No, she stays put.

Lucy knew in a facility with this much technology, there was almost no chance the doors weren't locked. If she was going to be the unwilling participant in a test of her pain tolerance, it would probably be best to comply and avoid the wrath of the administrant... IF it was capable of HAVING wrath. She took a deep breath, and stepped towards the morphed examination table.

Lucy kneeled down and placed her knees onto the section of the table at the bottom that had turned blue. It had somehow managed to change texture, to a softer surface for her knees to rest on. She gazed up at the holes on the other end of the "table", not excited at the prospect of somewhat willingly allowing herself to be restrained in this humiliating fashion. She closed her eyes, took an additional deep breath in a futile attempt to calm her nerves, and extended her head and arms upwards, passing into the holes.

Small panels surrounding the outer rim of each of the holes quickly spiraled inwards towards Lucy's wrists and neck. She barely felt the restraints constrict on her body despite their unusually fast tightening speed. But sure enough, when she attempted to test their restraining abilities, she couldn't budge.

"OK, I'm ready." Lucy knew the automated testing not wasn't listening to her. She mostly vocalized her thoughts aloud to help build her fortitude. Whatever was coming her way, she was as ready as she would ever be.

"Pain tolerance test initiating."

Lucy heard sounds coming from behind her. Whirring, buzzing. Not loud sounds, but in the tense situation, they ignited her imagination for the worst case scenario. What did this pain test involve? How much pain COULD she handle? Would it leave marks on her? She thought of her exposed behind, bent over the modified examination table. Her round ass, one of her prized physical features, completely exposed and ****. Her pussy still glistening and lightly dripping down her thigh from the near release that had been **** upon her. She just wanted to get this over with, but the anticipation...

"That will be enough. Please release Ms. Wallace." Lucy heard a new voice, gravelly and commanding, with a distinctive English accent. The noises of mechanical activity behind her halted, and the restraints retracted back into the table as quickly as they had engaged. A confused Lucy pulled out of the pillory holes, collapsing onto the floor. She had already mentally submitted to the test, and the sudden release had caught her by complete surprise.

Lucy laid on the ground for several moments, regaining her composure. The constant back-and-forth had exhausted her. She slowly managed to sit up, turning her head to look for a source of the new voice. She could see the silhouette of a man in the shadows of the end of the room.

"Ms. Wallace. Please, join me in the next room." The man turned towards the seamless wall, and a passage quickly opened up, allowing the man to disappear.

Lucy sat on the floor for several more moments, as the lights came back up in the room. She slowly got to her feet, still attempting to regain any shred of composure she could manage, and stumbled her way towards the doorway.