Take some measurements

The room you’re in looks very sterile and scientific. The bleach white walls have grid lines across them, and there’s no furniture save a small rectangular table with chairs on either side. The only thing that isn’t terribly bland in the room is a weird floor tile in the corner.

“What’s with that corner?”

“None of your concern. Clothes off, please,” Julie says, not bothering to elaborate further. You had thought this when you were in the van, but this confirms it. Julie is… a bit frosty.

“Umm, I have to take off my clothes? Why?” you ask.

“It’s not the subject’s role to question the researcher. This was all detailed in the paperwork you signed. Now, remove your clothes.”

You take it back. Julie’s not frosty. She’s just mean.

You silently slip off your dress, along with your pink panties, and await further instructions. They never come, though, as Julie walks over and takes your measurements, remaining just as silent as you. When she kneels down to measure your waist, you can just barely see down her top. Her baggy lab coat made it hard to tell, but it confirms that she has a slender figure, her breasts being on the modest side. But they must be tight and perky, since there’s still some cleavage visible.

“I can hear the steam coming out of your nose. Please try to keep yourself under control, Emilia. Tom is bad enough.”

Busted…

After taking your measurements, Julie instructs you to sit down. She performs a series of seeing and hearing tests, all of which you perform with no trouble. It almost seems as though this “experiment” is just a routine medical checkup. That is, until a hidden door slides open on one of the walls, and Tom walks out.

A metal ball collides with your head, which almost hurts. But, before you can register the pain, everything goes black. You feel constrained into a tight space, and impulsively struggle to break free. The walls around you rock back and forth, but they don’t give. You try again, exerting **** in every direction, but there’s even less effect this time. Once more, you throw your weight around, but it gets you nowhere.

You’re… tired…