Murphy's Law

You slowly open your eyes to the blinding white lights.

"...the fuck...aagghh.." you squint in the brightness.

You feel a heavy weight on your body. You crane your neck to look down and see that your chest was strapped down to something resembling an operating table, your hands and legs were tied to the sides of the metal bar.

"God...what in the goddamn fuck is going on!!" you scream out.

"Oh good, you're awake." you hear a feminine voice call out.

You feel the glaring lights directly above your body go off, only to be replaced by the much softer lights on the ceiling that illuminates the room.

It was an operating theatre alright. You look around and your eyes lock on to the person the voice that just spoke to you belonged.

"Ms. Blackclaw. Why are you doing this? Let me go!"

She ignores you and moves to open the door to the room. Two more figures enter the room, a tall man and a shorter, albeit still large woman. It was Raven and her father. Her father had her in a **** grip, both his hands were holding her sizable biceps from behind, which alone told you how big his hand really was. Raven looked absolutely miserable like she had just cried a storm.

You put on a brave face for her.

"Well the way I see it, you have two choices." Sable Blackclaw, the person who you considered to be such an esteemed scientist, turned out to be much worse than the folks at Church of the Futa. Much much worse.

"I can either gives these injections to both of you and let the scenario play out." she gestures to you and Raven with the 2 fluid-filled syringes in her hand.

"Or, I can inject you with one and inject the other syringe into a convict. In both of these scenarios, you get injected. In scenario 1, you'll still get to contribute to the research, both of you in fact! The second scenario is much more unpleasant. Douglas honey, you don't want to fuck a convict trust me. They have god knows what STDs running through their veins. Add to the fact that you'll forever be a research subject. Oof, you don't want that. I would suggest that if you do give in to the effect, you can always have coitus with my daughter instead and we can repeat the procedure all over again. I would rather not have you die of some preventable disease if I can help it. So what do you say, option 1 or 2?"

How in the hell did you get into this situation? It felt that just a week ago you were having the time of your life with Raven. How did your life turn upside down so violently?

Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong. You were starting to believe that there was some truth to that adage.