XXVIII - The Box

Lisa's hands shook violently as she dragged herself back toward the refrigerated delivery box by the fridge she forgot for a second. Any movement caused the bells to jingle noisily as the satellite sensor was watching—she knew it was watching. Her naked, hot white body trembled both from fear and from the lingering sensitivity of the devices still lodged within her. Each movement caused unintentional shifts that sent ripples of unwanted stimulation through her body. With trembling fingers, she opened the box and pulled out the tray. The nutrient paste looked even more unappetizing up close—grayish-white with chunks of something she couldn't identify... She had to be careful not to get her hair dirty on that disgusting thing.

“My God...what IS this stuff?” Lisa thought it had a strong industrial smell mixed with chemicals that made her nose wrinkle in disgust. Her stomach churned at the sight and smell of the industrial-grade products. But the alternative... If she didn't eat it, the punishment would continue. And she'd learned that the Agent and mommy were relentless....“You should be behaving, not being a criminal, where is your gym training? Are you not a healthy 19-year-old?” Mommy giggled.

"I want to see you in the hall on your hands and knees, and you better be with no cover.....I want to see you eating the food i will send in the fridge. I have a perfect satellite sensors of your house, so don't fuck with me...You have minutes" Mommy said in an impressively human-like tone.......

"OH.. EeeeeAaaaeeeeE..." Lisa whined, her ring gag a harsh locked fit, moving, trying to obey. While her breasts were swaying slightly.

"Current program will resume in 29 seconds," Mommy announced.

"EaaaASeeeeE wooomyyyy," Lisa whispered into the hall, while saliva dripped from her little mouth. The Ring gag kinda muffling her sounds again. At nineteen, with no job and no academic future, her life was defined by the Secure-All 6000 system. Her body trembled with every step. The chastity belt, a masterpiece of engineering, clamped tightly around her waist. The black padded metal, reinforced, felt less like clothing and more like a second skeleton. The forty built-in silver battery spots glowed faintly, recharged by her own body heat, promising long years of unending servitude. Every movement caused unintentional shifts in the gear. The dog-shaped rubber dildo, currently expanded to seven inches by its internal sleeve, molded itself to her insides. Inside, rows of soft, alive rubber bristles twitched, sensing her panic..... Not a good gear to have at a public building hall.