XIX - Lisa, the legal

"You're my fully legal **** pet. I'm your trainer and you're my property. Do you wanna be **** to go outside naked and die like so many others on the streets of New York? Or maybe electricity? ****? Or by evil control over your body? You're not a person. You're my thing. My toy. My **** pet" Mommy explained, calmly, as if she was talking to a dumb person....

"I can't be a ****!! I'm a person. A woman! I have rights. I'm a citizen with rights!" Lisa reacted, throwing her hair back nervously, all under the sound of the humiliating bells, and each movement caused a strange tickle in the cervix, and lets say her ass also had a large hollow and evil insertion to annoy her 24/7.

"No you not. You're a **** pet. An animal, a ****, a piece of property. You signed the papers. You're mine to manage now. No more questions" Mommy replied in her almost always cold voice..... "Sleep well, my pet! I'm cutting off communication for today, its late." Mommy said....

And then, the night passed on the polluted, toxic atmosphere, smog dystopian New York, with its skyscrapers and its neon lights. It was the city that never sleeps, the city of money, the city of sin. The city of people in atmospherical resistant suits, oxygen masks and reinforced shoes, walking around with no expressions on their faces. The city of business people, the city of skyscrapers, the city of crime. The city of smoke, the city of smog, the city of toxins, the city of ****, the city of dreams. The city where dreams come true, the city where dreams die. The city that Lisa now hated....

And by the next morning, **** Lisa looked and felt like she was dying. Dark circles formed under her eyes from lack of sleep. She was a nervous wreck..dreading every next cycle, but waiting for it as well. To make thing worse, she developed a horrible itch inside the belt. When she asked Mommy about it, the machine said she had only one explanation, but it would not tell her.

"You must be horny" It said. Lisa felt insulted, but realized that the machine was right. The more she tried to ignore the itch, the worse it got, until it was almost unbearable. She couldn't stop herself from rubbing her pussy against the edge of the bed, which made it worse, but better at the same time. She also tried to rub the belt against the headboard, but the itch was on the inside of her clit hood, and she couldn't reach it, even when she tried to spread her legs as wide as possible, even more then 180° degrees. It was an impossible task, and the frustration grew, until she thought she might go insane.

The next evil cycle soon started...

"I...I can't take this anymore" Lisa cried "Mommy...I...I'm begging you. I'll do anything...Please...give me an orgasm...I'm really going crazy" Lisa said, her face all red...

"Your behavior is unacceptable" Mommy's metallic voice came over the speaker, "and good manners forbids you from touching yourself."

"But it's not touching myself! I'm wearing a belt!" Lisa yelled desperately. She had developed a habit of scratching her fingernails and toenails against the wooden floor, and she hoped Mommy wouldn't notice....

"Asking to cum, It is still considered as an attempt to touch yourself, my **** pet. And rubbing against stuff on Steve's house It is also considered as an attempt to perform masturbation." The machine replied, its cold voice making Lisa feel so small.

"But it's killing me!" She protested, "I'm begging you...Please, Mommy...please...take the block away....just for a while...I can't do this...I'm begging you....I can't...." Lisa cried.......