In the facility

Katelyn slowly stirred. She tentatively opened her eyes, but bright lights shined down on her and she quickly had to raise her hand to cover her face.

“At least my arms are free.”

She let her eyes adjust for a second, then opened them again and took stock. She was in a small bed, not much larger than a cot. The bed, her covers, the walls, and every other surface in the room were a blinding hospital white. The lights overhead were almost like the noon sun. The bed was against the long edge of the room, with a door to her right and a mirrored wall to her left. Katelyn sat up and swung her legs down to the floor, which was thankfully warm. None of her things, including her clothes, were anywhere in sight. The collar and cuffs remained, however. Katelyn had hoped that her whole incident with the chair had been nothing but a wild dream, but no such luck.

“Hello?” Katelyn asked the mirror. Her stomach was growling and she was willing to risk…whatever if they might give her some food. “Anyone?”

There was no response, so Katelyn got up and looked around the room. She looked at her bottom in the mirror to see if the shocks had left marks, but fortunately it looked ok. Whoever was watching from the other side was getting a view, for sure.

The door slid open unexpectedly and Katelyn quickly dove to the bed and covered herself with the blankets. The click-clack of stiletto heels echoed as a woman entered. She had a severe affect. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun and her lips may not have smiled in years, if ever. She wore an immaculate black power suit, looking as if dirt and hair were too scared to stick to it. Strung on her shoulder was an extremely expensive purse, the kind Katelyn couldn’t even afford to window-shop.

“Hello Subject K, you have had your nap now, do you feel better?” Katelyn recognized the voice from her treatment the night before.

“I suppose… Proctor.”

“Good, it seems you remember the rules. What else do you remember?”

The evening was a crazy blur in her mind.

“From last night?” The woman’s eyebrow raised, but she didn’t speak. “I…gave you my clothes. And then you strapped me into some kind of crazy chair,” Katelyn rubbed her ass in memory of that insidious fucker. It still stung, “you asked me all kinds of questions… then I passed out. Proctor.”

“And that’s all?” She asked. Katelyn could tell by the way she asked that there was more. There was obviously more, someone had carried her here. But no matter how hard she searched her brain it didn’t come up.

“That’s all, Proctor.”

“Interesting. I would have thought you’d remember the thunderous orgasm. It nearly broke the scale.” The woman managed a smirk, apparently with great effort. Katelyn blushed furiously.

“Where am I?” Katelyn asked. It might have been too bold, but the woman did not seem surprised.

“It is one of our core rules that you do not ask questions without permission, but as I was about to tell you that I will let it slide. Attach this and walk with me.” The woman pulled out a leash from her purse, with one end being in a metal cross about 6” tall and across. “Place that end against your collar,” She instructed. As Katelyn did so, she felt the familiar magnetic buzzing as from the previous night, and the end jumped in her hand to connect to the collar. “And your wrists against the crossbar.” She ordered. Katelyn tapped her cuffs to the side and those secured as well.

“Aren’t you gonna give me clothes?” Katelyn asked.

“You will be issued clothes if you need or deserve them. We keep the Facility at a high temperature to keep you relatively comfortable, but you should expect to be stripped more often than not. Come.” She said, and tugged on Katelyn’s leash, as the redhead quickly rose from the bed and followed to avoid being yanked. When she was standing, Katelyn was several inches taller than the blonde, even in heels. But the woman exuded a forceful air that made her feel like a giant.

The woman led Katelyn through the corridors by the leash. All of them had the same all-white color scheme and many of the walls and corners had one way mirrors, just like her room and the room with the chair. The effect was very disorienting, Katelyn couldn’t easily tell which were corridors, which were mirrored walls, or how to navigate this chaotic mess. She passed several doors, or possibly the same door multiple times. She couldn’t keep track. Standing in some areas were male guards in white jumpsuits complete with full face masks. Fucking creepy. Katelyn tried to bring her elbows in to cover her breasts as she passed, but they didn’t visibly react. The woman led her through one of the doors into what appeared to be an office, but a totally unusual one. The floor was covered in grass, which felt real grass under her bare feet, and plants grew along all of the walls. In the center of the room was an oak desk and chair like you’d see in any office, but the effect was like working in a forest clearing. The smell of leaves and greenery was remarkably fresh compared to the rather stale air of the remainder. The light in here had a more natural glow to it.

The woman disconnected the leash from Katelyn’s neck, but not her wrists. She hung the leash over a hook extended from a hole in the ceiling, which automatically retracted until Katelyn’s arms were pulled above her head and secured.

“I saw you trying to cover your breasts in the hall. I wouldn’t waste energy on modesty. Assume you’re being observed at all times in the Facility.” The woman sat at the desk and dropped her purse into the desk drawer, pulling a tablet computer it its place.

“But these strange men…” Katelyn said, “I don’t want to be ogled.”

“Who do you think was upvoting all those photos you shared online? The Facility guards are a tiny fraction of the men who have seen your naked body, and trust me, yours is not the first naked body they’ve seen.” Katelyn didn’t need that reminder. “In fact, given the number of photos of you posted online and the engagement metrics we’ve tracked, it’s a near certainty that a man is pleasuring himself to an image of you as we speak. How does that make you feel?”

“Wait a minute, what!? What photos, I thought I took those down?” Katelyn felt another shock run through her body as the woman pressed a button on the tablet.

“Do not answer a question with a question, Subject K. Answer mine. Somewhere, right now, a man is pleasuring himself to the sight of your body. How does that make you feel?”