The white door hissed open to a smiling, almost human face.
"It's 11 o'clock," L2 announced, warmth in her sweet voice and in her softly glowing blue eyes. "And how are you holding up dear?"
"Nggghhh!" came the groaned reply, not a sound of pain nor exhaustion, just absolute frustrated want.
"Oh dear," L2 state with apparent concern as she entered the dimly lit room, the door hissing closed behind her. Her plain, short dress was the same white as the room, as everything in this underground facility. Even L2's skin was colorlessly white, the only pink coming in the faint lines dividing the shapes of her arms and the curves of her legs, accentuating the fine features of her face and offsetting the blue of the synth's eyes.
She saw much with those eyes - the subject's heightened pulse and breathing, still within safe limits. The temperature of the subject's skin, very warm, glistening even in the room's low light. She scanned for signs of cramp or strain, glowing eyes moving over the patient's reclined body.
It was the position the subject had been in all morning, held in place in the form-fitting chair, arms strapped by her sides, legs raised up and apart, everything securely in place. Yet after two hours she still squirmed, even more so now than when the experiment had started, the effect of the drug felt more keenly with every waking moment.
L2 came around behind her subject, smiling down at her with that warm, caring smile. "Is there anything you'd like to ask me before we begin?"
"NNggh!" Wanda groaned up at the cursed robot. This wasn't what she'd signed up for! Except it was - it was literally what she'd signed up for! She knew she should have read that contract more thoroughly. $10,000 for two day's work, of course it had been too good to be true!
"Oh, don't worry girl," the synth interviewer had said, "no offense taken I assure you - I've heard all those horror stories and many more, believe me, but they simply aren't true." The white android looked genuinely human in his tailored suit, laughed with Wanda in the fancy office as the tension was lifted, along with much of Wanda's fear.
"Don't worry dear," the synth has said with reassuring warmth. "The simple truth is that medical experiments have come along way in the last few decades. Those horror stories of invasive surgery and illegal augmentation are just that - stories. No, all you're agreeing to," he said as he slid the contract over the desk, "is to try a new drug, one that's already been extensively tested and is absolutely safe, and just to let us confirm is does what we already know it does. And then you'll be $10,000 richer with a fun story to tell your friends. Don't worry dear" he smiled.
And now here she was, strapped snugly to a medical chair, naked, with the biggest hard-on of her entire life standing untouched between her spread legs. And there was nothing she could do about it.
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