Time for a nap

Exhausted from the mental stress of all of these new experiences, you decide a nice nap would be great. You walk over to the simple bed and start undressing. You kick off your shoes, and sit down to roll your knee-high socks off. You unbutton your blouse and throw it to the side. You reach back and undo the bra, letting it fall to the floor and once again taking time to admire your new D-cup breasts. Then after a few minutes, you crawl into the bed and lay your head down for a well deserved nap, drifting into darkness in mere moments.

You are laying on the hospital bed in the laboratory once again. Your head is foggy, this time unable to move, just staring at the ceiling. A man breathes heavily in your ear. There's a rush of heat between your legs. A woman screams in ecstasy. Your head turns slowly to the side. You see a man beside you, your familiar face looking back at you. He whispers a hush, "Shhhhh." You turn back to see Sam's face smiling down at you. You slowly blink and no, it's Doctor Lybeck's face smiling down at you. With confusion you try to sit up and are unable, only to see a camera come clearly into view directly overhead.

Your eyes open wide and you gasp in surprise as you wake from the dream with a heated sweat on your body. The room is dark with only a muted light from a single window, but you recognize it as the same one Sam left you in. You attempt to arise from the bed but feel something constraining your limbs and torso. You gaze over your arms and with horrifying realization you see thick white ropes bound to your wrists leading somewhere below the mattress. You struggle against the knot with all the strength your small arms can give but to no effect. The rough fibers only burn as you try to move your wrists. You strain your neck to look down your body and see an intricate weaving of rope around your breasts and torso. The plaid mini skirt still hugs your hips but your legs are spread-eagled, secured by that same rope at your ankles, disappearing over each corner. You're helpless. Bound. Exposed.

And then you notice the camera on the wall, just like in the dream, staring silently down, witnessing all.