It was a mildly windy morning so far. Of course, being rather early, there was no way of knowing just how the rest of the day would turn out. The sun had not even risen yet, and the Lab grunt knew when he slipped into Jag's dorm that she was asleep. He had made sure of it before he had entered.

He looked at the sleeping student with a perverted grin. In one careful motion, he placed his hands under the student. He lifted her bodily, and the grunt that accompanied him got the rope ready.

When Jag awoke, only her head was free of the sack that she had been stuffed into, the drawstring locked just tight enough to keep her body secure without choking her. Her hands had been tied behind her back inside the sack. She had been firmly gagged with duct tape, and she had been set on the floor of the speedboat as it headed for the offshore Labs.

The redhead was dreaming… or rather her thoughts had taken shape in her head, it was as if she were meditating so deeply that she had lost touch with her body. She couldn’t have known that a small amount of knockout gas had been released right by her headboard after she slept. Or what lay in store for her on this morning.

Something was happening on this god forsaken island. She didn’t know what but her friends, those she trusted, those that KNEW… were missing. Even though every part of her told her not to, she had made up her mind. Tomorrow she would find out the truth, one way or another…

Only, her morning was greeted with a warm shower and breakfast, but the sound of a motor and waves. She snapped open her eyes and looked around, instantly realizing that not only were her hands tied, but her mouth was gagged. On top of that she had been stuffed into a bag like a sack of groceries.

It wasn’t the typical monster that was standing over her though… it was two very human men. She had seen plenty of monsters disguise themselves as human males but… not these two. They were definitely the real thing. She tried to cautiously undo her hands but was unable to after nearly twenty minutes. If they let her go… she’d make them regret it.

One grunt kept a lewd eye on her while the other piloted the boat. Thusly did they reach the N.I.C.E. Labs. One man smirked at Jag as he physically lifted her by a pair of straps that had been sewn onto the bag. He carried the student like a backpack as he ascended the ladder after his partner, up to the platform where they would deliver her.

Waiting for them was Keithley. Keithley wore a stereotypical lab coat, with a green stripe-patterned shirt underneath it and a pair of blue jeans. His imitation-leather shoes had been shined meticulously, and his glasses were spotless as he laid eyes on the student. His ice-blue orbs seemed unable to look perverted, existing only to analyze what was there. He looked over the student in an observatory fashion, ticking some checkboxes on his clipboard.

"Yes, she's the one," he said with a nod. "Thank you, Davis. Now there are only five more students to obtain for us to silence. You can carry the student to the Lab, Hawkins."

Davis turned out to be the one who had carried Jag. He allowed her to slide from his shoulders, and the sack was caught by the other man. He put Jag onto his back and followed Keithley into the Labs while his partner began to descend the ladder.

Jag didn’t make their job any easier, the fiery redhead twisted and jumped in the bag as they carried her, trying her best to at least piss them off, take her out of the bag so she could use her feet and knock the snot out of them. Unfortunately, they were quite strong and disciplined and ignored her completely.

They eventually brought the girl to another man, and presented her like some kind of animal for inspection to a game warden. Although it seemed this was the one that wanted her after all. Her eyes didn’t widen but thinned into hate filled slits at the word “Silenced”… this was what had happened to her friends. She swore… if she got the chance she would kill every one of these men. First though, she had to get herself free. Couldn’t do any good if she was just their next victim.

Keithley walked briskly ahead of Hawkins as the burly man hefted the angered redhead. His slight frame contrasted greatly with that of Hawkins as he strode in front of the grunt. Keithley opened the first set of doors, which slid sideways with a whoosh.

Hawkins followed after Keithley silently, carrying the bound student as if she weighed no more than a bookbag. Keithley turned left, and Hawkins wandered after him.

Keithley ran a hand through his mullet as he walked. He hated the flourescent lights, but he knew he had to go through these halls to get to the room where Jag would be experimented on. Finally, he opened a door to a small room with shiny metal walls. When Hawkins entered after, carrying Jag still, it turned out to be very similar to an elevator in function, with one differing detail... no elevator moved quite that fast...

Jag was carried down yet another hallway, bright lights in this one blinding her still tired eyes. She was able to get a better look at both men, however. The one carrying her was probably a bodybuilder, or a soldier of some sort. He was obviously incredibly strong from the way he carried her. The other one though, the one that looked like some kind of scientist… if he was foolish enough to be left alone with her, she’d be out of here in no time. He was scrawnier and seemed distracted, like he hated his job or something.

I hate your job too you dick… she thought to herself. She calmed down finally and simply sat in the bag, conserving her energy.

They passed into some sort of elevator or airlock, which Jag paid little attention to until a sudden… very fast… acceleration.

The lift shot downward at a disturbingly high speed. Keithley barely seemed to notice, but Hawkins was getting a bit green about the gills. He was clearly the type who did not go on many thrill rides.

Finally, the lift lurched to a sharp stop, almost causing Hawkins' knees to buckle with the sudden deceleration. Keithley seemed unperturbed by the whole ordeal, and when he got out, Hawkins followed reluctantly, still carrying Jag on his massive back.

Keithley led the two down hall after hall, passing doors every few minutes, each marked with numbers. Finally, they reached the room Jag would be experimented on. Keithley swiped a card key through a machine, opening the door. He gestured for Hawkins to set the redhead down. Having done so, the burly man turned to leave. After he was gone, Keithley hit a button on the inside of the room.

The floor that Jag had been on was apparently some sort of conveyor belt, for the floor beneath her began to move, bringing her into the room. It was very dark in this massive room, but Keithley could see fine. He was used to the dark. As Jag was brought to the center of the room by the moving strip of floor, Keithley ascended a set of stairs on the wall of the room, and the door closed with a bang.

The elevator like room took them down at a stomach churning speed, and Jag shut her eyes as they went. She continued to remain as calm as she could while they carried her down another corridor. Finally there was a door, and the hulking man carrying her set her on the ground. Now… if she could get out of this bag she’d beat up…

And the door was closing, separating her from the scientist. And the floor was… moving?! With the door shut, Jag could hardly see a thing, but she could feel the air moving past her face and feel the inertia of her body change. Now she began to struggle again. If she could just get out of this bloody bag!

"Ah, Jag, we're so glad you volunteered," Keithley said, looking at his clipboard and reading her profile.

The segment of floor she was on stopped when Jag had reached the center of the room. Suddenly four robotic tentacles attacked her, one from each corner of the square she was in.

They quickly shredded the bag and her bonds, but before she could get used to her freedom, the tips reformed into cuff-like loops that gripped her hands and feet, spreading her out on the floor. They had not removed the strip of tape from her mouth.

Keithley looked at the student in the center of the room. She had been snatched right out of bed, so he hadn't expected her to be wearing much. His spectacled eyes danced over her form, not looking at her as a person, not even looking at her as a sex object like the monsters, he looked at her like she was a spreadsheet of data, merely so many numbers on a chart.

Jag muttered past the tape over her mouth at the word “volunteered”. Soon though, she could…

Her thoughts were cut off as four robotic arms attacked her with inhuman speed, ripping the bag from her. She instantly bolted up but was caught before she could even fully reach her feet, each tentacle forming a manacle like restraint around her ankles and wrists, forcing her into a spread eagled position. She still wore the clothes she had gone to bed in, a pair of soft, silken pants with a blue tinge, and a matching bra that didn’t do as much as she would have liked now to conceal her ample chest.

The girl fought against the metal arms for a little but finally calmed again, realizing she wasn’t going to break her way out of them. Instead her gaze shifted to the scientist, watching her from behind a large bank of controls and readouts. A cold chill ran down her spine… she had seen his look once before… he didn’t see her as a woman to rape, or anything like that… but merely a thing.

Now that she was helpless, the scientist ticked another mark on the clipboard, and retrieved a wireless keyboard from the wall. His fingers flew over the keys, doing upwards of 200 words per minute.

The robotic tentacles twitched, and then the ones at her arms branched about halfway down their length, forming new tentacles to touch against Jag. These ones had primitive fingers, and they pulled at her clothing, gently tugging it from her, removing it where possible without tearing it.

The redhead watched patiently as he typed, hoping for some chance… knowing her time was running out. She didn’t realize just how far gone she was until the tentacles began to move and shift. The branched out, new arms emerging from spots in the larger ones, to come down at her.

The girl yelled in protest as they began to pick at her bra, the cold metal sliding under the cup of her garment, cold against her bare breast. It pulled roughly for a bit, seemingly unsure how to dislodge the garment. Another arm snaked behind her and finally undid the clasp, at which point the metal appendages easily worked the bra up and away from her, exposing her large chest for the man.

At the same time, more arms tugged her pants down, exposing a lack of any underwear, her shaved pussy bare and spread open for him. Jag looked up into the booth with hatred.

(Your mouth was still duct-taped, remember?)

"Now, now," said Keithley, looking at the student below. "Making noise will only attract them to you." Sure enough, there was a skittering sound to Jag's left in the dark. "You don't want that, do you?"

((Fixed, sorry))

Jag’s muffled words stopped as she heard something else moving around in the room. She darted her head back and forth, trying to see what it was and where it was coming from, before looking back at the scientist, hoping for some clue on his expression. She doubted she would get one, however. So far he had been as cold as ice.

"They like the dark, you see," Keithley said to Jag. "They're very active critters. I hope you like invertebrates." He said this just as clinically as she had expected, his face just as emotionless as before.

The skittering continued, and visible in the dark were small shapes, about half Jag's height in length, shuffling around rapidly. There was also a dripping sound coming from each dark form as they closed in on her.