Lab

Your eyes flutter open, and are met with what looks to be some sort of lab. You try to move your head, but it can't move much. There is a metal clamp around your neck. Your eyes dart around, you realize you're strapped to some machine surrounded by various other machines and contraptions. The cold steel biting against your bare skin. You try to move your arms, but they're restrained above your head completely engulfed in a metal case. Your legs are spread and restrained too, knees to your chest with your feet sticking straight out. Your pussy and ass clearly visible and available. You shake and strain against every restraint, but it doesn't matter, you trapped.

You try to speak, but it comes out hoarse and barely audible, your parched. "How long was I out?" You wonder out loud. Clearing your throat you try again, "Mira? What's going on? Where am I?"

You struggle harder against the restraints, your voice grows louder, but it's still barely audible. "Mira!" Suddenly, a machine roars to life, a metal arm descends from the ceiling, humming as it begins to move towards you. The sound in the quiet room is deafening.

As the machine's metal arm draws closer, you try to get a bettler look, but the clamp holds firm. The arm extends a tube, its tip rounded and smooth, and you feel a surge of fear as it approaches your mouth. You try to keep your mouth closed, but it's no use. The tube slips between my lips, and I feel a rush of cool air as it's inserted into my mouth. Gagging as it pushes in deep, a automatic voice rings out "feeding in process", The machine beeps, and a gentle hum fills the air as it begins to pump a clear liquid into your mouth.

Your **** to swallow, as it pumps the cool fluid down your throat. The automatic voice continues to speak, its monotone tone a stark contrast to the panic rising within you. "Nutrient intake: 30%... 40%... 50%..." it continues until it's done. The machine beeps again, and the tube withdraws from my mouth, leaving you gasping for air.

As the machine finishes its task, the room falls silent once again. You're left gasping for air, the cool liquid still trickling down your throat. The metal arm retracts back into the ceiling, and the machine's humming noise fades away. The automatic voice rings out again, "cleaning in progress", it's monotone voice breaking the silence. Suddenly, a soft hissing sound fills the air, and a jet water sprays down on you from above. The water cascades down your body, washing away the sweat and grime that had accumulated on your skin.

The water continues to spray down on you, washing away the remaining dirt and sweat from your body. It feels warm and refreshing, and you can't help but feel a sense of relief as it cleanses your skin. The hissing sound of the water gradually slows down, and then stops completely. The room falls silent once again.

A moment later, a loud whirring noise fills the air as a large metal arm descends from the ceiling, it starts blow drying you. The blow dryer continues to circulate warm air around your body until it finishes and retracts.

The automated voice interrupts the silence once again, "Enema in progress." A new machine, previously hidden from view, emerges from the wall to your right. A thin, flexible tube extends from the machine, its end capped with a small, rounded nozzle. The tube begins to move towards your anus, its gentle humming noise a stark contrast to the growing sense of dread within you. You try to move but it's no use.

The nozzle reaches you and is pressing against your ass. It's lubricated with a clear gel, which helps it penetrate you with squelching sound, as you gasp from the intrusion.

The automated voice continues, "Rectal cleansing initiated." You feel a surge of discomfort as it penetrates deeper and begins filling your ass with some warm liquid.

The enema continues to fill you up, the sensation of warmth spreading through your lower body. The nozzle is deep inside you, and you can feel it pressing against your insides. It's an uncomfortable feeling, but not painful. You can feel your body wanting to expel the liquid, but the nozzle prevents it from happening. The automatic voice continues to drone on, "Rectal cleansing: 30%... 40%... 50%"

As the enema finishes, you can feel the nozzle slowly retracting from your body, leaving you feeling empty.

As the nozzle retracts from your body, you feel a sudden release of pressure, and the warm liquid begins to flow out of you. The automated voice announces, "Rectal cleansing complete. Waste elimination in progress." A soft whooshing sound fills the air as a hidden drain in the table slides open, and the liquid flows out of your body, trickling down into the drain. You feel a slight relief as the warmth is replaced by a gentle coolness, but it's short-lived as the discomfort of the enema lingers.

The machine beeps, and the drain slides shut, sealing with a soft hiss.