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A muted fizzling filled the cold atmosphere, accompanied by a subtle ruffling of fabric. Two brilliant circular light sources partially illuminated the darkness, placed perpendicular to each other on the wall and the floor: the first was of an orange hue, the other cerulean. Both rings pulsed evenly with energy, crackling with branching bolts of colored lightning that outlined their vibrant rims. An amalgamation of intertwined limbs extended from each hole, meeting together in a bound mass of clothing and flesh that hung in mid air. A metallic voice rang out, echoing off of the steel walls; its apathy was apparent.

“I thought about our dilemma, Test Subject #1498, and came up with a solution that I think honestly works out best for one of both of us.”

A glossy red orb shone through the obscurity, hovering in midair and examining the bound, feminine form of its former adversary. Long, shapely legs extended upwards out of the blue circle below, clad in the lower half of a pocketed, orange, canvass jumpsuit. White rope had been wrapped strategically around both limbs, fastening them together at the thighs, calves, and ankles, which remained covered by a pair of muddy socks. An elastic waistband had been tied off around a lean waist, resting just above a similarly dirtied, white midriff shirt that exposed her toned abdominals. The other half of the woman’s body remained out of sight for the moment, cut off by the open vortex in the floor, save for a pair of wide blue orbs resting directly over her covered groin. Several strands of sleek, brunette hair framed her worried visage.

As the orb moved closer to the restrained figure, the orange and blue light revealed its motorized housing unit – a mass of mechanized machinery manufactured with countless wires, servos, and plastic encasements amounted to an animatronic monstrosity, creating an almost snake-like presence as it dangled ominously from the ceiling. A six-character acronym had been engraved in bold, black lettering across its leftmost protective plate, representing the captor’s true title: Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System. The apparatus’ leering eye examined its suspended prey with a modicum of interest before proceeding with another callous, verbal taunt.

“This next test involves the Aperture Science Restraint System. It was part of an initiative to investigate how well test subjects could solve problems when bound in unusually compromising situations.”

The sentient device pivoted around the bound woman, revealing the true extent of her subjugation – the curvaceous woman’s top half protruded out from the orange portal on the sidewall behind her vertically bound legs, purposefully positioned so her head rested directly on top of her concealed crotch. Her supple breasts hung in the air, prominently defined through her tight, white, tank top, while her arms extended skywards in direct parallel with, and attached to, her tautly tethered legs. The twine that wrapped around her wrists and ankles combined into a single, balled knot, tied off to the ceiling above, effectively suspending her in midair. Subtle vibrations flowed through her bound frame with each frustrated grunt, as the harsh reality of immobility sunk into her soul.

“Results were highly informative. They could not.”

Effectively muzzled and moaning lasciviously into her own crotch, the Test Subject swung her body side-to-side, oscillating like a pendulum, trying to generate a means of release. Her efforts did bear fruit – the uppermost cable splintered slightly, several strands splaying out to the side. A grain of hope blossomed in the blackness, the light of defiance reignited in the brunette’s pupils.

It was quickly snuffed out.

“Hm. It seems this rope has not been calibrated to someone of your… generous… ness… I’ll add a few zeroes to the maximum weight.”

A multitude of metallurgic tentacles erupted from the ceiling above, ensnaring the helpless captive and reinforcing the bonds already in place. An additional grouping of feelers wrapped themselves above, below, and around her breasts, squeezing them rhythmically, while dozens of smaller antennae massaged her tender nipples. The brunette moaned in defeat, her pupils glazing over as the bodily sensations consumed her mind.

“If it makes you feel any better, bondage has now validated your birth mother’s decision to abandon you on our doorstep. But do not worry too much about your self-worth.”

A particularly powerful pinch on her sensitive buds sent a surge of pain and pleasure through her entangled frame, eliciting another salacious groan as the merciless machine and its gleaming, red eye retreated into the blackness.

“We have many more tests to perform.”

Description
A muted fizzling filled the cold atmosphere, accompanied by a subtle ruffling of fabric. Two brilliant circular light sources partially illuminated the darkness, placed perpendicular to each other on the wall and the floor: the first was of an orange hue, the other cerulean. Both rings pulsed evenly with energy, crackling with branching bolts of colored lightning that outlined their vibrant rims. An amalgamation of intertwined limbs extended from each hole, meeting together in a bound mass of clothing and flesh that hung in mid air. A metallic voice rang out, echoing off of the steel walls; its apathy was apparent.

“I thought about our dilemma, Test Subject #1498, and came up with a solution that I think honestly works out best for one of both of us.”

A glossy red orb shone through the obscurity, hovering in midair and examining the bound, feminine form of its former adversary. Long, shapely legs extended upwards out of the blue circle below, clad in the lower half of a pocketed, orange, canvass jumpsuit. White rope had been wrapped strategically around both limbs, fastening them together at the thighs, calves, and ankles, which remained covered by a pair of muddy socks. An elastic waistband had been tied off around a lean waist, resting just above a similarly dirtied, white midriff shirt that exposed her toned abdominals. The other half of the woman’s body remained out of sight for the moment, cut off by the open vortex in the floor, save for a pair of wide blue orbs resting directly over her covered groin. Several strands of sleek, brunette hair framed her worried visage.

As the orb moved closer to the restrained figure, the orange and blue light revealed its motorized housing unit – a mass of mechanized machinery manufactured with countless wires, servos, and plastic encasements amounted to an animatronic monstrosity, creating an almost snake-like presence as it dangled ominously from the ceiling. A six-character acronym had been engraved in bold, black lettering across its leftmost protective plate, representing the captor’s true title: Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System. The apparatus’ leering eye examined its suspended prey with a modicum of interest before proceeding with another callous, verbal taunt.

“This next test involves the Aperture Science Restraint System. It was part of an initiative to investigate how well test subjects could solve problems when bound in unusually compromising situations.”

The sentient device pivoted around the bound woman, revealing the true extent of her subjugation – the curvaceous woman’s top half protruded out from the orange portal on the sidewall behind her vertically bound legs, purposefully positioned so her head rested directly on top of her concealed crotch. Her supple breasts hung in the air, prominently defined through her tight, white, tank top, while her arms extended skywards in direct parallel with, and attached to, her tautly tethered legs. The twine that wrapped around her wrists and ankles combined into a single, balled knot, tied off to the ceiling above, effectively suspending her in midair. Subtle vibrations flowed through her bound frame with each frustrated grunt, as the harsh reality of immobility sunk into her soul.

“Results were highly informative. They could not.”

Effectively muzzled and moaning lasciviously into her own crotch, the Test Subject swung her body side-to-side, oscillating like a pendulum, trying to generate a means of release. Her efforts did bear fruit – the uppermost cable splintered slightly, several strands splaying out to the side. A grain of hope blossomed in the blackness, the light of defiance reignited in the brunette’s pupils.

It was quickly snuffed out.

“Hm. It seems this rope has not been calibrated to someone of your… generous… ness… I’ll add a few zeroes to the maximum weight.”

A multitude of metallurgic tentacles erupted from the ceiling above, ensnaring the helpless captive and reinforcing the bonds already in place. An additional grouping of feelers wrapped themselves above, below, and around her breasts, squeezing them rhythmically, while dozens of smaller antennae massaged her tender nipples. The brunette moaned in defeat, her pupils glazing over as the bodily sensations consumed her mind.

“If it makes you feel any better, bondage has now validated your birth mother’s decision to abandon you on our doorstep. But do not worry too much about your self-worth.”

A particularly powerful pinch on her sensitive buds sent a surge of pain and pleasure through her entangled frame, eliciting another salacious groan as the merciless machine and its gleaming, red eye retreated into the blackness.

“We have many more tests to perform.”