PART 3 BRIDGETTE'S NEW HOME
Bridgette woke up as if from a long sleep, and she blinked her pretty
blue eyes rapidly, trying to make sense of her predicament. She looked
up and saw that her arms had been stretched high above her and her toes
were a few inches off the ground. The pressure on her wrists was
beginning to register in her nervous system and Bridgette distressed
over the purple color of her hands.
More distressing, perhaps, was her utter nudity. In the hours that
passed between Paris and her new location, Bridgette had been fitted
with only wrist and ankle restraints, Otherwise, she was completely
divested of any clothing.
Bridgette looked away to grasp her surroundings. She was hanging from
one of a series of metal poles that were positioned ten to twenty feet
above her. The flooring was wood, and as she swished her aching head
back and forth, it became clear that Bridgette was hoisted centerstage
in some unused theater hall. The room was enormous, which made the empty
seats feel even more hollow.
Bridgette heard footsteps, and she recognized the sound of heels
clicking against wood.
"Well, it looks as if you've finally woken up. How nice of you to
finally rejoin the living, sis."
Bridgette's mouth was drawn wide open; she couldn't believe that her own
sister was capable of doing something so evil. Kidnapping her own
sister? Why? How did she get here and where is here?
"I know you must have a lot of questions, sis, but frankly I don't feel
like answering them just yet." Jennifer pulled up a wooden chair and
stood up to meet Bridgette's worried face.
"Why are you doing this," Bridgette started,"Why did you come to---"
She never finished the words as her older sister strapped a huge red
ball gag deep inside her mouth, effectively reducing Bridgette to a
series of grunts and moans.
"There, I don't really want you disturbing the doctor during your
examination."
As if on cue, a pale, thin man wearing a medical lab coat walked out on
stage nearing Bridgette.
"Now this is Dr. Bonner. Now he used to do a lot of work for the Mafia.
His services of course aren't needed much anymore, but he still is
available for special projects. He's going to examine your
body---thoroughly. Check every crevice, every orifice, take
measurements, recommend stretching here, pain tolerances there. He has
a ton of experience in this field. I really would enjoy watching this
myself but I have to go check on Johnny and see if the satellite linkup
is ready."
The doctor made no small talk, and he made little sound, he just went
straight to "work."
Bridgette was lowered and her ankle straps were chained to eyebolts in
the floor. She was spread-eagled and exposed for the good doctor.
