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You hear nothing at first. Neither do you see anything. Its black, darkness everywhere.

You try to look around, but find your head is secured in place, something tight that creaks like leather holding your head back in place. You struggle in every direction, grunting loudly as you try to push against your bonds, but it isn't any use. You have to live with it for now. If only you weren't in such an uncomfortable position. After all, your arms feel like they're stretched out and bound behind you, tied up together. You can't feel at anything with your hands, except soft plush and fabric. They feel like they're inside something. Something hard and plastic, clicking as the two objects on your hands hit together.

Your legs are spread, leather digging into your hips and thighs. In the darkness you imagine what you possibly look like right now. Your womanhood exposed and your breasts hanging in the air without any support. You fidget one more time before seeing a light shine in the distance, like the colors on an alarm clock. It moves across in front of you, with a duplicate beyond it. You realize there's obviously a mirror or something reflective, as you can see just a glimpse of your own eyes in the dark light. And whatever it was that that light came from... it was attached to something... circular.

You feel it. The large round object, like a watermelon, pressing up into your cleavage. It's warm and supporting, and you have to admit the effect is pleasant, although it would be nicer if someone got you out of this infernal contraption. You then feel two hands, just as warm and caring, press up to your breasts. They squeeze tightly but not painfully, focusing on the sensitive regions. You see lights in the reflective surface, lights at and between your breasts. Those lights... blue and fidgeting around, are eyes.

Another pair rubs at your pussy, causing you to scream. You scream loudly and beg for help as the hands tend to you and feel every inch of your opening but never seem to enter. You continue to scream until you feel a gag push into your mouth, ball shape in nature. It clicks loudly behind your head and is secured in place. No screaming for now it seems, no matter how hard you try. The hands continue to tease at your body, playing with the entrance to your folds and rubbing at your breasts. At least it feels good, perhaps you should just enjoy it. No! You can't think that. You struggle again and scream silently into the gag. You can't give up now! You can't give in!

As the forced pleasure continues to wrack your body, and the situation steels against the pleasure, you find the lights turning on. Slowly at first, to help adjust your eyes. You slowly see a lab, orange due to the lighting but quickly turning a clinical white and grey. You see the reflective surface in front of you is in fact a mirror, placed there for some purpose. You're secured tightly in every way, with your arms up and the mittens clearly on them. Your legs are off to the sides and heels are on them. Exactly when were you put in heels? Wait a minute. Exactly when did you even get here?

As you try to think of where you came from and what you last did your mind grows foggy and hurts. You try with all your mental strength but to no luck. It's like trying to remember a dream after you've been awake for too long. You can only remember bits and pieces, like who you are and where you work and what your parents' names are, but you can't remember how you got here. You stare at the mirror and your thoughts of home shatter as you remember to look at the lights, seeing what they're connected to perfectly in the bright clean light.

The object between your breasts is light grey, with a large blue eye looking right at your face, examining it and seemingly keeping watch. It fidgets a little every now and then, grazing its smooth metallic surface against your breasts just ever so nicely. There's a dark grey ring around the eye that shifts like liquid whenever the eye fidgets and twitches. On your breasts themselves are clearly hands, with similarly light grey bodies and fingers like the dark grey ring. On their palms are smaller eyes that focus intensely on your nipples, paying them a generous amount of care as they make sure you're completely tended to. They really are nice aren't they? You assume there's two more at your pussy and you can't help but think of just how good they're being to you. That's when you spot several more of those hand and egg shaped drones float around the mirror, pulling it away and letting you see your fate.

Before you are numerous pieces of equipment. Tubes, tanks, workstations. Laptops, electrodes, and small vials of grey and black liquid. You also spot at least a dozen or more of the hand shaped drones floating to you. The eyes on them oscillating between their palms and backs of the hand as the digits shift direction and purpose. And you quickly realize what that purpose is as they start to rub at your back and rear and every other sensitive bit on you, even your asshole. Shoo! Shoo! Go away you little weird pervert hands. You shift and shake to try and move them away, but it only so much as jitters one of them, and the strength of the hands makes it clear that it isn't the bonds holding you back anymore. Several eggs complete the set, although they just seem to watch. Television screens light up on a mobile workstation, and some of the hand drones cart it over to you. You can see them looking at you from every angle, seeing every curve and beautiful line. You really are quite beautiful aren't you? And these drones are being so good to you. No! No! Bad thoughts! Bad thoughts right now. Still... you have to admit they know what they're doing.

The hands swarm over you, never too much but certainly enough. Each one fondles a different part of your body, playing with it and forcing you to scream out in pleasure. Alright admit it, it feels good, and you can't get out of these bonds no matter how hard you try, so you may as well enjoy it. These are the thoughts you let enter your mind as you cope with your predicament. You wonder how long you've been here now, the sense of time fading. Your steeled arousal slowly warms, and you drift softly into bliss. You are suddenly jolted back to reality by a sensation you never dreamed of having right now. You feel your pussy tighten up as you climax hard and sharp. You have to admit that felt good and that it was better than anything you've had lately. Have you had sex lately? It isn't clear. You breathe out through your nose and a horrible thought enters your mind "I wonder when that will happen again." It all floods over you and you barely notice as a door behind you opens up, and a clawed toe clicks along the ground. Someone else is here, and it's certainly not a machine.

A man, large and menacing, walks into the room. At least you assume it's a man. His deep chuckling would imply such. The clicking noise of his claws stops. Where is he? Did he leave? You aren't sure until you feel one of those claws dragging along your rear, lightly scratching through your fur and onto your sensitive skin. The fingers trail down between your legs, and the hands that were pleasuring you move out of his way. His fingers waste no time entering you, and move right to their mark. Mechanical pleasuring can only go so far, and pales in comparison to the raw feeling of someone stroking a claw right against your sensitive regions. You can't help but scream out at the pleasure, but the moment you make a noise the hand pulls out. A quick slap to the rear is your punishment.

"Naughty girl. You have yet to be rewarded with your voice again. You've lost so much already... are you willing to learn? Movement, voice... even sight for a while. I can take everything from you. I already have." You're confused. What does he mean? You've never heard him before. You haven't even seen him yet. He steps in front of you and sits down on a chair placed for him by the hand drones. "Do you even remember who I am? You thought of a way to escape once. Once when you scratched my chest I had to bind your hands..." He pointed to his exposed chest and the several scratches across them. "... but when you actually almost escaped I realized a more... thorough examination was in order. The only way I could find to take away a plan of escape... was to make you forget." Examination? What did he mean? And you... escaped before? You don't seem to remember, but more importantly what did he mean by forget? What did he do to you?"

"I think reintroductions will be in order. My name is Dr. Manik DepraSeeve, your current owner and manager of the research laboratory you find yourself currently tied up in. The way you came to me is unimportant now, just as it was in the past and will be in the future. You might try to resist... but know that you have in the past. Each time you resist... I take away something. A bite, a muzzle. A glare, a blindfold. You run away again, and I will take so much more." You can't help but fear a shiver of terror through your spine. This man was crazy! He couldn't keep you tied up here. You aren't his to control but... you can't seem to well up the courage to even shiver now. He grins, knowing he has you.

"Good girl." Calling you a good girl seems ill fit for the situation, especially when that menacing hand reaches out for your face. Oh god don't! Not again! Not... again? He merely pats you upon your head, scratching just behind your ears. You can't help but admit how gentle he and the drones were. Was it a trick? Had he been far worse in the past? It was impossible to tell, but one thing was clear: a slight warmth was on your cheeks and a buzz was running through your ears. Maybe if you just do as he says you can wait your time out until you can escape again. Sounds like a plAAAAAAN!

A collar is slid onto your neck, the cold directly against your spine diverting all your thoughts to it. You want to take it off. Or at least shift or shake, but it is no use. It easily locks into place, and you know shifting would just get you punished again. "There we go. All set to go. Consider this my final solution. It's amazing what one can do with a well-focused charge of electromagnetic energy. You can fry brains, paralyze muscles... and do this." It didn't sound like he pressed anything, but a click would come from the collar. You don't feel different, but you're certainly more aware of the gentle breeze between your thighs.

His claw scratches now at your rear, and you swear you can count them. Four. No five. Five nails scratching delicately at the upper levels of your skin. Just enough to tingle and shock through your form. You can't help but moan out loudly at the touch... and you are rewarded with a slap to your rear. No climaxes for you it seems! The doctor growls above you and grips at your hips. "Seems someone needs to learn a thing or two about patience. Just wait your turn, girl. You'll get your chance for pleasure first. Just remember... my pleasure always comes first." You shiver at the feel of his breath over you. He's right. His is more important. Just do as he says and he won't take away anything more... right?

He grips your rear with one hand while you hear something unzip. It's clear what's about to happen. You should be resisting, you tell yourself. You should fight back. You should struggle, but you know there is no point, and giving in feels good right? Maybe it's the collar affecting you, but you know that it feels good when you just let things happen, so why not just obey? Obey. Obey. The word rings through your mind as he slides his waiting length inside. He moves with enough skill and practice that it's clear he's used you before, and you can't help but scream out in pleasure. He doesn't slap you this time. He does nothing. The drones grip your body and fondle you. The egg drones videotape you and you watch yourself from every angle as the monitors come back into focus. It's overloading. It's intense. It is wonderful.

He grips the back of your hair and pulls just enough to lift up your head. You feel a half-open smile grace your lips as pleasure wells up through your body. You can't cum yet though! The doctor said not to! Yes! You can't yet! You can't! He leans in close and breathes roughly against the back of your ear. He's close enough now that his fur brushes against yours. His labcoat draping over your form. He seems to want to say something. What is it? Anything! Anything you want I'll hear it! He brushes his teeth against your ear and speaks through moans and growls. "You may climax." And with that he growls loudly and deeply into your mind. His growl is all you can think of, that and the feeling of his warm cum pushing right into you. Your own climax seems so optional and secondary compared to the intense feeling of pleasing him, being used by him. This is what you never learned before. If only you had felt this pleasure before you might have still had a memory. You don't care anymore. You are Master's now, and that's all that matters. For a moment you wonder who you used to be and what you are... but then Master clears that up for you. He breathes in deeply, reeling from his climax, and states exactly what you are. "Good girl."

She was tied up and secured now. Bonds over her eyes prevented her from seeing the world, and suctioned earmuffs made sound an unknown. She could hear her own moaning, and the shivering and shaking within her form, but that was it. She was sealed and restrained by leather and chain and rope. Dr. DepraSeeve grinned at the sight of her. She certainly was enjoying the toys in her, and sucking on the feeding tube in her mouth. Another broken girl. Shame really. This one had put up quite the fight, but now she was just another one of the stock. Egg drones floated around her, monitoring her vitals and making sure she was in peak condition. Hand drones floated to the cart she was curled up on top of, carting her away. She was a neat little package now, with a tank of feed in the bottom of the cart along with equipment to monitor and take care of her. She'd be nestled amidst her sisters in some part of the facility, not to be seen by the doctor for some time. He smiled as he looked at a clipboard and read off her details. Name. Blood type. Sensitivity to genetic modification. He rated each one properly. He smiled and patted her rear. "Congrats. You've passed examination." And with that, she was gone.