Run Zoe, Run.

Zoe ran, petrified of the consequences if she didn’t.

The streetlamps were just starting to flicker out in the grey light of the dawn, and the cold morning air sent goose-bumps across her skin. Zoe kept her body tight – anticipating another blow of the phantom crop that she couldn’t protect herself from – but one didn’t come.

She just had to keep moving… right? But what if it didn’t let her stop...? What then?

Zoe’s mind raced – panic flooding her.

The tears started. How could she have been so stupid? She was playing with something she didn’t understand, something that was clearly magical and dangerous, and she’d used it to what… make herself cum?

The red-head sobbed as she ran, trying to wipe the tears from her eyes, her heaving chest shuddering as her body fought for oxygen to keep her moving as she cried quietly.

Without a bra, Zoe was painfully aware of every step she took, every bouncing movement of her chest inside the loose shirt made her nipples, already erect from the cool morning air, rub teasingly up and down, up and down.

It only heightened her shame and fear.

She was running down the street at 5am, tears in her eyes, half asleep – she hadn’t stretched, she hadn’t prepared – she wasn’t wearing any underwear and her braless state would be obvious to anyone that looked at her. Her cotton shorts were loose and the girl felt gusts of the air dancing up each short leg and against her crotch as she tried to focus on keeping one leg in front of the other.

Mercifully – the greyish light of the early morning left the world even more eerily quiet than her last two morning runs. No cars, no pedestrians – just her.

She passed quiet house after quiet house, their occupants, she imagined sleeping peacefully – unaware of the humiliated, ****, girl running for her life outside their windows. She wanted to call out for help – but just like with Katie – what could she possibly say? And what if they made her stop running? Would she just be whipped by the ghostly crop forever?

Zoe didn’t even know what she was doing.

She felt like a wreck, emotionally and physically – and she cursed herself for her own arrogance, she thought she could control this?

Stupid… stupid… stupid…

She looked at the strap on her wrist, whimpering as she confirmed for herself again that the button really was gone. She didn’t have any other way to control the thing.

I need to get this thing off of me…

Lungs bursting, Zoe sprinted across the road and onto the university campus - turning onto the familiar trail and trying to make up more time. Her cheeks burning with shame, desperately hoping she wouldn’t see anyone, or, more importantly, that no one would see her…

Unlike her last runs, Zoe was kept uncomfortably and constantly aware of herself – every discomforting bounce of her breasts, every chill breeze on her nipples, every slip and slide of her cotton sorts and squeak of her running shoes without socks… it all just burrowed into her psyche… it stopped her even reaching the sweet release of zoning out.

“Good girl!”

The voice from her wrist cooed in something between encouragement and distain – Zoe could only sob again, mortified.

“Avoid breaks to earn a reward!”

She rounded the sycamore without even thinking of stopping. She didn’t want to be out here anymore – she just wanted to go home… to go back to bed… to stop this frenzied run she’d been **** on… to get home and cut this thing from her wrist if she had to. She wouldn’t let it control her like this…

Grateful that she had seemingly made it this far without being seen, Zoe darted towards the entrance to the woodland path and cut into the welcoming shade of the trees. The sun was just starting to crest the horizon now – causing beams of light to form between the leaves and branches beside her.

The early morning dew, evaporating in this new heat, formed a light mist that clung to her skin, creating little droplets of cool water that made her shirt cling even tighter to her bare chest, accentuating the curves of her breasts even further.

Zoe sobbed quietly in self-pity, painfully self-conscious of how crazy she would look if anyone saw her - but she dared not stop.

Her legs ached now – she would usually expect to be able to flow by now to mask the pain, but the embarrassment and self-pity made it impossible to relax into her strides and Zoe could only groan in discomfort as she **** herself to run on…

“Good girl!”

Zoe mewled pathetically, the patronising voice ringing in her ears causing her exhausted body to burn with brighter and brighter shame.

Eventually – mercifully – the red-head found herself emerging from the shelter of the trees and back onto the suburban streets. The sun had risen further now warming her as she passed into patches of its rays between the shadows of passing buildings.

She rounded the corner back onto their street – her lungs burning for air, body aching. She spotted Katie’s car still parked out front – it was still too early for her friend to have left. Worse, Zoe realised with growing horror as she approached the house, there was a good chance her friend was already getting ready for the day…

Zoe’s horror only grew however when she reached the front yard and rounded the mailbox. Time slowed as she suddenly realised what would come next… her…

“P-p-please… no…” she whimpered, slowing her pace to a walk in the front yard and hopping from foot to foot in **** horror.

She yelped, another sharp flick of the crop landed squarely across both her ass cheeks, jolting the terrified girl forward and causing her to leap with a squeal up the front steps and onto the porch.

“Good girl!”

The strap praised, vibrating as the light flashed green.

“Please… no I don’t want to… nnnUUUGHHH!”

Her back arched, and she was helpless to stop her ass thrusting backwards lewdly as the unwanted orgasm ripped through her. Zoe had no time to catch her breath from finishing her run to now and she gasped desperately for air to avoid passing out.

Knees weak, head faint, she hadn’t even realised she grabbed hold of the door frame for support until she realised she was moaning loudly into the doorknob, trying to use it as a gag. Like before her mouth tasted sugar, her lips sweet.

“Required Distance completed in 40 Minutes, 5 Seconds – a new standard has been set!”

Her thighs clenched together as she spasmed, bucking and up on her toes, her high shorts riding so high up her ass that Zoe could only pray in abject misery, **** that there was no one on the street behind her to witness this. But the tracker didn’t care – it ripped the orgasm from her sadistically and she could only shudder in its after-glow before dropping to her knees on the porch, sobbing in humiliation and horror.