Amnesia Ch. 03

Chapter 03

Mia Dalton was 5'5" tall, or 160 cm. She was 120 lbs, or 55 kg, or eight and a half stone. She had auburn hair with, some would say, amazing tission highlights. Dark eyebrows made her lucky. She didn't have to pencil on an expression every morning as many red-headed girls did. Her eyes were kind of green, a bluish green, no, maybe more blue, let's say hazel. Her breasts were 32C, topped with pink nipples. They became erect easily and frequently. She had just turned eighteen yesterday, and she had daringly shaved off her pubic hair to feel sexy. Now she was all naked and smooth down there, and liked to stroke her smooth mons as she masturbated with her other hand. Sometimes she pressed right down hard on her button as she finished. Other times she gripped her clitoris by its hood and wiggled it: up and down, back and forth. When she had time, she often gave herself several orgasms. Now she had a new fantasy to masturbate to, one much more real. Her fingernails and toenails were painted a matching pink.

The moment the driver was finished feeding her the last of his urine, rapist #1 sprayed her with an ice cold hose. The spray was so hard it was painful. She shied away from it while rapist #1 moved her toward it and wanted to spray her in very tender places like her cunt. "If you resist," he said, "it's up on the winch." Hearing this, she cooperated with the cold torture. She couldn't even grimace because of the jaw spreader.

Fortunately, the cold water spray torture lasted only a few minutes. It seemed as though they wanted to remove as many traces of their crimes as they could. At the end, they rubbed her with a couple moderately mildewy towels. Then the jaw spreader came out. Her jaw hurt! The hood went back on. Darkness. Her handcuffs were undone and reattached in the front. They lifted and carried her into the van and attached her handcuffs to a bar along the inside of the van.

"If you ever breathe a word of any of this to anybody," said the driver, "we'll kill you along with the ten people you have the most contact with. We can get that information from your phone."

"I promise I won't if you just let me go," pleaded Mia.

The van started moving. They drove and drove and drove. Eventually, Mia found a comfortable position on the mattress and pillows against the side of the van and fell asleep.

Hours later, Mia was awakened by spit-slicked fingers stroking her labia and clit. It felt like unlawful penetrator #2 was at work again. Shortly thereafter, another man, definitely rapist #1, started squeezing her breasts and sucking and tweaking her nipples. Unlawful penetrator #2 became more insistent, fingering her now slick slot and stroking her legs and body. This went on and on in the jiggling van until the inevitable happened. She orgasmed. "OWUHHHH!!"

"Can I have her cunt?" asked unlawful penetrator #2.

"No," said the driver.

"Come on, both of you did," said unlawful penetrator #2. "She's ready to go, and I'm very worked up. It'll only take a few minutes."

"No way," said rapist #1. "They might notice something's amiss. We might not get paid."

"Say even we do get paid," said the driver. "They might drop her in a river after a few hours. Do you want the police to get interested with your DNA up everywhere in her body?"

"And yours isn't?" argued unlawful penetrator #2. "These folks must be great at hiding bodies. If they off her, the only thing anyone will ever find is shards of scattered bone, perhaps. Now let me fuck her! I promise I'll wipe her up thoroughly afterward. They'll never notice. I'm a professional."

"No," said the driver. "We stick to the methodology. It has kept us safe. After this, I promise, we'll pick up a girl just for us, a sweet girl, a beautiful girl, innocent, junior high school, maybe even grammar school. We can rape her for days, do anything we want to her. But our people are expecting this girl. If we don't keep our word, they'll stop using us."

"All right you fucking hardass," said unlawful penetrator #2.

Mia didn't know whether to be happy or sad about this.

Minutes later, the van jerked to a halt. The side door rolled open and a blast of cold air froze Mia. The driver was talking to someone away outside. Her cuffs were unlocked from the bar. Rapist #1 stood her naked on her feet in the freezing cold outdoor air. She hoped to hell they would take her inside from here, because it she was left out here, she would freeze to death.

Two sets of strong arms grabbed her, lifted her off her feet, and carried her away. Behind her, she heard the van start up, clunk into gear, and roll away. Her last connection to her former life and identity was gone.

Blessedly, the strong arms carried Mia through a swinging, clanging door inside. It was cold in here but not freezing cold. Her hood was removed. It looked like the inside of a prison. The men next to her looked like guards of some sort. Or maybe they were orderlies. Something between guards and orderlies. "I'm an American!" she insisted, in case anyone was interested.

A buzzer sounded, and the door in front of them clicked. She was lifted by her handcuffed arms and carried through. There was more carrying of her. There was more walking through doors that buzzed and clicked. By then they had taken so many turns that she couldn't find her way back outside if someone held a gun to her head, which was looking increasingly possible. And she was stark naked, without a scrap of clothing. The burly guards couldn't hide their interest, especially downstairs, where she was generally looking in order to avoid eye contact. Their impressive cocks were hard in their tactical pants. They were like two salivating wolves. This was just great. NOT.

The guards carried her into a room with a gynecological examination table. It was thankfully fairly warm in there. They hooked her handcuffs to a bar above her head. They put her feet in the examination stirrups and secured them with straps. Then they spread her wide, wide, wide, as far as her legs could stretch apart without it being painful. Luckily or unluckily, she was pretty stretchy. She'd done ballet and gymnastics over the years and at one point tried out to be a cheerleader. Then the guards pulled her hips forward, forward, forward until her naked ass and bare pussy were at the edge of the able. The guards both went and stood against the far wall across from her, grinning. They had an excellent view of her spread open crotch area.

A couple of minutes later, a man tottered into the room. It was an old, old, old, old Asian man. He was not dead but looked wrinkly and scabby enough to be. "Now who do we have here?" Dr. Wong enthused. "An elf maiden perhaps, captured out in the forest! What else could account for your exquisite beauty, my dear! And who do we call ourselves?"

Mia thought. She didn't trust any of these people as far as she could throw them, so she was sure as fuck not giving up a scrap of information about herself. "The other elves call me Amanda. But everyone knew me as Nancy."

"Amanda, are we?" said the nearly ossified Asian man. "And a Beatles fan as well. Amanda, you can call me Dr. Wong."

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"I remember this guy!" Mia said excitedly. "He was Dr. Wong, from right down the hall here. So I must have been sold to here. How can that be??"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa," said Dr. Benson. "Back up. It's more likely that your memory is filling in real gaps caused by your trauma with other memories, like a doctor you met recently with another doctor you met recently. You'd be shocked at how unreliable human memory is, Mia. I'm just saying, don't start making up grand conspiracy theories in your head. We'll go over the rough parts until they're all smoothed out, okay? I promise. But believe me, this kind of shit happens to highly traumatized people all the time, and if they go chasing those butterflies, or collapsing all those memories all together or however you want to say it to try to make sense of it, sometimes they never come back. That's one way in which I'm very useful to you. I'll write down what you believe as you tell your story, and then we can examine your beliefs together and find our way to a workable useful truth. Let's agree provisionally that this old coot you met at wherever the hell they sold you reminds you in your mind of Dr. Wong, who is, I admit, he looks kind of scary, doesn't he?" Benson laughed.

"Listen, I kid you not," Mia smiled. "The flowery flattery. The tottering. The scabs. Maybe they're twins!"

Benson laughed. "Look, you don't have to worry about that right now. Just call him Wong's twin or just Wong. It's fine. We'll sort it out later. What's more important is letting out all these traumatic memories you initially blanked out. Let's just go with it and see how far we get. But before we continue, I want to check in. You've already recounted a story straight from the lowest pit of hell. I try to hold my tears; you shouldn't need to deal with me, but I've had a few during our session here. Your story so far is gruesome in the extreme. We both know that the condition we found you in could more than account for any and all of it. How are you feeling about that?"

"I feel fine," said Mia. "I feel like continuing to tell my story and uncovering more of what happened to me."

"This is a common reaction from rape survivors," said Benson. "For example, that part was painful. For example, this part was actually fun. Like they're reviewing a movie. They want to remove themselves from the actual experience of it because it's a lot, an awful lot to take in. We don't have to get into such details now. I just want to warn you that you are doing this and that we'll return to the feelings. We want you to be able to own and truly feel every experience of your life as your whole self when we reach the end of this healing process. Fair enough?"

"Holy crap," said Mia.

Benson laughed. "But for now, just the facts ma'am, that is, what you remember of them." He looked at his notes. "Okay. There you are, completely naked, restrained to a gynecological exam table, wrists handcuffed above your head, feet strapped into the stirrups, legs spread apart as far as you can tolerate, with two burly guards staring at your privates. Dr. Wong or Dr. Wong's twin, or however you want to think about him for now, walks in. What happens then?"

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Dr. Wong tottered more than walked, just like our Dr. Wong. Introductions were made.

"I'm an American citizen," said Mia. But now I'm Amanda. Amanda, Amanda, Amanda!

"I would hope so," chuckled Wong.

"You don't scare me," said Amanda.

"I would hope not," chuckled Dr. Wong. "I'm just here to give you a standard STD screening, search you for drugs or contraband, and a few other simple tests. Nothing to be concerned with."

"Those people out there grabbed me off the street and SOLD me to the people in here!" Amanda shouted, launching her bruised wrists against the already painful handcuffs. The guards bounced off the walls.

"Please, my darling dearest," pleaded Wong holding up his hands. "Please calm yourself. You're not doing yourself any favors getting agitated, I insist."

Looking at the guards, Amanda backed down. She was not going to overpower two burly guards while chained and strapped to an examination table. "I'm calm," she said. "You seem like a reasonable man, doctor. You're the first friendly person I've met since I was grabbed off the street, in fact. But what I'm telling you is true. Please help me."

Dr. Wong laughed. "If I had a penny for every unlikely story I've heard over the years, well, I would be a very rich man. And I'm not!" he chuckled. " 'I'm innocent!' they insist. 'Do I look like I could cut out my husband's liver while he was still alive on the living room floor?' they plead, batting their eyes. How about this. I'll perform my tests that I'm paid to perform. You take the tests on your best behavior. The body doesn't lie. If it looks like you've been grabbed off the street and sold, then we'll talk more. Fair enough? My word as a scientist!"

"It would seem I have no other reasonable choice," said Amanda. "If I resist, I'll just waste both our time with likely no practical result."

"Aha!" said Wong, tapping his temple. "Smart as well as beautiful as an elven princess. I've been blessed with riches beyond bounty today."

Wong put a blood pressure cuff around Mia's arm, or rather Amanda's arm. He pumped it up, took her blood pressure, and recorded it. He put a thermometer on her tongue and a blood oxygen device on her finger and recorded those readings as well. He had the guards unhook her wrists from the bar above her head and sit her up. While he listened to her heart, the guards began playing with her nipples. Her 32C breasts had that perky growing youthfulness. Her pink nipples were also growing into the mature feature they would become. The guard on her left started sucking on her left nipple. Her nipples sprang to full tight hardness. Oh God! Her nipples had never been this hard before.

"Doctor," said Amanda with complete measured calmness, "the guards are molesting me."

"My sweet darling," said Dr. Wong, "these poor young men work eighteen hour days with very little chance for diversion. We need them here because, otherwise you would try to kill me and escape, would you not? And then where would we be?"

"Would you mind telling them to stop?" asked Amanda politely.

"I can't listen to your heart or your abdomen or your breathing while you're talking. You may note that these guards you're complaining about are remaining quiet," said Wong, a little miffed. "But for your complaining, we'd already be done and they'd be back against their wall. I invite you to quiet yourself, my sweet, and solve your own problem. Or are they hurting you darling? Breasts tender?"

"No," said Amanda quietly. "These cuffs are hurting me, though." She felt like one of those cartoon characters with steam shooting out of her ears. It was time for her to swallow that anger, as even girls her age are well versed, and wait for a better time. To be perfectly honest, to be completely honest, her breasts were on juicy fire, and she was loving the attention. Having two gentle and fairly handsome and muscular guys kissing and stroking her ta-tas was not the worst experience that could befall a girl by far, as she had so recently learned.

Wong quickly completed listening to her heart and her breathing. "Switch her to the padded restraints. Oh what terrible wrist wounds! We'll have to dress those." Somewhat reluctantly, the guards gave up suckling her erect nipples and pawing her titties to strap her back to the rail with much softer restraints. They resumed their stations lounging against the far wall and admiring her twat.

Wong blew up the blood pressure cuff again, marked a vein, and let out the air. He stuck in a small needle and filled three small test tubes with her blood. Then he gave her an injection in her shoulder.

"What's that?" Amanda asked.

"Just some standard vaccinations," said Dr. Wong. "We wouldn't want you to catch a cough in here, oh no."

Amanda decided not to fight it. If she hadn't fought the guards molesting her breasts that much, she could hardly complain about a vaccination against the germs those dogs had left all over her titties.

Dr. Wong put on gloves and started poking and prodding her on her neck and throat, then in her mouth. He then luxuriated on both her breasts much like the guards did, but minus the oral part. He palpated her abdomen deeply and checked up and down each of her legs. He squeezed all over her ass, very available since she was so spread in the stirrups.

Wong took off the gloves and threw them away. He spread goo on his fingers and stroked her vaginal lips, tracing the inner and outer ones. It felt wonderful! She was trying to take it in stride. This was an examination. It felt so damn good! She was grinding her teeth trying not to lose control. Her hips shuddered as they started to rock with the lovely sensations, but she held them back. It was excruciating pleasure. She felt like all it would take is for the doctor to touch some random unexpected part of her body and she would explode in surprise orgasm.

Wong broke the near orgasmic spell when he shoved a cold slick metal thing up into her vagina. It had a hinge that spread her hole painfully. Wong turned on a flashlight and looked in. "Well, you're not hiding anything in here that's not supposed to be here," he remarked. "So taut, so moist, so delectable!"

This guy was a perv's perv. He was so old he didn't even know how inappropriate he was being. "So... the kidnappers," Amanda interrupted.

"The kidnappers," repeated Wong. "These people who presumably stole you off the street, you mean?"

"Yes, them," said Amanda. "They raped me and broke my hymen. You can see that, right?"

"Amanda," Wong said in a condescending tone. "Most girls your age have already lost their hymen. Any kind of vigorous sports activity can generally do it. And now you say these men raped you. Which is it? Selling or raping? And why did you say kidnapping? Was there ransom involved?"

"They raped me AND sold me!" Amanda insisted. The guards bounced off the wall. "Respectfully."

"Dear Amanda," Wong said sweetly. "Your story gets more convoluted and improbable every time you open your mouth. Why don't you just rest your sweet lips and let me complete my examination, eh?"

Amanda desperately wanted to kill all men. With an effort of will highly trained in all women, she cooled her jets. The cold metal thing scraped out of her vagina. Ugh.

Wong slid a similar contraption through her anal ring into her rectum and opened the hinge. That was an eye opener! It hurt like the dickens. He shined in a light. The hinge closed. Sigh of relief. And the cold metal retreated from her body.

"I can see my examination continues to upset you. This little screen should help you stay calm, my dear." Wong rolled a little screen across the room and over her abdomen. Now she couldn't see anything the doctor was doing below her belly button.

A very gentle whirring started that, given her already high level of excitement, gave her incredibly delicious sensations in her clitoris and surrounding area. A powerful orgasm rocked her world. She mostly swallowed it, "Ahhhh!" It took all her self-discipline not to howl her lungs out. "What are you doing, doctor?"

"Sweet one," replied Dr. Wong. "It does in fact seem that your body shows some signs of extreme wear and tear, let's just say. This little device allows us to determine whether anything has been so damaged that it needs a little stitch here or there for it to heal properly. A stitch in time saves nine, after all." He chuckled. "I'm sorry, I know the sensation might be difficult to tolerate."

"Hmmmmm-mmm!" Amanda tried to hold it together. She tried to breathe. She knew she must be weeping girl juice. She knew her hips must be rocking. She couldn't help herself! "NNNNNAHHHH!!" she pleaded.

"It appears you're very responsive," admitted Wong. "This test can feel quite pleasant. I could linger for a moment or two if you'd like."

"Noooooooo!" shuddered Amanda with great self control and an orgasm. "We should mooove oooonnnNNN!" she orgasmed again. The vibrations lingered even longer, sliding up and down her slit. "NNNNNGHH!!" She orgasmed a third time. She was in an out-of-control chain of delicious orgasms.

Finally, the whirring sound stopped and the delicious sensations relented. Amanda breathed a sigh of relief. Then she felt a warm wet sensation slipping between her vaginal lips and venturing, tickling up towards her magic button. The guards took interest in this; they could see what was happening. Lefty tapped righty on the shoulder with the back of his hand and they approached, crouching to disappear behind the curtain. Mia couldn't stand it anymore. Dr. Wong was eating her out, licking and sucking on her cunt. She shrieked in helpless orgasm.

(To be continued)