When Marie woke up in a dark room, she struggled to sit up before realizing she was tied down. She was on a table, with her legs spread and tied into stirrups, the kind of table she remembered being on at the gynecologists, only this table was cushioned and comfortable and the stirrups were spread a little wider apart than she ever remembered having them at the doctor's. Where am I? She wondered. Though the room around her was dark, she was able to see the outlines of strange furniture all around her. There was a wooden piece of furniture that resembled a sawhorse, but it was padded and bolted with various straps, buttons and harnesses. Marie turned her head to the left and saw another interesting piece. This one looked like the bench she used at the gym to do her sit ups on. The first two thirds of the bench was flat, then at the last third it raised up at a gentle angle and flattened out again to form a flat plain. Various cabinets with locks were affixed to the walls and next to the table she sat on was a tray with medical-looking instruments, one she recognized as a speculum.
What are these things?
Marie was frightened. She seemed to be tied up in a torture chamber.
Then a door opened and a man and woman stepped into the room.
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They were both wearing white lab coats. Even through the heavy fabric Marie could see that they were both very fit. The woman had long blonde hair and her lab coat swept the sides of her long, lean body and large breasts that strained against the buttons of the white shirt she wore beneath it. When they stepped into the room, they glanced briefly at Marie and whispered to each other before exchanging a set of keys and going to the cabinets that were locked on the walls.
Marie tried to speak, but her voice was strained. What had happened to her voice!
"Don't try to speak yet Marie. We had you sedated before you were brought here and the sedatives have an effect on the larynx. Best to just relax." The man spoke to her and walked over to the table she was tied to. "I know you have lots of questions, but the most important answer I can give you, is that you are safe, and we are not going to hurt you." He brushed a soft hand over Marie's wrist to find her pulse, and nodded at the woman who was returning from the cabinet with a tray covered with a sheet.
"We gave her the injection about an hour ago," he told the woman. "She'll be calming down again in the next several minutes."
The woman nodded. "Shall I be the one to tell her then?"
"I think it would be best, hearing it from another woman who's gone through the experience."
The woman set the tray down on a table next to where Marie was laying, spread-eagle. "Marie, I'm going to explain to you why you are here and what will happen to you. You went to bed last night in your home, and this is where you woke up. We have brought you to what is essentially, a breeding facility."
Marie found that her voice was warming up in her throat and she moaned. "A breeding facility? What the fuck is that?"
The woman smiled. "Ah, your voice is returning. The injection we gave you is doing its magic already. I'm going to have Robert leave the room for a few minutes while I explain. Robert?"
"Certainly, Sheila. Buzz me when you're ready."
Robert left the room and then it was just Marie and the woman.
"A breeding facility. It sounds strange, I know. But you were abducted from your home by our team. You were brought to this island after being sedated by our team and you are now part of an experimental group. Essentially, we are trying to populate this island and we are bringing in single women that we've been watching for months now. We've been recording your activity, and monitoring your hormones. You're a fertile woman. We needed you."
Marie was still so confused. Recording her activities? Monitoring her hormones? How?
The woman uncovered the tray she had pulled from the cabinet and revealed a stack of paperwork with photos of Marie's boyfriend clipped to the top. "Your boyfriend's name is Peter, correct?"
Marie nodded and felt a tear come to her eyes. Oh, Peter. He would find her. He would notice she was missing and do anything to find her! "Yes, and he'll find me! He'll take me from here, from you--you people--whatever it is you're trying to do, he'll stop you."
Sheila reached to Marie and touched her hand. "Peter works for us, Marie. He's one of our Seekers, you see. He found you, because you had the genetic makeup we sought. When he seduced you he was able to swab for fertility tests and found that you were indeed a wonderful candidate for breeding. Peter is one of us, Marie."
She couldn't believe it. She had been tricked by the very man she had been making love to every night for the past three months, and where was he now? Sheila answered the question almost as soon as it came to Marie's mind.
"He's here, Marie, and he cares very much for you. But you are here for training. Eventually, you will be impregnated by our staff, and bear a child to help us in our mission. In fact, you will bear many children. There are more just like you. Before I tell you any more, though, we need to do testing.
Sheila flipped a button, and a red light came on over the room's door. Robert opened it and came back in, wheeling in another covered tray that he positioned beside the table Marie was tied to. Her body was beginning to feel warm, and fuzzy. She felt relaxed, not anxious at all. She barely noticed the tray until Robert uncovered it to reveal phalic shaped rubber objects of different sizes, and lots of lubricant.
"We're going to see what pleasures you Marie. Best to just relax and not fight us." Marie nodded and turned her head to the side, watching as Sheila removed her lab coat and undid the top buttons of her blouse to reveal the curves of her voluptuous breasts. Sheila sighed and pressed a button that raised Marie's table up so that she was now in a sitting position with her legs spread in front of her. She could see between her legs to where her mound was exposed to Sheila and Robert, and felt a little embarassed that she had not shaved in some time.
"I'm going to clean you up a little for the doctor," Sheila told her, producing a razor from the tray, which she began moving in gentle lines across Marie's soft pubic hair that disappeared with each stroke. Within minutes, she was shaved bare and feeling even warmer through her body.
"Put the harness on her please," Robert said to Sheila, as he snapped on latex gloves and handed Sheila a harness that Sheila slipped over Marie's abdomen and tighened into place so that Marie could no longer move her hips. The harness had a metal bead that laid flat on Marie's clit, and Sheila pressed a button that made the bead vibrate gently.
"Perfect," Sheila said. "Is she wet enough doctor?"
The pulsing on Marie's clit made her moan and grind her hips. She wanted to push her body up toward it but her hips were fastened down tight to the table and now there was a finger at the entrance of her vagina. It was Doctor Robert's finger, and she felt it push up inside of her slowly.
"Soaking," he said. "Hand me the 7 please Sheila."