Down you go!

After about a minute or so, you hear a very faint rumble in the room and look around in panic trying to find where it’s coming from. This search doesn’t take long though, because soon you realize the ground has given way like a trap door, dropping you and the chair you were sitting in at a terrifying speed. You let out a terrified scream until you finally land at the bottom unscathed. Catching you is a metal spring board that fits the chair perfectly, and slows your descent until it locks into place so you don’t fly back up. Still dazed from the fall, you’re unable to get up but you eventually open your eyes and take in your surroundings. You expected to see a large workshop full of tools and bubbling chemicals because of how the scientist looked, but once again you’re in a very plain room. This time, however, the room is dark with grey metallic walls. It looks as if it’s a bomb shelter, and the walls look durable as if made that way in case of... “accidents” Now regaining your senses, you realize it’s time to get out of here. “I don’t know what this is, but there is no way I’m staying here any longer, so goodb—“ you’re cut off by a sharp metallic clank, as hand and feet cuffs clamp down onto you, restricting your movement. You scream and struggle again but this time you notice that your noises are accompanied by additional ones. You look over to your right to see another college age girl, bound by an identical chair. You call out to her and try to get her to look back at you, but you’re prevented by head braces restricting you further. Now near paralysis, you’re completely helpless as the chair transforms and extends, until it becomes essentially just a board that holds you in place. You think it’s over there, but then it splits itself into pieces so that the only things supporting you are the braces, with no backing or anything. You’re strung up to hang posing like a star, feeling incredibly **** and fearful, but little do you know, those feelings are about to double.

“Pardon the head restraints young ones, but I’m afraid our test here has given volunteers the tendency to... let’s just say cause injury to parts of the body they shouldn’t.” The doctor says as he walks in from the back end of the room. At this the girl on your right screams “Let us go! This is not what we signed up for!” Which only elicits another devious smile from the doctor. “Sorry to disappoint you,” the doctor taunts, “but this is exactly what you signed up for, volunteering to test a new incapacitating technology, they just didn’t specify exactly what that entailed. Now shut up, the fun is about to begin. Execute graft protocol.” Mechanical whirs begin all around you, and you realize the chair is once again moving, but you’re shocked by what it does. You soon discover why the girl on the right is squealing “Hey! Get off of me!” When you hear the same sound coming from her “chair” and feel what it does to you. You writhe around as all of your clothes are swiftly cut down the middle of your back, leaving you completely naked. Curiosity motivates you to really push with your head, and you’re rewarded with the view of an equally naked girl, as her breasts plop down since her bra’s support was removed. She may not be the prettiest girl you’d ever seen, but to see her bound in this way and naked made your dick start to twitch immediately. But then the doctor begins to speak again so you quickly move your head to its prior position. “Such perfect specimen, you’ll do well to respond to my creations. Let’s take a look at them shall we?” He says as a humanoid looking robot rolls in. It’s completely made of a shiny metal, and looks less solid and more gear like, as if every part of it is meant to be moved or manipulated in some way. It wheels a circle around the doctor faster than a car could, making it seem even more dangerous than before. In its current position, it seems only slightly shorter than the average person. “So, who would like to go first?”