After the prolonged darkness, the first thing I see is light, flashing directly over my eyelids. It beams a bright crimson into my pupils. My brows and lids contort in response. I try to raise my hand to shield my eyes, but I become painfully aware that my wrists are restrained to the sides of my head in tight leather straps. That's the first sign that I should be panicking.
No moment is spared as I come to my senses and open my eyes, squinting at the flashlight shining directly in my face. I don't catch who or what is holding it before a voice asserts out above me. "16:22:35. The subject is awake, reacting to stimuli. We will now begin experiment number one of three."
"What?" I'm not sure what else to say as the flashlight withdraws, the man who was talking flicks it off. He's adorned with a white lab coat and turquoise, latex gloves, fixed beside a table with an assortment of tools and supplies atop it. I gulp in uneasiness before examining the rest of the room. It's almost completely white, and it smells distinctly of harsh cleaner. There's a heavy door at the far end of the room towards my feet. Another doctor stands positioned beside it, putting on her pair of blue gloves.
"What are you gonna do to me?" I ask, trembling, my chest growing tight. There is no reply, only the man shuffling around the table. I try to move my legs, knowing my wrists and upper arms are restrained, but I find that there is no give for my lower limbs either. They're positioned up and to the sides in chilled, metal stirrups, confined with the same leather straps.
As I look down at my legs, cocking my head forward, I notice that my hole is open on display. I'm completely naked, and the woman in the lab coat is holding a bottle of what seems to be lube. A shudder dread shakes my body.
"Applying lubricant to the vaginal opening." She states nonchalantly, an expression of stone adorned to her face.
"What are you doing? Stop!" I struggle to move my lower regions away and manage to shy away from her coated finger, but not nearly enough.
"Subject is resisting, applying thigh restraints." The man narrates. I watch in fear as he pulls straps from the bottom of the stirrups and wraps them tightly around my upper thigh. I struggle away, trying to kick at him. I know he won't listen, neither of them will, so there's only one way out, and that's to fight. I don't know if this attempt will work, nonetheless, it quickly becomes clear it won't. The woman grabs the thigh the man is attempting to restrain, and with both of their hands forcing it against the stirrup, I quickly realize I have no chance of overcoming them both.
The leather strap sinks deeply into my thigh as it's secured. I mewl as it's pulled into the snuggest setting it can be, and I promptly realize they're not letting me move at all. They are swift and rigid in their experiment. There is no hope. The other restraint shortly follows the first. I struggle against the leather, but there is no give. I can barely move an inch. Albeit, that soon becomes the least of my problems when I feel a cold, slick digit nudging at my entrance.
"Hey! Stop that!" I struggle to pull myself away, but I'm unsure of what I expect. I can't move. I can't do anything. That realization sets in harshly as the finger burrows deep inside me. It curls up, holding tightly against my bladder, and grants a shiver of pleasure through my body. I feel my vulva swell drenched, my arousal growing obvious, and my cheeks glow in embarrassment.
"Subject is growing aroused, beginning test one of three and inserting the speculum." I watch in arousal, horror, and bewilderment as the male doctor presents a metal speculum to the female doctor and the finger leaves my sopping hole. I bite back a whine of dissatisfaction, refusing to back down and reveal my true pleasure.
The metal speculum inserts into my pussy. It's so cold, unforgiving, and I try to squirm away, but the leather is still snugly cutting into my thighs. I try to shut my legs, anything, but there is no leeway. No sympathy. Nothing.
