hurt. Thank god for the lubrication. "Ok Rachael, just remain calm while I prep Monica." Monica screamed, "No, not me! Please don't put that in me. Pleeeease noooo." "Now Monica, I don't want to have to gag you. Be a big girl and calm down". Monica hushed, but continued to sob quietly. Soon she was spread-eagled. She looked so helpless and vulnerable. Tripp removed a panel from the support column behind her, and attached the same device below her legs as he had done to me. Monica and I watched has he prepared the same probe that was pushed deep inside my ass. From my view I could watch him do to Monica what I could only feel him do to me. He attached the probe to a small arm which protruded from the top of the device. A wire was also plugged into the base of the probe. Then he angled the probe up toward Monica's ass and pressed a button. The same low hum emanated as the arm pushed the probe upward, until Monica screamed out again, "Noooooooooooooohhhhh. Please, not so deeeeep."