She had closed her door last night after dinner, and while rereading their roleplay and related chat, masturbated furiously to one of her best orgasms...in a long time. To say she was eager to meet Chuck was a bit of an understatement, though she remained cautious - she did not want to get herself into any trouble. But, man oh man, this was some exciting game they were playing.“Oh, I dunno, maybe.”> > : “I know. I know. Trust me. Now, door open?”“Yeah?”> > : “Jeans off?”“Not yet, just got home”. " Now..", she said softly, "the same strict rules apply here as in the rest of the complex but...we are a bit more lenient in my lab, and you will be treated in a far more agreeable manner. Our staff are really quite oversexed and promiscuous, and are, of course, chosen for those very qualities. We will begin today with an unusual little concoction that shows great promise, and you can give us the personal feedback that will be so valuable to us."She took out a wierd looking device, quite. I promise you that each day, once I finish work in the afternoon, you will have my full attention. But don’t expect much during the daytime while I’m working.” He kissed her and this time with a passion that surprised her.As she called him for lunch the same thing happened, his mind was in another universe. She brought him some coffee in the afternoon and he kissed her but otherwise said next to nothing. Around six in the afternoon he came up, as she was standing by the stove doing some. I deliberately take calm breaths, slow breaths and my panic subsides. A voice in the darkness, metallic and inhuman: “Hello,” it intones.“Where am I? Who am I?” My own voice is raspy. The words come, but I cannot identify their font. My memory remains elusive. “You are our plaything.”The voice sounds wrong. It sounds like it is made from a synthesizer, a word I know, but a word divorced from its meaning. “What?”Pain. There is pain radiating from my balls, pain that shoots to my thighs and back..