The Luxuria Department

"I believe Cybele's Luxuria Department will make use of you. I think you'll be perfect for her special project and if not, well..." She lets out a raspy chuckle. "She always needs more warm bodies."

She waves her hands and the guards grab you roughly, dragging you past the desk and further into the facility. There's more hallways and more doors but eventually you're led to yet another large room, this one has seven doors each with a different design. You're lead to one of the more ostentatious ones, it still looks like some futuristic door in structure but the color is strange compared to the sterile white environment you've been in so far. The metal is black, with some kind of glowing pink components throughout. The door opens, revealing a similarly colored hallway you're led into. The only lighting being various shades of pink certainly create a unique if headache inducing environment.

You come to yet another door, this one has what you think is some kind of text display overhead. You can't be sure though because the text seems to be some kind of language you've never seen before. The guards glare at you silently so you assume that means the text indicates you're waiting for something. You look to one side of the hallway and notice it's almost entirely a glass pane you can see through so you walk over to look out, the guards don't react so you must be allowed.

You see a large conveyor belt of some kind, there seems to be machinery on the walls and ceiling but with the pink lighting it's hard to get a good look at them. At first you think the room must not be in use but then the conveyor belt starts to move and you see something very surprising.

Three women roll out onto the belt, stopping in the middle of the room. All three are wearing a strange outfit, it looks like some kind of fetishized jumpsuit made of a latex-like material with their legs and arms bound in a way they can't move from a pole in the belt they're affixed to. They're all also extremely distressed, their voices are muffled through the glass but you can tell they've noticed you and are crying out for help.

Before you can even think of what you can do the machinery you noticed unfolds and moves towards the women. Some of it clamps around their waist and back, while a large helmet descends from the ceiling and locks around their heads. Once everything is secure you see tubes throughout the machines fill with a bright pink liquid, flowing towards the women. Once it reaches them the sounds of panic become moans and gasps of pleasure. Their bodies writhe and thrash in place and you can do nothing but watch.

After what feels like ages you hear a hiss and the helmets crack open slightly, that pink liquid pouring out down their bodies. You see what's become of the trio...