Jess meets her audience

Jess had a moment to notice a pressure building around the tight buds of her nipples, and then the garment seized her, eliciting a whimper of discomfort from its captive occupant. She was **** to turn towards the bathroom door, steered by her tits the way reins steered a horse. It only hurt when she resisted. She cursed, she struggled, but in the end she obeyed. Panting and red faced, she found herself led to her living room, standing in front of her computer. Hesitation resulted in another pinch to her throbbing nipples, so she relented, and opened the laptop.

As the screen flickered to life, Jess's eyes widened in horror as she realized what was happening. Her camera was active, recording her. It was a cam site, and she was the entertainment. A wave of nausea washed over Jess as she realized the full extent of her predicament. With trembling hands, Jess watched as messages began to flood the chat, a barrage of lewd comments and perverse requests that made her skin crawl. The voyeuristic gaze of her audience bore down on her, their hungry eyes devouring every inch of their new obsession.

She slammed the lap top closed and backed away, shaking her head. This was too much.

The phantasmal caning resumed, stinging fire striping her tight ass. She yelped, but stood firm, still refusing and was rewarded with the same treatment to her heaving chest. Still she refused. But despite her iron will, it only took one stinging strike to her pussy to send her crawling back to her eager audience.

As the panting young maid read the disturbing messages flooding the chat, her confusion deepened into a profound sense of horror. The words of the viewers painted a chilling picture, one that hinted at a level of control and manipulation far beyond anything she had ever imagined.

Nanite control. Constant surveillance. Hacked social media. Paid punishments for their entertainment. Some were even discussing her purchase price. The unifying thread was the mention of some facility... the apparent origin of her living nightmare.

She watched, stunned as a notification of a fifty dollar payment floated across the screen, followed by a comment.

User01: Time for some entertainment.

Jess felt the uniform tingling, preparing to release some form of fresh hell upon her.