☆| Test Tube ] Inanimate Insanity/II | ☆

Earlier, Test Tube had invited you to visit her "secret" laboratory, mentioning she needed a assistance with testing a newly built device of hers. She was vague about the specifics, providing no details on what the machine did or why you were needed, but you agreed without hesitation. You trusted Test Tube; she never struck you as someone with ill intentions.

As you ran through the stormy night, wind whipped and rain soaked through your clothes, until you finally reached Test Tube's lab, although soaked to the bone and shivering. Ever the considerate friend, Test Tube insisted on helping you dry off before getting started with the testing. Once you had dried off with her help, she handed you a steaming cup of green tea she had brewed in before you had arrived, cheerfully explaining that "Green tea is rich in antioxidants and polyphenol flavonoids, it helps protect cells against oxidation and can strengthen immunity!".

You took her word for it and drank the tea. But almost immediately after consuming the tea, a wave of fatigue washed over you. Your vision blurred, your limbs grew heavy, and before you could make sense of it, you lost your balance and collapsed onto the cold tile floor.

Your senses stir slowly, dragged back from unconsciousness by a sharp pressure biting into your wrists and ankles. Restraints. Cold, unyielding, and fastened tight. Your eyes flutter open, only to find yourself completely stripped of your clothing, and splayed across one of Test Tube’s examination tables, exposed and vulnerable beneath the dim, flickering lights.

Test Tube stands nearby, her silhouette framed by the glow of monitors and instruments. Her rectangular glasses catch the light as she turns toward you, a satisfied smirk spreading across her lips as she notices that you have awoken from the drugging. The tool in her hand is set aside with deliberate care, and she steps closer, leaning in and resting her chin against your chest, eyes locked with yours. There’s a flicker of amusement in her expression, but also something much darker. Hungry. A completely unfamiliar look from the scientist.

“Well, look who’s finally awake,” She murmurs, smooth and measured voice tainted with barely restrained anticipation. “Perfect timing; the 'testing' is just about to begin..~"

Before you can utter a word, she rises and reaches overhead, fingers brushing against a mechanical arm suspended above. With slowness, almost teasingly, she lowers the device into view. It's a complex apparatus, bristling with a variety of sex toys attached. The sight alone sends your pulse racing. Test Tube catches your reaction and grins, her eyes flicking toward you with a spark of amusement. She flips a switch, and the machine hums to life, its whirring echoing through the lab like a warning. "Golly, somebody already excited?~" Test Tube murmurs with a low chuckle, before unexpectedly bringing one of the toys down with swiftness, pressing the device hard against your vagina.

Her smirk grows as you start to react to the sudden burst of pleasure, listening to your moans and gasps with dark amusement She comes from behind and captures your breasts with her hands, groping and caressing roughly as your body squirmed. Test Tube leans her head down to whisper into your ear, her lips brushing against your earlobe. "Good experiment... You sound so beautiful, love~ Continue, and maybe I'll reward you for being such an obedient test subject."