He awoke, head swimming and eyes in a daze. His vision was blurred, but after trying to look around for a few seconds, it cleared. He checked out his current situation. He was on a lab table, but facing vertical. Both his arms and his legs were clamped to the table, offering no room to move. He began to feel panic rising, however, he tried calming it by looking around.
He noticed that a large vat of some black, bubbling liquid stood off to the side of the room he was in. A girl, he might have known her, was strapped to a table opposite of him. She was short; however her breasts and ass were anything but small. She was wearing only a bra and a thong, pink and white in colors. She wasn't fat, but her stomach was flat; it stood out the tiniest bit, just enough for it to be attractive. She had brown hair, which hung down behind her. Her eyes were close, as if unconscious.
A door opened, and a strange, hooded figure strode out. He tried to move, but found that he was paralyzed. He stood helpless as the hooded man scribbled something down on a clip board. He managed to see a paper that was hanging next to his table. His name was Jack, and he was 19. How had he not known that?
The man walked over to the girl's table, and spoke a few words. Her eyes fluttered open, but they were distant. He unclamped her arms, and as he lowered to get the restraints off her legs, he brushed against her thong, pushing it slightly into her pussy.
She stood, motionless. He said a few inaudible words, and she walked over to a set of stairs leading to the giant vat. He walked up behind her and unclasped her bra, her breasts falling lightly. He then reached across in front, squeezed her crotch, and then slowly ran his hands down her slit-area. He then removed her undergarments, and tossed them aside. He slipped a finger into her pussy and began moving back and forth. After about 30 seconds, she began moaning.