You show no resistance.

"Calm, sisters," you say projecting more confidence than you actually feel, "We will go with honor to receive our augments in service to our Master."

Tess gives a nervous look to Areli who's mouth turns down in a determined grimace. "She's right, sister," Areli reassures her.

"Enough talk! Move!" One of the guards orders harshly. She shakes the catch pole looped around your neck hard enough to cause you to stumble... but you maintain your self control. You arch your back proudly thrusting you little tits into the air. You walk one high-heeled foot in front of the other forward causing your hips to sway. You manage to stay balanced with each careful step despite your arms being locked behind you.

Several technicians rush to greet you, "Hello girls! Welcome to the breast augment lab. You all will be in good hands. Please make your way to your assigned medical bay so we can prep you for your procedures!"

Tess, Areli, and you muster all the confidence you can and approach the medical bays. You are the first to arrive at your bay. Instinctually you kneel with your back towards the monstrous contraption. One technician removes your cuffs and capture pole but your freedom is short lived. A thrill shoots through you body as you feel the robotic arms begin to maneuver around your body. Four mechanical limbs roughly lock each of your wrists and ankles in the desired position. Another pair of arms reach around and lock around your knees forcing your legs apart. You gasp as an unseen appendage grabs your long black hair and roughly pull your head back locking you in place.

Each bay has been arranged in a circle facing inwards so that the three of you can see each other. You are all locked in the same position on your knees. Each of you twists within your restraints testing the bindings around your limbs and hair. The robotic arms are cold, impassive, and do not give at all. With each of your long hair pulled so painfully tight behind you it is all you can do to have your eyes dart nervously between eachother.

Waiting.

"Begin breast augmentation procedure prep!" a flat feminine voice calls out from a station behind you.