Machines are a Girls ‘Best’ Friend

Felicity awoke around seven thirty in the morning wondering what she was doing naked in a strange bed. It took her mind awhile to process the goings on of the last two days before sitting up. She just sat there wondering what to do with her day until her tummy protested loudly for attention.

Leftover cold pizza was a common thing of her past and gave her some small comfort as she scarfed down the half day old slices and threw the empty box in the trash. She then emptied what was left of the coke, rinsed out the plastic cup, and filled it with water to ease her thirst.

She then went and relieved herself, followed by another shower to wash her hair and rinse out the armband. Instead of letting her hair air dry this time, Felicity used the room hairdryer, also on the armband as well. She then applied a minimum of makeup, just some lip gloss and eyeshadow, and then tried to work up the courage to leave the room and go to the nearest convenience store.

After the twenty-eighth amendment passed, Alabama was one of the few southern states to embrace some of the changes. There is actually the New Eden movement that started in Alabama and supports the return of nudity with chapter houses all over the state. They started churches that are attended in the nude that have spread to almost half the states in the nation. New Eden even has an official tattoo, the fig leaf, that is displayed over their pubic regions and represents their connection with the original garden. As a result, it is common to see naked people in public in the state of Alabama, even if they don’t show leaf. Thus the reason hardly anyone blinked an eye when she was in the restaurant with Brent, even if there were a few lascivious stares. Very few police even check licenses anymore.

With her purse over her left shoulder, Felicity exited her room and tried to act normal, like she was always meant to walk naked. She made her way out of the motel parking lot and to the street, spotting a Shell station down the street to her right. Purposely ignoring the honks of horns as they passed her by, Felicity had her head held high as her short 4'10" frame strolled down the street with a confident look, which was occasionally ruined when stepping on small rocks.

When she finally managed to reach the store and go inside, she went straight to the hygiene section and picked up a dental kit, some eyeshadow,and lipstick that would compliment her new face, and a bottle of water. After paying for her goods, she immediately went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and give her breath a more pleasant odor. She then searched for the nearest public library so she could use the computers since the phone was just too small.

Leaving the gas station, she spent the next hour on foot traveling to her next destination after putting the supplies back in her room. She was lucky that the route passed through the suburbs and kept her away from the main roads. The only people who saw her were people doing yard work and housewives peaking outside their windows.

Just before the first quarter past ten, she walked in the air conditioned library. She went strait toward the computers, putting in her library card number to reserve an hour of time. Felicity searched first for the nearest gyno machine, which was a mistake on her part, writing down the address on one of the small cards next to the computers. Then she started researching places that she could stay. A hooker hotel was out since the rooms were rented by the hour and she would actually have to be servicing someone to use them. She also couldn't afford to keep renting motel rooms without a constant supply of clients, renting an apartment was out since she couldn't afford first and lasts month rent fore even the the cheapest.

Skipping the house hunting, Felicity focused on finding a non sex related job. There were few opportunists for the nude unless she were a member of New Eden, which she adamantly refused to join. Some of those people were just down right fanatical. Not putting it off any longer, she went to the gyno machine located at a medical center fifty minutes away arriving just after noon.

Instead of entering the machine, she went to a Popeye's across the street, throwing away the empty water bottle and entering the restroom to clean up. She then ordered a two piece meal and ate in the corner, not looking at the other naked woman behind the counter only wearing an apron. She often pictured other girls naked, but when confronted with the reality, it's quite different. At least she had practice ignoring them in the girls shower room. Once done eating, Felicity washed up in the bathroom, went across the street to get her procedure done.

Thirteen minutes later she was standing in front of a Jefferson Autotech gyno machine. Looking larger than the machine at the LEA, it at least looked inviting with a inviting pale blue paint scheme. She scanned her ID and a loading screen appeared as her information was retrieved. What showed was an overdue checkup date that Brett refused to pay for earlier that month, now she new why, and a waiting STD prevention kit. Felicity stepped inside the soundproof box and saw a place to hang her nonexistent clothes and a shelf to put any items. In the next room was a stainless steel table with with the same setup that could be found in a normal gynaecologists office. She then got on the table and put her feet in the stirrups and waited for the straps to secure her in place while she lay back.

Jefferson Autotech was owned by a CEO who believed that women should be kept down and in their proper place. He was also part of a secret nationwide society that believed the same. All of his companies automated machines that that serviced women had a set of malicious code programmed into them that would activate under multiple specific circumstances designed to increase humiliation. It is also important to note that all competing brands of similar gyno machines had similar codes, but for different reasons, all in the name of keeping women suppressed.

As its scanners started record Felicity's body, her medical files were reviewed and several directives were activated. The first order of business was the checkup. Normally four rods would extend to spread the vagina in place of a speculum, but because of her vaginal piercings, two rods threaded the rings and spread her lips discomfortably wide. She had **** to bear it, so only grunted in response, even as a tiny probe with sensors and cameras did its work of looking for any medical anomalies. A blood pressure devise then came out and wrapped itself around her arm at the same time another tiny probe dropped down from the ceiling for a throat examination as a mechanical voice told her to open her mouth. The diagnostic scan went on for several minutes as pictures and deep tissue scans were taken. All devices were then retracted, except for the vaginal spreader, as she was told her checkup was complete and showed perfect health, but a offsite doctor would review the information to confirm the results.

The next part however was not normal due to the program that had access to Felicity's LEA files and governmental status that showed she was basically an orphan. The normal regimen includes six vaccine injections plus an updated medical nano-suite. Felicity’s regime includes three more shots.

The remaining two rods came out and threaded themselves from the other side of the rings and pulled her lips as far as they could painfully go, causing her to scream out. The first injection was of course the medical nanites injected into her pubic area, followed by six injections at random points inside her vaginal walls. The next two serums were special, the first simply meant to embarrass her by increasing her immediate arousal, most of which will be negated by the military grade nanites flowing through her. The second will slightly alter her genetic code, making her will slightly more submissive to her desirable sex, which if she had been straight would be men. The genetic serum was injected into her cervix at the same time the aphrodisiac was injected into her clitoris, causing arousing heat to spread throughout her lower regions. Once the syringes were returned to their proper places, the four rods restraining Felicity’s vagina started to vibrate.

If her nanites had not considerably reduced the effect, she would have come already. Now there was only a slow buildup of sexual energy aided by the machines tender ministrations. Unfortunately for Felicity, before she could have her orgasm, she was injected with another **** that would last for seven hours, since it was expired fortunately, and was designed by a truly selfish individual who thought that women did not deserve pleasures of the flesh without a man’s permission. They would prevent any woman from climaxing, instead keeping a woman at the peak of frustration, and are mainly used in women’s prisons.

Now the machine proceeded to show how helpless Felicity really was by bringing out a vibrator and pressing it directly against her clitoris set to max. She began to moan at the feelings coursing through her, letting them take her where they may. The waves minor of pleasure traveling all over her body became more intense, making her shudder against the restraints binding her. The intensity only increased, but the promised ecstasy never materialized. This went on for half an hour with Felicity screaming not in delight, but frustration as she cursed the machine for not letting her come.

When she was finally released from her bondage, she sat down on the floor in the corner and started to finger herself. Felicity only ended up intensifying the situation and cried tears at not being allowed her release. It was almost fifteen minutes before she realized the horrifying truth. She couldn’t orgasm.

After drying her eyes and collecting her belongings, she exited the sadistic machine, not noticing that her pussy was moist and dripping as she exited the premises.