The Bad Guys Have Sprung Their Trap, Taking Perizat
A job perk for the gang of bad guys included nonconsensual sex. With their captives. Some lingering fear of retribution had them following a sort of protocol to prevent their captives from identifying them, their sites, or being future, credible, witnesses against them.
The gang had, in previous cycles, experimented with adding stripper poles, an open show-all-sides area with fancy drains and playful plumbing for shower shows and even a room sized amphitheater for either paid performances or forced abductee proceedings. Even bad guys learn. They learned a lot. About hostages. About having a venue that could be raided. And about their own sexual adventuring. Drugging usually failed to encourage active performances. (Laughter? Yes! These are the bad guys). Binding was better all around. Having an abductee bound face down on a bench seemed to satisfy the leaders of the gang. But, it soon became obvious that these abducted women really needed to have showers and enemas even if not immediately going on stage, even if deprived of food (because they would not stay long enough to starve, as well as, they were drugged enough that to eat safely was unlikely).
There was an appreciation in this gang for the ritualistic ceremonies that some captives were fed a diet consisting of nothing other than ejaculate. More than once an abductee's face was pushed into a bowl of collected sperm, cereal or even of pet food as their only opportunities for food during ridicule. Among the bad guys were some who enjoyed providing golden showers for the captives. A few insisted on trying to have abductees drink their urine to the glee of all.
None of the abductees were addressed with their own names (other than during [all too rare] ransom negotiations). As the learning curve extended, a later cycle typical experience for the abductee without prospects for ransom went something like this: captured, drugged, brought to the hospital and routed to the ward where the gang members were on staff, with salaries, as if hospital employees at all levels, from handyman to surgeon on the employment rosters that were maintained for benefit of the gang and with hospital staff going along to get along, passing every payroll tax audit.
Once in the ward for the benefit of the gang, staff did provide routine testing of vitals as well as screening for any other medications, recreational drugs or diagnosable health issues. Bear in mind that thanks to regional comprehensive shared medical records, the entire medical histories for all patients' test results and provider visits were available, and accessed freely though without exposure of the nature of the abductor's searches.
Abductees with special health concerns (say, for example, requiring frequent and expensive medications upon risk of death), were simply "admitted" to the hospital as if from the Emergency Medicine Department though not seen there. Those abducted who had sexual diseases were culled, usually dismembered for organ sales, in yet a separate but also black market system within the shelter of this regional medical center. Pregnant and otherwise healthy victims were reviewed for special opportunities.
The tech who was today assigned to do the actual intake for new "patients" to the gang's operatory was surprised one early afternoon to find not one but three waiting for him to do their intakes. He had known that four in a session was a theoretical full slate, but, this was new for him. Easily done for one, slow for two, but never before had he had to process three in one entry so he deliberately stretched out the transition times afforded him. He even took a selfie between two of them, one quite regally coifed and still in mostly undisturbed makeup while the other was absolutely a hippie, with no makeup, not even false eyelashes, hairy armpits to greet his disrobing of her. The third was quite bad smelling. so he decided to look at her only after completing all steps for other two, and, perhaps with extra sets of gloving at that point.
The tech lowered the draping that remained over the two targeted bodies, exposing them for his further efforts and saw the typical suction and slapping bruising on their breasts that the crew had enjoyed inflicting after drugging and before delivering their fresh catch of the day.
In examining cavities he discovered hippie chick had a nasal piercing that did not show until looking up her nose. She would clean up well. She had no scar from any c-section delivery, but, the darkness of her puffy nipples gave her a likely MILF status; he was surprised not to find any past pregnancy in her records, and, sensing a need to relieve his load of sperm, decided to take a break before administering a pregnancy test for her at this moment.
During his break, he added hickeys of his own making to the breasts of both patients. They would not awake, so he pulled and pinched at nipples while imagining his power over women he knew working in other wards. One was the special star of his imaginings, as she often wore clothing that had her nipples obviously erect behind her scrubs. He had often heard lustful claims that she would tap on two hunks for enjoying her penchant for double penetrations during their shared working shifts. Having never (yet) himself been so "tapped," he wanted very much to indulge in his imagining himself there.
