"She lives here," the masked man said in a whisper to the three other men standing with him.
"You're sure?" one asked.
"Yes, I have her information right here," the first man said. "42 Johnson Avenue, Apartment C."
"And you're sure that she's the one we're here to get?" another man asked. The first man nodded once more.
"Will she be alone?" a man in a dark blue mask asked.
"I've been watching the apartment all day, she's come out and gone back in several times, every time she's been alone and I haven't seen anyone else from the windows," the first man replied. "It should also be noted that she put on her information with our company that she lives alone." The three other men nodded in unison.
"Are we ready guys?" They all nodded.
"Joey, you have the supplies?" The man in the dark blue mask nodded and patted a black leather duffel bag in his hands.
"Don, come up to the door with me, Joey and Ed, follow behind us." The three men nodded in unison again.
The lead masked man and another named Don walked up the steps to the front door.
"Key," the lead man said in a hushed whisper. The man named Don reached into his pocket and pulled out a key with the name "Krista" written on a keychain attached to it. He slipped it into the keyhole on the door and with the turn of the key the door swung open automatically with an ominous creak.
Don and the lead man started up the stairs and were followed by the other two men, Joey and Ed. The four men silently walked up three flights of stairs to the top apartment, Apartment C. At the door, Don took the key once more, slipped the key with the name "Krista" into the keyhole, twisted the key in the lock and opened the door with another creak.
The four men walked across the living and dining room of the apartment and down a small hallway to a closed door.
"Joey, you come with me," the lead man said, "you other two stay out here until our signal." They all nodded in unison again. "Here's hoping she's a sound sleeper."
It was fairly routine for the men to do on a regular basis. The women that they filmed on a daily basis often skimmed over the fine print in their contracts and never made any fuss about unconscious filming and examinations. Krista had been one of these young women, and since it had been a month and she hadn't been back to the studio for a following film in that time, the studio decided that they would come and get her to do a film.
Joey and the lead man walked into Krista's bedroom and kneeled next to her bed. Joey already had a blindfold out and ready to put over her eyes which he applied immediately. The lead man reached down into Joey's bag and pulled out a sterile needle with syringe and a clear bottle filled with liquid. The lead man quickly filled the syringe with the liquid and buried it swiftly into one of the main veins in Krista's arm.
All four men almost immediately heard a loud sigh escape from Krista's lips and she became limp in her bed.
"All right," the lead man said. "We're ready." Joey pulled the blindfold off of Krista's eyes and reached down into her bag and pulled out a small bottle of pills. He pulled one from the bottle and slipped it into Krista's mouth.
"A little extra reassurance," Joey said quietly. The lead man picked up Krista with some assistance from the man named Ed and they all left the apartment as quietly as they had entered.
It was five in the morning by the time the small group arrived at the filming studio but there was already an array of people there ready to work. The four men carried an unconscious Krista inside the studio and into a filming room already prepared for her. This room was much different from the room that she had been in for her first film. This room looked much more professional and much more real than the first one. Most conscious women were never brought to this room for filming because of the authenticity of it. There were surgical lights surrounding a cold sterile examination table in the middle of the room, there were tables, trays and counters that were full of gynecological, fetish and sex instruments and off against the far wall of the room there was filming equipment. Krista was briefly sat in a large chair off to the side of the set.
"Strip her down," a man dressed entirely in black said as he walked into the room. Joey, Ed and Don all left leaving only the lead man standing next to an unconscious Krista.
"Where are you going?" the lead man asked the three other men.
"We've had a long day, Michael," Don said, "we don't have the stamina to participate in this." The lead man groaned and stood in front of Krista. He pulled off Krista's socks, followed by her boxer shorts, and he lifted her thin tank top over her head and smiled devilishly at her perky breasts and hard nipples. The man dragged his fingers over her nipples and looked down into her lap, it was his favorite part of any film – stripping the women of their panties. The man hooked his fat fingers in either side of Krista's panties and yanked down. The silky panties slid off her legs easily and with that swift yank, Krista was completely naked in front of three large men. Michael smiled devilishly once more and ran his fingers over Krista's breasts once more and dragged them down her front, down below her navel and down into her fuzzy and moist pussy.
"Is she ready, Michael?" a man off to the side asked with a smile.
"Of course," Michael replied.
He picked Krista up and carried her over to the examination table. He set her down gently, her head lolled off to the side and her mouth dropped open. He pulled her legs out straight, he wouldn't pull her apart...yet.
"Are we filming this one?" Michael asked.
"We will just in case," a man setting up a camera replied. "You might want to get dressed, Michael."
"Yeah, sure," Michael said. He walked out of the room and down the hall to dress leaving the cameraman alone in the room with Krista. He quickly finished setting up the camera and walked over to the unconscious Krista on the examination table.
"Aren't you a pretty one?" he said quietly running his hand over Krista's knees. "You look nothing like the blonde bimbos we often get in here...too bad you have to come in like this." He traveled his hand up her leg and he too buried his fingers inside of Krista's pussy.
"Kevin!" a female voice exclaimed from a far side of the room. The man jumped.
"How dare you," she said, "and how dare someone leave you alone with one of the clients..."
"She's unconscious," the man said.
"Obviously," the woman replied as she walked over to where the man was standing, now a couple feet away from Krista.
"Are you in this one, Kate?" he asked. She shook her head.
"Unfortunately not," she replied. "She hasn't okayed female actresses in her films yet. However, when she does, I will be first in line to examine her!"
"What are you doing here, then?" Kevin asked.
"She needs another injection," Kate replied walking over to Krista with another syringe filled with clear liquid.
"When was her last?" Kevin asked.
"Right before she was taken here," Kate replied. "She's only had one and that was almost an hour and a half ago." Kate leaned over Krista and injected the liquid into Krista's arm in the same place where it had been before. "That should keep her out for at least another two hours."
Kate left the room and as soon as she had left, five men, all dressed from head to toe in aquamarine and white scrubs, entered the room. Michael, the lead man, was in front of them all. They all gathered around Krista, looking over every inch of her body.
"So what are we doing?" a small man asked Michael.
"Whatever we want," Michael replied, "but there will be no intercourse. There is also a limit of three of us around her at all times. We still want the camera to see her, not us." The men nodded. "We will start with medical equipment, advance into some fetish materials, and then finally end with a combination of medical and sex toys." Two of the men went to the counter of restraints. "We will start by restraining her."
Michael smiled and shooed the other two men off, this was his territory as far as he was concerned. He took both of Krista's legs and pulled them apart and pulled her naked body to the end of the examination table, her bottom hanging off of the end. The two men who had been at the restraint counter brought over two large leg restraints. They attached one to either side of the table and Michael placed both of Krista's legs in the two leg-shaped restraints.
"Pull these farther apart, will you?" Michael asked. The two men pulled both restraints apart until Krista was lying completely spread-eagled on the table. The other two men who Michael had shooed off approached the table again with arm restraints. Since Krista was so far towards the end of the table, the two men pulled Krista's arms up over her head and to the back of the table and tied her arms there.