:Submission Fantasy:
You wake up in some sort of lab. You're strapped down to hospital bed like an insane patient, but your legs bent upwards and open in a gynaecological chair. There's a sheet covering you, but you can feel bindings over your neck, upper arms, wrists, stomach and legs. You try to sit up but don't have a hope of doing so. You're pretty sure you're naked underneath the sheet.
A door opens and in walks the goth girl. You look at her with questioning eyes. Where do you even start?
"Okay," she begins, "here's the deal. You've walked into our place and we need you. My dad makes things for a local club, but they need to be tested, and I don't have the necessary appendages to test everything. Just go with it and you'll be fine. Me? I help him out. I trained as a nurse, although Inever qualified, so this won't hurt a bit." With that, she takes a syringe, squeezes it a little to remove any air bubbles and injects you in the arm.
"What is that?" you ask.
"Mostly anitbiotics. Like I say, we don't want you to come to any harm."
"Mostly?"
"Well, also a muscle relaxant and a dose of hormones. Nothing to worry about."
You feel like you should be worried, but don't have the strength to do anything. In fact, you feel very relaxed indeed.
We need to test the bots. I think we'll do one a day. It's late now and you'll be unconscious soon, but you can choose what will met you when you next wake up. I don't mind what we start with. Here are your choices. You can protest all you like, that just means I choose."
You can choose before the injection takes hold and sends you back under.
A door opens and in walks the goth girl. You look at her with questioning eyes. Where do you even start?
"Okay," she begins, "here's the deal. You've walked into our place and we need you. My dad makes things for a local club, but they need to be tested, and I don't have the necessary appendages to test everything. Just go with it and you'll be fine. Me? I help him out. I trained as a nurse, although Inever qualified, so this won't hurt a bit." With that, she takes a syringe, squeezes it a little to remove any air bubbles and injects you in the arm.
"What is that?" you ask.
"Mostly anitbiotics. Like I say, we don't want you to come to any harm."
"Mostly?"
"Well, also a muscle relaxant and a dose of hormones. Nothing to worry about."
You feel like you should be worried, but don't have the strength to do anything. In fact, you feel very relaxed indeed.
We need to test the bots. I think we'll do one a day. It's late now and you'll be unconscious soon, but you can choose what will met you when you next wake up. I don't mind what we start with. Here are your choices. You can protest all you like, that just means I choose."
You can choose before the injection takes hold and sends you back under.