Somewhere underground.

The sound of water hitting tiles spilt out from the doorless bathroom into a small underground living space. A simple bare living room in which stood a couch with a salon table, a dining table and two chairs. A bookcase stood against a wall, filled with books thick and thin. A large holographic "window" was projected on one wall, giving an ever-changing view of the island and its many landmarks. While the scenery was an accurate one, the speed with which it ran through its day and night cycle was deliberately altered to confuse the person living here and distort her sense of time. In one corner, a simple, one-person bed was placed to be as much out of the way as possible. But the most eye-catching object was a square display case holding a life-sized mannequin. Its strongly reinforced glass could only be opened via a special control panel on one side, and the clear glass would always allow for a perfect view of its contents.

An opening in one wall would lead into the aforementioned bathroom, and it was as spartan as the living room. A sterile-looking stainless steel toilet in one corner. A boring and bland sink against a wall, with a holographic mirror above it. A simple cabin containing towels and toiletries. And a shower. The shower was the most special thing in this case. Instead of frosted glass, or a curtain to provide some level of privacy, this one was formed by two perfectly transparent **** fields. They were set in a corner, and together with the two walls, formed a nice square area in which a basic showerhead was installed. the fields allowed a person to walk through them, but all the water was kept inside. it was practical, efficient, and completely devoid of any form of privacy.

Standing under the running water was a woman. Her eyes closed as her face showed a mask of blissful rapture. She had a slim and exceptionally fit body, the result of hours upon hours of diligent working out and various practices. One of her hands was playing with her breasts, alternating between fondling or massaging the soft flesh, to rubbing, pinching or twisting the nipples, which had become hard over time.

Her other hand was resting on her toned and flat stomach, tracing the faint lines of her muscles as they tensed and twitched under her touch. Soon though, her hand dipped lower, going through a carefully manicured patch of pubic hair, before stopping between her legs. Her hips bucked forward as her fingers touched her clit, and she moaned softly when she began to draw tiny circles against it. All the while, the hot water of the shower ran down her body, following every curve and line as only water could. it covered her in a wet shine that glistened under the cold fluorescent light of the ceiling lamp. Her fingers soon began to trace the outside of her pussy, before slipping inside. Her moans became louder, and she slipped a second finger inside. She threw her head back, mouth open with heavy pants.

With one hand playing with her breasts, and the other with her pussy, the woman furiously masturbated. Seconds turned to minutes, and still, she did not stop. Her tight body was tensed, and her muscles visibly rippled under her flawless pale skin as she worked her pleasure. More minutes passed, and the moans of pleasure started to turn into wails of frustration. Finally, she jerked her hands away from her body, already hating the aching emptiness forming between her legs, and slammed angrily against the holographic button that controlled the shower. Shaking slightly from being so wound tight, she walked through the forcefield, yanking a towel from the cabin as she passed it. Drying herself, she walked through the doorless opening, into the cold, lifeless room she lived in. She didn't bother looking for any clothes. There was exactly ONE set of clothes in the room, and it was locked securely inside the glass display case. The only thing she wore was a collar made from some alien metal that sat snugly around her neck.

Halfway through the room, her eyes landed on the display case and the mannequin held within. Her beautiful face took on an ugly scowl as flashes of anger entered her mind. She threw herself on the bed, hating how thin the mattress was. For a while, she just lay there, stewing in anger, before her eyes began to wander through the spartan room. She saw the "window" across her bed and for a moment, she stared at the scene displayed before her; The swaying palm trees, the cloudless blue sky, and a bright and warm-looking sun that moved in front of her eyes at an unnatural speed. She knew in her mind that that was done intentionally to distort her sense of time, and she hated that she had to admit that it was working. Sometimes, the random scene of the day went through a day/night cycle in a matter of minutes, others, it stayed picture still only to find a new view after she woke up. She had no idea how long she had been in this place, but it couldn't have been long, right? A few weeks at most? Right?

Leaving the window display alone, her eyes fell on the only other piece of furniture worth talking about; a decently sized bookcase, filled with books big and small. Being as bored as she was, she got up and browsed through the titles present. Pole dancing for beginners. Memoirs of an escort. The art of sexuality. Exercise for a healthy body. On and on it went. She had plenty of books, but they were all about how to be a good stripper. Or what it meant to be a first-class escort. Or how to perform a lap dance. It was sickening to her. But it was also the only form of mental stimulation she had, and she had to do something to stop herself from going insane with boredom. After a moment, she decided on one and pulled it from the shelf.

Masturbation; your body, your lover, and you. On a lower shelf, she spotted a second book; The Art of presenting yourself erotically. Remembering what she had been told the last time, and really REALLY not wanting a repeat of that, she took that one as well and got herself comfortable on the bed.

After a while, a hand began to run along her sides, making the blonde squirm. After they trailed up and down her sides, they settled on her breasts and gently squeezed. She had become acquainted with these feelings over the many days she had been living here. A special device had been placed inside her womb, well out of reach and impossible to remove without the right equipment. It had connected itself with her nerve system, and through it could simulate a wide variety of sensations. The device had just activated again, it seemed the intervals were getting shorter again.

Despite being completely alone in this living space The sensations of two hands squeezing and playing with her breasts felt real. Very real, in fact. She felt more hands run up and down her toned legs, and when the fingers massaged her thighs, she couldn't suppress a soft moan of pleasure. The books lay forgotten beside her, and before she could stop herself, she parted her legs to allow the hands better access to her pussy. Not that that was necessary, the device could affect her anywhere, and anytime, regardless of the situation. Slender fingers began to trace the outline of her pussy, and she bucked her hips against empty air in response. What felt like warm lips wrapped around her stiff nipples, and she moaned more loudly as she felt them being sucked. Her mouth was slightly parted, and she licked her lips. Sensing her desires, the sensation of soft lips pressing against her own became a fact, and she pushed her tongue out to engage in a one-sided kiss.

A tongue licked across her clit, and she pushed her hips off the mattress as the phantom tongue stimulated her most sensitive spot. At the same time, fingers began to move inside her pussy, reaching all the spots that made her squirm and moan in wanton need. Despite being all alone. And not a single hand, tongue or lip touched her body. The device perfectly stimulated the right nerves, making her brain think it was really happening, and her body reacted accordingly. In an attempt to cope and deal with the vile device, her mind had resorted to conjuring images where she relived similar encounters with past lovers. It worked to at least justify it in her mind, though the shame of how easily the device managed to play her was not as easy to deal with. Nor was the finishing act.

Her hips were thrust far from the bed, bending her body tightly in a beautiful arch of pure pleasure. Lips sucking her clit, with a tongue occasionally flicking across it. Fingers fucking each and every spot inside her pussy, even the ones no finger should be able to reach. Her breasts were constantly mauled by soft hands, and her nipples were sucked on by warm lips, and sometimes, sharply bitten into. It was too much for her to handle, she couldn't endure something like this. And just when she thought she couldn't take any more, Everything instantly stopped. For a split second, she stayed like that, her body vibrating as sexual energy coursed through her system looking for a way out. She made a strangled wail of desperation, this was not the first time it had done this. In fact, it had always done this. It used its impeccable control over her body to tease and stimulate her to the heights of pleasure but always stopped before she could get any satisfaction.

Her body acted before her rational mind could react, and she pushed two fingers into her pussy. The digits slid in easily with how wet she was, and she quickly set a pace fingering herself to completion. Within moments, she was right back where she was just seconds ago. Her body tense as her slender fingers set a frantic pace. Ten seconds later, she was no closer to getting what she wanted. At thirty she finally managed to get enough control over herself to wrench her hand free.

That was another thing they had done to her upon her capture. A small chip was implanted inside her head, and it affected her brain. Specifically, the part that is responsible for her orgasms. It worked like a simple on/off switch, deciding if she could cum with the press of a button. Right now, it was set to off, it had been set to off for a while now. She could scarcely remember the last time she had an orgasm of her own volition. Breathing heavily, her eyes filled with lust and revulsion, her gaze moved towards the display case.

She felt sick thinking about what she had to do, but it was the only way she could deal with the aching desire raging inside of her. She got off the bed and shakingly made her way to the glass case that dominated her living room. She placed her hand on the control panel, and after a scan, a display was projected in front of her. It showed a simple roster of lines and columns, much like a work schedule would. Each line had a name in the first box, and the seven columns next to it each corresponded to a day. A blinking box indicated the current day. This was the only indication of time she had. Today was day four. Was that Monday? Thursday? Saturday? She truly didn't know. She saw that today was fully booked at this roster, and swiped her hand through the projection. The clear lines became blurry for a moment, before refocusing on a new roster, this one was displayed in black and crimson, and while alluring, she opted against it, that one was an absolute last resort. She proceeded this way for several minutes, having to stop once as the device sprang back on, causing her to lose her balance and lean heavily against the glass case. Eventually, she found a roster she liked. She saw that only two others were registered for today and inside the day's box stood in bright pink letters the words; Ladies Night. She nodded to herself, this was good. It was bad enough that she had to do this, but it was worse when it was a mixed day, or gods forbid a gentlemen's night.

She tapped today's box next to her name, and the glass surrounding the mannequin began to slide down onto the floor. She reached for the clothes placed on the mannequin and noticed how her hands were shaking slightly. She didn't know if they were shaking from fear, or from anger, probably both. After getting dressed, she approached the transparent forcefield that made up the single door leading into her living quarters. From nearby, a female guard wearing the familiar Pravum uniform deactivated the field and escorted her through the elaborate underground maze of tunnels towards her destination.