You fight being installed into the contraption!

Instinct kicks in and the three of you attempt to run in different directions! Despite anticipating the moves the guards are not prepared for Tess' toned strength! Her shoulders flex and she twists against the loop around her neck. The guard stumbles behind her causing the guard behind you to lose her grip on your catch pole and grab Tess' pole. You seize the opportunity and break free running the opposite direction dragging the catchpole on the ground behind you. Nurses and technicians shout in fright scurrying away from you.

The futileness of your situation quickly catches up with you. Your heels combined with the heavy weight of the pole dragging from your neck cause you to teeter awkwardly. Your bound arms flall ineffectually behind you unable to help you break free of the catch pole nor steady you for balance. Behind you you hear Tess and Areli roughly maneuvered onto their knees.

.....sssssssssssiiiizzzle... CRACK!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!" you cry out as a powerful electric shock fires from within your clitoris.

You fall straight forward onto your face and flat chest. You spasm as the first wave of shocks racks through your body from your clit which was augmented for 4 times increased sensitivity! The panicked beating of your heart fills your ears and your vision begins to blur. You twitch on the floor until a guard is able to get a tight hold of your catchpole. Then the shocks are mercifully shut off.

"Shhhhhhh... Don't struggle girl. We have you. You're ok!" A woman in a technician outfit says soothingly, "Your ok. Let's get you into bay 2!"

You are pulled onto your knees and see Areli has already been wrestled into one of the bays during your struggle. She glances nervously trapped with her wrists and ankles trapped within restraints at the end of 4 mechanical arms. The robotic arms have been positioned so that she is **** onto her forcibly spread knees with hear arms behind her back. Her neck has been left free, but another mechanical arm roughly grabs her beautiful long red hair forcing her in place.

As you are awkwardly dragged to your feet, Tess is maneuvered into her own medical bay. **** onto her knees the robotic arms move in quick succession capturing each of her wrists and ankles and pulling them together behind her back. Two other arms **** her straining legs apart at the knees. Finally her long bouncy blonde hair is roughly captured pulled by a seventh robotic arm. She moans uncertainly straining her eyes side to side in a futile attempt to see the mechanical contraption holding her in place.

Lastly, you are maneuvered into your own bay. Quickly you are locked into place. Each bay has been arranged in a circle facing inwards so that the three of you can see each other. You are all locked in the same position on your knees. Each of you twists within your restraints testing the bindings around your limbs and hair. The robotic arms are cold, impassive, and do not give at all.

"Begin breast augmentation procedure prep!" a flat feminine voice calls out from a station behind you.