Experiment 7
"July 27th, Experiment 7, Subject Gamma."
The room I was in was very bright and sterile. I was strapped to an exam table with leather straps that made it impossible for me to move beyond a wiggle.
"Subject Gamma is a 27 year old human female." the voice continued.
I glanced around the space in anticipation. To my left was a long row of counters with different objects lined up on it. I couldn't make out what they were from my place on the table. To my right were two sets of large white cabinets. Next to the cabinets was a large mass covered by a white sheet. Directly in front of me covering half the wall was a large mirror. Next to the mirror was a plain white door.
Anxiety pooled in the pit of my stomach as I realized that I was naked. I tried to move but the straps held me tight in position. I was flat on my back, my arms out from my side. My legs were closed but as I examined the restraints, I realized that the table was made in such a way that each limb could be moved in a wide range of motion without needing to unstrap me. I was completely at the mercy of whomever was holding me captive.
My mind began to spin as I started to imagine all the possible things that could happen to me in this position. My breath sped up and I was beginning to panic when the door in front of me opened. A tall man in a white lab coat walked into the room. His eyes were down focused on reading the notes he had on a clipboard. Ignoring me completely, the man walked to my right and opened one of the cabinets. He began rummaging around in it.
Gathering my courage I cleared my throat and spoke.
"Please, what's going on? Why am I here? Please let me go!"
The man ignored my questions and continued his rummaging. I opened my mouth to speak again but the man finally found what he was looking for and turned around. I gasped seeing the large leather flogger in his hand. I whimpered at the thought of what he was planning but the man simply walked around me and set the flogger on the counter next to the other objects. I was finally able to make out what the objects were and gulped when I recognized them as a large assortment of sex toys.
"What are you going to do to me?" I whispered, fear creeping up my spine.
Again, I was ignored by the man who was now scribbling notes on his clipboard. Realizing I wasn't going to get a response, I tried subtly to loosen the strap around my wrist. My stomach sank when I realized that my yanking was doing nothing to loosen the strap. Before I could try anything else though, the man turned around and looked directly at me. He was a very tall man, not super broad but rather with a runner's build. Soft neat kept brown curls covered his head. His eyes though, they made me gasp. The blue was icy and held such intensity I had an instinctive urge to glance away. His face was expressionless as his gaze traveled over my body. I shivered and realized with embarrassment that my pussy was wet.
After what felt like forever, the man seemed to find what he was looking for and nodded to himself. He walked toward my lower half and around to stand at my feet. Our eyes connected again before he reached his hand into his lab coat pocket. I heard the click of a button then suddenly my legs were being forced apart.
"What the...!" I gasped as the table split in two pulling my legs wide and up. My legs were bent like I was sitting in a chair vertically. Most importantly though, I realized that my holes were completely exposed. The thought caused my pussy to clench even as I began to shake with fear.
