My head feels foggy.
The room I'm in seems to be moving around me.
I feel cold metal underneath my bare ass.
"Why am I not wearing pants?" I think to myself as my eyes finally start to flutter open.
I squeeze my eyes shut again almost immediately. This room is so bright!
While I try to recover from my temporary blindness, I notice the sounds around me. Moaning? Screaming? These mix of voices were intermingled with the sound of machinery. Metal parts moving and the sounds of hydraulics fill the air.
I try to move. My wrists seem to be shackled to the arms of the chair I am sitting in. My ankles seem to be equally as trapped below me. My bare feet don't seem to reach the floor, though, and I flex my toes in the air, searching for something solid. I find nothing below me with my limited motion.
My eyes have somewhat adjusted to the brightness, and I slowly peek out from behind my eyelids. Directly in front of me, there are quite a few studio-style lights shining in my direction. Below these lights is a mirror, covering the entire opposite wall. I see my own reflection. I notice that I'm completely nude. The only things covering me are the restraints on my wrists and ankles, as well as a collar on my neck that connects to the wall behind me, hindering my head movement.
I'm not alone in this room. The mirror reflects about a dozen other people restrained to the same wall in a similar fashion.
As I focus on each one, I realize the source of the moaning and screaming voices I was hearing. I watched as one person was moaning loudly. A device was connected to their chest, seemingly stimulating their nipples. A tube-like apparatus is strapped to their penis, suction noises coming from it while a smaller tube on its end leads down to the floor below.
"Where the hell am I?" I think to myself.
My attention travels to another one of my fellow prisoners. I see a mechanical arm with a "hand" attached to it. The fingers on this hand seemed wrapped around the base of their testicles. The sack containing the sensitive bits are stretched far from their body. A slender piece of material is extended from the wall. This slender piece periodically hits the prisoner's testicles with a sharp "thwap" in what seemed to be one-second intervals. On their torso, two other arms with hands are pinching their nipples. The prisoner screams and yelps in pain.
Looking from one naked body to the next, each person seems to be stimulated and/or tortured in a variety of ways. Some are being scratched, some whipped, some poked with various tools, and all with these mechanical devices. Some have the tube connected to their penis, some don't. I'm just now noticing that some people are simply sitting restrained like me, watching the others while the sounds of their moans, screams, and various other noises are being coaxed out.
The mirror in front of us suddenly turns into a window. I see the outline of a few people on the other side, but the bright lights make it difficult to make out any details.
"Welcome, newcomer!"
The booming sound of this new voice seemingly out of some loudspeaker startles me.
"We've been looking forward to your arrival!"
"Where the fuck am I?" I scream. I hear a chuckle from the voice.
"Somewhere safe, where nobody will be able to find you."
What the fuck??? This is insane!
