Yes, she does.

Lucy knew she was trapped. She had **** in the matter. She had signed away her rights, and was physically restrained from backing out. She was afraid, perhaps as afraid as she'd ever been in her life, but she had to stay focused and get through it. Lucy took deep breaths, closed her eyes, and tried to clear her mind. "Okay. Let's get it over with."

"Thank you, Ms. Wallace." Somehow the computerized voice genuinely managed to sound like it was annoyed Lucy had put up such a fight. Maybe her addled mind was just imagining things. Lucy kept her eyes closed, trying to blank out and calm down.

"Pain tolerance test initiating. In order to prepare for the test, we require a restructuring of the exam table. This will involve the removal of your restraints. Please stand and wait calmly for this process to complete. Instructions will follow afterwards."

Lucy was pleasantly surprised when the restraints that had held her tight through the previous ordeal clicked open and disappeared into the examination table. She slowly attempted to get up, her body notably sore and stiff from all she had been through. Her tender cunt still ached from being teased so close to release, only to be denied. She was thankful to be temporarily set free, and wasn't going to take the opportunity for granted. She stood and did some minor stretching, giving her body a chance to recuperate from the **** she had endured.

She watched as the table adjusted. It curved and bent very slowly into a peculiar shape, and Lucy was torn between trying to blank out the ordeal that was taking place, and being curious as to what this "pain tolerance test" involved. If she was being honest with herself, the first exam hadn't been entirely unpleasant... But she still felt violated. What kind of place was this? Did her father know about all of this? There was no way he would've let her go through with it if he did. He was certainly going to find out about it now, Lucy would make sure.

"Ms. Wallace, the table configuration is complete. Please place your knees on the provided area indicated in blue, bend forward, and place your head and hands through the holes at the top."

"Wait - is this test... A glorified pillory? You're going to put me in stocks?? You're using medieval technology to conduct a scientific experiment?" Lucy couldn't believe it, although she hardly knew what to believe anymore. Was she really going to comply to this? The door was right over there. She could make a run for it. The devices had been restrictive so far, but hadn't shown any brute ****. If she could make it back to the main hall, surely someone would be able to help her. On the other hand, she didn't even know if the door was locked. What were the odds it wasn't, in a room this technologically advanced? It might be worth a shot...