Sexual Service Contract (female)

Your life, which seemed to be going nowhere, suddenly seems like it is on fast-forward after you submitted your loan application. The very next day you got a phone call asking you to come in for a physical, to make sure you are healthy enough to work. A physical that was scheduled for that same day.

If you passed their physical, you would be immediately fitted with your new ChastiCorp accessories and your money would be deposited into your account today. With thoughts of all that money and what you will do with it floating through your head, you clear your admittedly not-very-busy schedule and head to the appointment.

Cash-For-Work Loans is predictably located in a busy strip mall in the middle of town and you self-consciously tug your hood further over your face as you walk from your car to the building. Nevermind the fact you are sure you look absurd wearing a black hoodie in the middle of the summer, but you don’t want anyone to recognize you. Your siblings would never let you live this down.

Inside the building, you are dismayed to realize that the woman at the front desk went to high school with you. Blushing, you approach her anyways.

“Hi. I have an appointment.”

She looks up, but thankfully doesn’t seem to recognize you.

“Name?”

“Casey Jones.”

She types something into her computer.

“Gotcha. Have a seat and someone will be with you soon.”

The chairs are uncomfortable plastic and the anxiety pooling in your lower belly only makes it worse. Still, you sit and wait until “Casey Jones!” a man calls unnecessarily loud in the almost empty lobby.

You stand and follow him quickly, hoping that no one here tells your family.

He leads you down a long hallway to an examination room towards the back that seems odd and out of place in the otherwise blandly commercial space. Inside, it is more like a doctor’s office than a loan company, complete with a gyno-chair and doctor in a lab coat. The man closes the door behind you, leaving you alone with the intimidating female doctor.

“Strip,” she orders, “ Place your clothing and other belongings in the crate and sit in the exam chair.”

Her brisk way of just telling you what to do has you oddly turned on and stripping out of your clothes before you think twice. Your down to your underwear and bright red all over when she adds, “Everything. You need to be completely naked.”

Reluctantly, you pull off your bra and wet underwear before climbing into the chair. With your legs spread wide in the holsters, your cunt is on full display to the woman and anyone else who might come in the unlocked door. At the humiliation, you feel yourself getting even wetter and you pray to god that the doctor somehow doesn’t notice.

The woman starts with normal physical stuff: heart, lungs, reflexes, etc. Soon though the doctor moves on to the not so normal stuff and shoves three fingers into your almost virginal cunt and it’s too much.

“Never had a real cock up here, have you?” The doctor snorts derisively, “Don’t worry. That will change soon enough, you stupid slut.

You splutter in indignation, unsure of what to say, but the woman just ignores you. Instead she grabs a polished silver belt from the countertop and starts fitting it to your body.

It starts with a catheter into your urethra. It burns as it goes in, but the doctor doesn’t even stop to explain what she is doing and you are too shocked to protest.

Next, she moves lower and presses a gleaming metal butt plug to your asshole. This causes you to speak up, trying to tell her it’s too big. You’ve never put anything up there before.

“Stop being a baby,” she tells you and pushes harder against your sphincter and the plug pops through and seats into place. It feels wrong, having something in your ass and you instinctively push, trying to get it out, but it doesn’t budge.

The doctor shoves a large metal dildo into your cunt and it hurts even worse than the butt plug. Your sure she must of torn something inside of you, but she just keeps working, wrapping the metal belt around your hips and connecting it to a u-shaped piece that fits between your legs.

Everything snaps together and you watch in horror as ChastiCorp’s patented nanites get to work. All the joints in the device meld together and disappear. The whole thing tightens on your body and you know it is fusing with your skin. A symbol appears above your cunt and you realize your vagina now has a tap to pay system. The only way for anyone to access your cunt is to pay. Fuck.

You knew you were basically signing up to be a prostitute, but you never really thought through how that would work. Never really thought about how that meant you would have to pay to access your own cunt to.

Suddenly, you have another more horrifying realization. There is no hole for you to piss or shit through. “How do I go to the bathroom?”

The doctor rolls her eyes at you. “You can pick a manual up from the front desk that will explain how your new accessory works. Now get out!”

She picks up the crate with your clothes and phone and throws it out the door and into the hallway.