They cuff my wrists to a spreader bar.

Neither the man nor the woman replied to my questions, which was starting to make annoyance quell my fear a little. With my pale skin, anger brought a pinkish blush to my cheeks and also to the milky white flesh of my upper chest. I fumed silently as the woman busied herself collecting something from the cabinets. The big man simply stood with his muscular arms folded in front of him, grinning as he stared disconcertingly at me.

"I think the trapeze artist will be most suitable." The woman called over her shoulder to the man. "It will allow us to complete access for steps one through four."

The big man nodded, evidently the enigmatic terminology was familiar to him. I certainly had no idea what it could mean, but it was unlikely to be anything good for me. The woman opened a panel in the wall and activated some control, above my head I heard a whirring and looked up startled. A slender chain was descending from the ceiling. When it had been lowered to the height of my head the woman stopped it and came over to me. I noticed that she was carrying what appeared to be a metal bar with chains attached.

"What's that for?" I asked nervously, expecting no response. "What are you going to do with it?"

The woman smiled and held up the bar. It was about three feet long with a cross piece at each end so that it was shaped like a capital letter 'I'. The chains were attached to each of the terminal ends of the crosspieces. The chains were all linked together at their other ends with a sturdy metal ring. The woman put her thumb through the ring and allowed the bar to hang. I realised that the ring must attach to the hanging chain, this must be what she had referred to as a trapeze. It was horribly clear that they meant to attach the cuffs on my wrists to this bar and then raise it.

"Please, there's no need to use that thing." I begged. "I'll cooperate I promise. If you want to shave my pubes then go ahead. I won't try to stop you."

The woman gave a light laugh, a pretty sound full of amusement and gaity. She pulled a metal clip from her pocket and attached the bar to the dangling chain anyway. It swayed in front of me, innocuously frightful now I had figured it's purpose.

"She won't try and stop us." The woman said to her colleague. "How amusing."

The man laughed in response, his laugh deep and resonant in contrast to his partner. I suppose to them the idea of me resisting was comical. Even without her muscular assistant the woman could probably have physically **** me to comply. Though far from butch, she looked athletically built in her white scrubs and far stronger than my petite self.

"Raise your wrists to the ends of the spreader bar." The man ordered.

I hesitated a moment and then hesitantly raised my arms. The woman clipped short chains onto one ring on each of my cuffs then clipped the other end of the chains onto each end of what they had called the spreader bar. I felt suddenly more naked and **** than ever. My hands were secured three feet apart and I was powerless to interfere with anything they might do next. The woman walked back to the controls for the hanging chain and I expected her to raise it and pull my hands up above my head. Instead the chain lowered further until it was level with my waist.

I must have clearly shown my confusion in my expression as both the man and woman chuckled.

"Have you really not worked out how you'll be restrained?" The woman laughed brightly.