A young technician.

"Hello!"

A young girl in a loose fitting lab coat scampers through the door and immediately begins inspecting you. She gives your wrist restraints a tentative tug to ensure they remain firmly locked behind your back and studies you closely. She can't be much older than you! She is timid and seems to hide her face from you behind her beautiful long black hair and thick rimmed glasses. Her lab coat flows with her movements giving you a peak of her lowcut tank top beneath and unnaturally large breasts contained within.

"Forgive me," she says seemingly satisfied with your restraints, "but sometimes you girls fight and I don't have much experience."

You give her a concerned look and she realizes her mistake at disclosing too much.

"No! No! That's not what I meant. I'm very well trained, plus I will be supervised... please let me help you undress!"

"What will you do to me?" you ask as she removes your heels and slides your thong down your long legs.

"No... that's not how this works. They don't like us talking to the patients prior to the procedures... please lay down on the bed so we can get you comfortable."

Tentatively she guides you back up onto the medical bed. You awkwardly shift onto your back with your arms still bound behind you.

"Is this really necessary?! I mean I want to serve my Master in any way he sees fit!"

She stops for a moment as if considering your point before shaking her head, "No! No! That's not allowed."

She spreads your legs apart and locks each ankle restraint to the edge of the bed. After testing their security she gives you a warning look, "Don't make me call the guards!"

You nod in compliance.

She cautiously reaches behind you and unlocks your wrists and reattaches them to the bed either side of you above your head. You test the restraints pulling your limbs apart feeling even more aware of your nude vulnerability than normal.

She sticks you with an IV and you feel a cool fluid pumping into your veins.

"Count back from ten for me please!"

"10... 9... 8..."

You don't make it to seven. The last thing you remember seeing before falling **** is how good her cleavage looks in that low top...