Pfucher

The sign reads "Pfucher Pharmaceuticals" in a fancy font. You recognize the name as the one on the pill form medication you take each day in addition to the many home made remedies keeping the H1W1 virus from flaring up. Of course, the pill is mostly a birth control, gag suppressant, and light pain killer, but you wouldn't want to go a day without it.

Pfucher became a multi-billion dollar company after a major breakthrough managed to rid the world of most STDs, all at once, just before the virus hit. The odd timing of the miracle cure and outbreak did not go unnoticed by the general public, but a congressional hearing found Pfucher innocent of wrong doing; though suspicion among conspiracy theorists remains to this day. Either way, the virus had already infected humanity, and after several mergers and acquisitions Pfucher had become the world's largest pharmaceutical research company; the best hope for finding a cure. Your father works somewhere so important?

You follow him briskly through the glass doors, past an empty receptionist desk in the lobby, and to a security guard being slowly sucked off by the missing receptionist. After a brief flash of an ID, he waves you and your father through the security gate and begins violently gagging the poor lady while devouring your half naked body as you pass. The wet smack of her face to his pelvis echos through the winding hallways as you struggle to keep up with your father to not get lost. Soon you find yourself in a long hall full of doors, each with a large pane window looking into an experiment room.

Your father doesn't slow his brisk pace, so you can only see into each room briefly as you pass, but they each seem more fascinating than the last. A naked woman writhes in orgasm on a bed from no apparent source. Another woman is suspended in air, seeming barely conscious as three dildos attached to machines rhythmically pound into her holes. Still another is covered in electrodes, vibrating slightly while strapped to a chair. You pause to watch her jiggle and moan for a moment, trying to decide if she's in pleasure or pain and wonder what all this has to do with the virus.

Your father swipes his ID at another door down the hall and you have to jog to catch up before you are locked out.

You walk through the door and find yourself in...