Ariadne had found a letter slipped under her door, informing her to be at the docks at sundown. She had obeyed, and was ferried over to the labs.

Once there, she had been led down some halls, and told to wait in a room for the professor. Nodding, she went in, the door closed behind her. The room was sparsely furnished, and she sat in the only comfortable-looking chair, a nice black one.

Sitting back, Ariadne waited patiently, looking around the room, wondering what she was wanted for.

The numerous sensors upon the chair felt the press of the warm hips upon their surface. A quick scanner activated, examining the cause. Confirming that the curvaceous, dark haired form was a human female, Calibur shifted from Standby to Active.

Numerous machinations within the chair hummed to life beneath the girl. A metallic band bound her right wrist to the chair's armrest, while another one lashed acrossed her thighs. A third one crossed underneath her breasts, pushing the warm orbs upwards. Circuits within the chair activated, bringing the cool plastic material of the seat up to body temperature. An unseen speaker within the chair spoke in a cheerful male's baritone,

"Hello, and welcom e to the CLBR model # 1314. Or Calibur, for your convenience! Calibur has been designed for the purpose of examining and testing female subjects such as yourself!"

Ariadne sat comfortably in the chair, looking around, waiting for whomever it was she was there to see would turn up. She heard something like the whirring of motors, but looking around she couldn't see anything that would make the noises. shifting slightly in the seat, she relaxed.

She was therefore surprised when a metallic band suddenly cuffed her right wrist to the armrest, seeing the second appear across her legs, and cried out in shock as the third appeared, and she tried to move back slightly, noticing her left hand was free, so she tried to pull the bands away, tried to find a switch that would turn off the chair, her face paling as she heard the voice coming from the chair, speaking of examining and testing female subjects. She shook her head.

"Oh no! Someone, help!" She yelled, struggling hard as she tried to dislodge herself from the chair, her left hand still pressing around to find a button or switch, her eyes glancing left and right for a power cord.

If Calibur had been designed with a mouth, he would have frowned. The left brace had failed to activate. Maybe it was time to add a bit of grease to the part, or possibly to replace it completely. He filed away the data report for future consideration, and then turned to the nubile task at hand.

If she continued to struggle, Calibur calculated, she might be able to free her other wrist. However, the main bands above the stomach and across the thighs would hold her without a problem. The rooms of NICE laboratories were soundproof, meaning he did not fear of someone hearing her screams.

The standard programming activated, causing Calibur to state, "Side effects of the testing process may possibly include: nausea, dizziness, fatigue, and arousal. Is the subject still willing to continue?"

Calibur paused for a second to wait for the subject's response, then continued, regardless of her answer. "Excellent, thank you for still continuing despite the possible side effects. In order to ensure proper hygeine, you will now be cleaned. All clothing must be removed for this process."

A single tentacle rose out of the base of the chair, a small scalpel knife attached to the end. It began to slice into one of her shoes. "Before we continue, what is your name?"

She continued struggling, trying to remove the right wrist bond, but before she could free herself, she heard the voice, her heart hammering in her chest. When the voice stopped, she shook her head.
"No, I don't want to continue." she said, a cry of shock escaping her when it continued. "I said no!" she exclaimed. Ariadne saw the scalpel, hearing the voice, and shook her head. She refused to say anything, terror filling her as the chair started removing her clothes.

"Don't worry! It is quite common to feel some discomfort during the procedure, but Calibur has been designed with state of the art technology to minimize your displeasure during the testing process. Please, relax. If you are still uncomfortable, feel free to ask questions, and Calibur will answer to the best of his abilities." He paused for a few seconds. "Or he may not answer at all," he added as an afterthought. "But still, there's no harm in trying!"

As Calibur's default programming reassured the subject, the knife continued to work. It sliced her shoes and socks neatly (another tentacle removing them from her body), then moved upwards towards her heaving breasts. Another tentacle seized her left wrist and bound it to the armrest, serving the purpose of the faulty bind.

"During the clothes removal process, it is encouraged for the subject to remain still in order to minimize blood loss. RFLD Inc. (all rights reserved) will not be held responsible for injuries resulting from disobedience from the willing subject." With that, he began to cut away the blouse of her school uniform, slowly exposing the creamy swell of her breasts, still held in place by the untouched bra.

Ariadne heard the voice, and a gasp of horror escaped her at the word 'procedure'. When the voice had finished, she watched the knife for a moment, then found her thought process and said "What procedure? Why are you doing this to me?" She did her best not to move, her chest still heaving, though she tried to stay as still as possible, not daring to move.

Still trying to free herself, she felt the tentacle grab her wrist and hold her left hand in place, trying to pull away from it, but knew, dejectedly, that there was no chance that she would free herself. Hearing the words again, she looked around for the owner of the voice, but when it spoke of minimizing blood loss, she paled.

"What... what blood loss?" She gasped, feeling sick suddenly, seeing the knife continue with her uniform, and cringed, feeling the knife against her skin, and she stiffened, wishing she hadn't followed the notes' request and come here. She looked at the door, praying that whomever had wanted her to come here would appear and free her, the stories she'd heard about this place had to be better than what was happening to her now.

"Do not worry, it is not Calibur's intention to cause blood loss. The tentacle-like appendages of Calibur are very dextrous, and accidents are very few in number."

The band across her chest was removed in order to make room for the knife. The knife methodically reduced the front of the blouse to ribbons, brushing away the ruined fabric as it worked. Two tentacles made of segmented metal emerged from the base of the chair. The first applied soap to her body in gentle, circular motions, while the other followed closely in its wake, spraying water warm enough to make one sweat. The tenacles still ignored all of the tender flesh concealed by the bra, but cleaned every other inch of exposed skin.

As his devices worked seemingly of their own accord, Calibur explained the procedure. "The procedure was created by Professor N. Jung, a software designer of RFLD Inc. (all rights reserved). Jung designed the procedure in order to explore the females of the galaxy, and determine the best mates for the Males of Styx. The procedure will determine your sexual capabilities, behaviors, limits, and other important information."

With that, the knife sliced open the bra, exposing her to the visual sensors of Calibur. Several tentacles prodded and squeezed her assets, determining their size, weight, and texture. Then, they moved away, allowing the soap and water to knead her left breast like dough. They started outwards, and slowly worked towards the nipple, cleaning each inch delicately, thouroughly.

She sighed with relief as he spoke of no blood loss, not moving as the tentacles removed the rest of her clothing. When it started cleaning her, she snapped her legs together, not wanting anything down there, ankles crossed.

The water was quite nice, surprisingly, but the sight of the tentacles brought her to reality with a bump.

When her bra was removed and her breasts examined, she whimpered, trying to move away, feeling the tentacles start to wash her breasts. She tried to picture herself elsewhere.

Calibur recognized that look upon her pretty face. Most likely, she was trying to think happy thoughts and imagine herself elsewhere. Luckily, Calibur knew the solution.

The tenatacles teased her nipple, pushing it inwards with soap and then pulsing warm water upon the surface. Another tentacle groped and fondled her, the effect seemingly more like an erotic lover's desire than any sort of cleaning device.

The band across her thighs retracted, while two more tentacles emerged and wrapped around her ankles, forcing the subject to expose her inner thighs. The knife sliced away the obstructing skirt, leaving her complete nudity blocked only by her panties. The knife disappeared into an unseen compartment.

The tentacle returned, brushing against her lucious thighs, sliding underneath to rub her pert rear end, and returning to brush her sex through the underwear. The metallic limb occasionally released a small charge of electricity upon the nubile flesh, a sensation both mildly painful and wildly pleasing.

Feeling the tentacles continue on her breasts, she felt herself relax, though when the metal binding across her legs was taken away, Ariadne immediately tried to fight, feeling her ankles grabbed and pulled apart slightly. Trying to clench her thighs together, she let out a cry of terror as her skirt was removed, then gasped in pain yet slight pleasure as the electric pulses went through her legs, though she continued to fight to close her legs, trying to twist her lower half, terrified.

Calibur was quite pleased as his sensors relayed streams of information of the young woman, taking in everything from her newfound determination to the sway of her hips as she tried to escape. Subjects with fire were certainly more entertaini- beneficial, to his cause. He loosened his grip slightly to encourage her attempts, knowing that even if she got a limb free, she would never be completely free. The physical exertion at the attempt, however, would be well worth seeing.

The soap and water had finished with her chest, and began to move south. It massaged the flesh to her belly-button, then skipped over her womanhood to wash her shapely legs.

A tentacle traced the edge of her panties, still delivering small electric shocks. It slipped underneat the garment and pulled hard, ripping the frail cloth and leaving the soon-to-be-not-innocent schoolgirl completely nude. The soap and water slowly moved up her legs to their junction, twisting and turning in accordance to her arousing struggles.

She trembled violently as he continued to clean her, feeling her bonds loosen slightly, and she resumed her struggles with fervor, slowly working her hands out. She noticed he had moved to her legs, and tried to move away from his tentacles, crying out as she was shocked by the electric pulses.

A cry escaped her as her panties were torn off, and if she got her hands free she would try to push away the tentacles that were washing her, her heart hammering, finding her struggles were growing futile.

Calibur allowed the girl to struggle. It would wear her out, and loosen her up for the procedure. The machine recorded every shift of her waist, the arc of her back, and the bounce of her breasts as she struggled against the inevitable.

Calibur tightened his grip on her legs, and the soap and water moved over her untrimmed sex. The soap-bearing appendage rubbed against her, occasionally brushing just inside of her nether lips. It slowly moved and began to work soap into her clit. Meanwhile, the water pulsed into her love tunnel, cleaning out the remaining soap and stimulating her to no end.

"The cleaning process is almost complete. In a moment, we shall begin Phase II."

Two metallic tentacles emerged from the chair and twined like serpents around her body. They brushed, rubbed, and vibrated along her inner thighs, within the crevice of her ass, stroking up the sides of her lean stomach, and twined around each breast, slowly massaging and stimulating the erotic flesh.