Pulling leavers as it turns out.

As the minute's tick by. As your body adjusts and past the points of which there can be any means to turn you back. As the men watching empty their balls and the women rub themselves until they collapse. As the money flows and people dream. The voices behind the glass patiently wait. They know you’ll wake up again before too long, and they know they will bring you joy. Whirring, the cameras come to observe you from better angle’s once more, not that they ever actually stopped watching you since you came in here. Those with the money to spare can take control of them, zoom in and change the view to better witness you. As you sleep Keith strolls from the room, he offers nothing but praises for you to the scientists smiling as he goes. He was looking forward and more than eager to use you, especially after how you reacted to seeing Kevin’s balls dangling in your face. Behind the glass more adjustments are made, the pheromones being vented in as he used you now fill the room taking root, and of course wonderful effect inside your mind. Desires to cum build ever onwards, and kudos and promises of pay rises come in for the scientists, and come in quicker at each time you wake up. Viewers donate money and riches, others offer money, promises of political power and everything else the mega-rich and near infinitely powerful could give. Some for the purchase of you, others to be in your place. All of these things are accepted gracefully, apart from the last ones. For one the scientists here are not monsters, they do not sell people for profit, and for two, they are lovers of their work. They act only to bring joy and happiness to those they know need it, none can demand, command, or order their services.