Felicity Mathews

Felicity was flung over the shoulder of a large naked man wearing water shoes, sopping wet with her sapphire blue hair dripping on the floor and leaving a trail to her next destination. Instead of going back to the elevator, he took her to a wide room where he met up with another worker who cuffed her ankles by the feel of it. She was then brought to one of many door like alcoves along the wall.

Felicity was then placed ass first on her back with legs straight up against the wall while he then pressed a button and waited. She was treated to the horrible view, in her opinion, of the naked man from her floor perspective between his legs. Looking around she saw a couple girls in positions like hers and whole line of empty waiting tall alcoves.

The man suddenly reached up as a chain came down which he then connected to a link in between her chained together ankles. He pushed the button again and the chain slowly lifted up and lifted Felicity up at a slow rate of speed.

She was off the ground and vertical when it halted and she was staring at the mans hairy calves walking away and her hair pooled on the ground. Shortly later there was a jerk as she slowly ascended until being totally surrounded by the dark shaft. Felicity started to feel a breeze coming from above accompanied by what sounded like many vacuum cleaners. Soon she was assaulted by high speed warm air starting as a cyclone around her feet, then moved along the rest of her body the higher she went. A few minutes after she was totally surrounded by the high winds, the chain stopped and she was left there to dry for she didn’t know how long. She just felt the jerk of the chain and the field of hair slowly pass her face until the light faded back.

She found herself in another alcove where she watched another girl being leg down a hallway out of site. A few minute went by until another man came by wearing casual office attire, smaller than the other guys she saw so far but with wiry muscles. He rotated the small crane that she just noticed holding her over to solid floor and pressed a button to lower her to the ground. Undoing the link to her ankle chains, he put it back into position, took off the chain from the cuffs and let her stand.

“Follow me.” He then left the room assuming she would to, which she did after a couple seconds. She paused at the gigantic room they entered, listening to the screams and moans of girls hooked up to rows and rows of instruments of ****.

“Come on, I haven’t got all day.”and roughly grabbed her arm, dragging her to a computer terminal. He then started scrolling through pictures until he found Felicity’s.

“Here we go. Machine 83.” He then grabbed a small tablet and scanned the screen, retrieving her info, then dragged her through several rows. The machine they arrived in front of was between a girl hanging by her tits with weights on her ankles, the barcode on her ass proof of another company’s genetic tampering, and a girl with her limbs stretched out, her feet being tickled. The tickled girls was going on three hours and the hanging girl almost one going by the timers on tablets identical to the one the office worker had.

Then Felicity saw machine 83.