Mandy was so completely shocked she stood there for a moment, open mouthed and just watched the other woman as she walked out of the room.

Her body was unbelievably bruised, and she hurt all over form being thrown around like a piece of luggage. Muscles she didn't know she had throbbed and screamed at her when she walked. She remembered a plane, being tied and untied, thrown on a table, humiliatingly examined by some strange woman. Through out all of this she fought and screamed and protested and yelled. All to no avail.

Shaking in bursts of energy that she could not control, she reached down to her sex; horrified she found she had been completely shaved. She reeled from being poked and prodded and she had a mild headache from.....from…...God knows what had flashed before her eyes. Yanking at the collar around her neck, panic began to flood her, racing through her body. She looked around the room, franticly searching for some sign of where she was.

There was nothing.

"Fuck! Fuck Fuck FUCK," she screamed, having nothing else to say. The need to scream was over powering and she was desperately search for answers that weren't there.

There was, however a smell in the air which meant there was someone, somewhere near by. Covering her naked body the best she could with her arms, she followed the smell and entered a kitchen.

Upon seeing two men in there she froze.

Should she run, or should she…….do what?

"What the fuck is going on?" she yelled. "Where am I, and what am I doing here?"