The hard way

"What do you want with me? What are you going to do with me?" you ask, demanding more information, and time, while trying to decide how to escape. A nearby shelf holds various flasks of liquid, a few bubbling angrily, and you figure one might be able to melt the lock on the door if you can reach it, so you start to inch in that direction.

"Well, that depends dear. I've done all sorts of experiments, and I'm steadily getting better at my work. I've gotten really good at giving girls cocks, but that's your call, of course. It's all entirely consensual." The woman gives you a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes, before turning back towards the papers. Quickly and quietly reaching the shelf, you find what seems to be a flask of acid, but even as you hold it in your hand, the small glass flask seems to simply shatter, spilling acid all over the front of your clothes. The acid bubbles and hisses as it begins to eat through the fabric.

"Ah! Damn it!" You quickly throw off your shirt before the acid can reach your skin, leaving you completely topless. "Pfft, yeah right... might as well make me as tall as an Orc, give me breasts larger than my head and an ass larger than a horse's while you're at it." You snidely remark, and grab a paperclip off a nearby table, moving to try and pick the door's lock.

"Well, that sounds like consent to me." You hear a click sound, almost like a tape recorder being shut off, and you feel a hand on your upper arm. Seemingly instantly, without footsteps or warning, the doctor had gotten behind you, and her sharp fingernails push into your arm, breaking the skin quickly and almost painlessly. The last thing you feel is a potent aphrodisiac flooding your veins, the space between your legs flooding with warmth and wetness, before the sleeping agent also kicks in and you black out entirely.

When you wake up, you're naked, in an unfamiliar room, strapped to a table, and unable to move. The half-naked, blue-skinned woman stands over you, flicking drops of liquid from the end of a syringe. "Ah, good, you're awake. Where would you prefer to start, chest or groin? I'm afraid I'm not quite able to fully fulfill your earlier request, but I think we can make some suitable adjustments."