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Cursed to be an Experiment (UseAlex and Jacob.Johnson.28)

A different man from the one that drive you, he stands very tall. 6' or so. Dark hair, very fit, his whit jacket in a wrinkled state, covering his need t-shirt ("beam me up" is all you can make out) and jeans.

"Come on, I have a lot to get to. And you need to get in there now. Your sleeping is holding off the orientation!"
 
"Uh, okay... I guess. Listen, the orientation won't take long will it? I'm really not interested in this job, I'm just doing what I have to to be able to leave."
I follow his directions quickly, figuring the best way to advance this along is to just cooperate. Lucky for me I didn't have anything planned for today, although I can't say this is how I intended to spend my day off.
 
"I promise you, when you are finished, you will be ready to leave. Don't worry, it takes as long as you want it to take" he winks at you. Following you, he directs you with a simple "left here" or "right there" bringing you to a room with a projector, coffee, and donuts. Very fancy movie theater seats are in rows in front of a screen.

"Go ahead and help yourself. When you are seated, the orientation will begin. Good luck!" He chuckles as he closes the door, leaving you alone in the dimmed room.
 
I grab a donut. Never much of a coffee drinker. I sit down in the row farthest back and start nibbling on the donut, waiting for the presentation to begin. I still have no idea what the job could possibly entail. I suppose if it's appealing enough I might consider quitting my job... This is actually kind of exciting, although I still feel kind of like I'm just humoring these people as if they are pushy salesmen.
 
UseAlex said:
I grab a donut. Never much of a coffee drinker. I sit down in the row farthest back and start nibbling on the donut, waiting for the presentation to begin. I still have no idea what the job could possibly entail. I suppose if it's appealing enough I might consider quitting my job... This is actually kind of exciting, although I still feel kind of like I'm just humoring these people as if they are pushy salesmen.
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The lights dim. The projector starts, and the speakers start a gentle tune. "Welcome, to T.I.S. Labs. Where we craft the women of tomorrow." The movie drags on about its history, the founders, etc. very slowly, the chair activates. Cuffs imperceptibly close around your wrists and ankles. Around your waist.

"Your new job, one we hope for many, is to test our new 'Perfect Girl' program. Speciallized machines and breakthroughs in clothing technology will help guide you into the girl of tomorrow!" The film shuts off, and the lights come back on. The other seats recede into the floor. Yours reclines, and then nothing happens.
 
As soon as I hear mention of creating the perfect girl, I am immediately done considering anything these people have to say. But it is already too late. I try to stand up abruptly, but my wrists and ankles are cuffed. I struggle and squirm in the chair, but no leeway can be gained. When all the other chairs fall into the floor and my own chair shift, I am terrified.
"Hello?! Someone help me! I don't want the job! You said I could leave after orientation! I want to leave! Someone!"
 
The seat starts to rumble. To vibrate. It's soothing, comfortable. Until you feel mechanisms moving in the chair. Pushing against your bottom, your crotch, and forcing you to arch your back. The chair starts to change, the arms of the chair shifting above your head and bringing your wrists with them. The legs extending outward, causing you to eventually recline. The rumbling machines around your crotch and bottom start to vibrate violently, shaking your whole body.

"Orientation has just begun, Ms. Summers." A voice sounds over the speakers in the room.
 
When I hear the voice, I go silent. I am scared, but I know calling for help won't help at all. I contemplate what my options are, but I know there is nothing I can do. I start breathing heavily as I pull against my restraints, feeling just how immobile I am now. With my hands above my head, I feel like I'm pushing my chest out and my skirt barely even covers my crotch.
 
The floor opens and a dildo machine emerges. It positions itself perfectly and locks to the band currently around your waist. Another emerges from above your head and threatens from above your head.

"Ms. Summers, for every answer you give, you will be rewarded. Refuse, and you will be punished. I would not test this constraint. First question, you are a virgin, correct?"
 
"Yes, of course I'm a virgin. I'm not going to let you take my virginity!"
I don't see any reason to refuse to answer, but the questions coming up may be much more difficult... Still, I can't help but voice my resistance to this treatment.
 
"What kind of question is that? Of course I do!"
Mostly friends, but also some family. I live alone, with no roommates and all my family lives in different towns. No one would come looking for me for at least a few weeks.
 
"Hmm. Not a very pleasing response." You hear muffles of "attitude and behavior adjustment".

"What is your sexual experience?"
 
"Ms. Summers, may I remind you of the consequences of refusing to answer? Discuss any involvement with a male or female."
 
"What are you talking about? No involvement! I told you already, nothing! I'm a virgin, never been touched, never been seen naked, never orgasmed! Okay? Do you get it now?! Obviously I'm a terrible pick for this cruel job, so let me go this instant!"
 
"My my Ms. Summers, you certainly need this experiment then. You are the most imperfect girl. One that is without experience should experience all. Or, rather, offer others to experience all. First, the injection." A needle comes out of the dildo above you and, whipping into position, sinks itself deep into your right, then your left nipple. A liquid is released, you feel a gush into each breast. It removes itself.

"Next, we must prepare her for the suit" the voice says almost to the side of the microphone. Another 2 arms emerge and start spraying some sort of liquid-solid onto your skin. Where the spray hits, your clothing melts away, replaced by a whole body suit.

The suit wraps around each of your legs and feet, up your back but leaving your ass unclothed. It moves up and around your shoulders, extending down your arms and hands. It ends at the neck. Everything else is exposed
 
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