Intense!

The four of you are not waiting for long before the doors at the far end of the waiting room open abruptly. A serious woman wearing glasses and a doctors coat enters followed by several guards holding catch poles. As the name suggests these instruments are long poles with a collar loop at the end designed to entrap you. The guards expertly slip the collars over each of your heads and tighten them around your necks. The poles maximized leverage causing the slightest tug to send you toppling in the desired direction. Even without your heels, you would be easily manipulated wherever the guards wanted you.

The loops tighten uncomfortably around your necks. Panic rises within your little belly and you struggle to breath. Your arms twist within the restraints behind your back.

The doctor untethers your bindings from the chair and barks some quick instructions. She points at Coraline, "Take this one to the hormone lab." She turns to Areli, Tess, and you, "Take these three to the breast augmentation lab!"

The guards shift the catch poles and you are roughly **** to your feet by the loops around your necks. Your arms remain trapped behind your back. Coraline is maneuvered out of the room in one direction by one guard and the rest of you are **** down another hallway. The sounds of Coraline's cries disappear around the corner. You remaining three girls are marched down a long hallway. The walls are harshly lit and sterile.

Before you is a doorway labeled "BREAST AUGMENTATION LAB".

The three of you gasp through your constrained windpipes as you are pushed through the doorway.

The brightly lit room is a flurry of activity. Countless female technicians and nurses quickly scurry around the room between a network of equipment and monitors in their high heels and obscene uniforms. Much of the activity is focused on 3 clearly labeled medical bays arranged in a circle at the center of the room. Each bay has a mechanical contraption of interweaving robotic arms. Each arm is capped with various sinister looking instruments including needles, clamps, probes, suction cups, and most recognizably restraints.

The three of you shudder at the sight.

The guards sense your hesitation. The loop collar of the capture pole around your neck tightens and the guards grip strengths on the shaft. It is likely previous women's reactions have been less than receptive upon seeing these robotic contraptions. Beside you Areli and Tess seems to be bracing to make a move!