The "program"

Nancy woke up half naked, topless except pins stuck her breasts which made her squirm and hurt, she only wore a pair of small white cotton bloomers along with a pair of sneakers.

Her hands were boxtied behind her as a long metal chain was clamped to her neck.

She felt something on her face, somthing tight and smooth which made it slightly hard to breathe, she was wearing a bondage mask with small holes for vision.

Her feet were also chained, bound to the device she stood on. The device seemed to have several buttons on a table, which were held up by legs.

You sit in a chair, in a balaclava and a voice changer as she tries to scream and squirm and wiggle from her situation. Of course she couldn't scream at all since she was ball gagged tightly!

"Hello Nancy" you day with a wolfish grin, "welcome to the program!"

You could see runny mascara trailing down her face from the eye holes, sweating furiously in the hot room!

"Iv'e put a mask on your face to let me focus on your body. You're on a treadmill by the way!"

She looked around worriedly and scared.

"You might be wondering why your'e here? Well i believe you should lose a little weight! Your thighs and legs are okay though!"

She shakes her head, muffling loudly, "mmmffetmmmmemmmmgggf"

"Here's the deal, you'll be running on this treadmill for most of the day burning your weight."

She winced and squeaked.

"And everyday you'll be eating this!"

You bring out a can of something... A substance of red and green.

"This is a juice made out of a Run-Run fruit from deep in the jungles of Africa. It tastes terrible and feels weird inside your mouth. But... It's a fruit that helps you lose weight... By giving you just.. Enough nutrients for you to be kept alive but low enough for you to burn out quickly, only the richest of the rich can get this fruit and fewer can find it... So this is special treatment.. Next the Treadmill... For the next few months you will be running or walking on that for most of the day, you will be shocked if you go too slow from the speed that i give you, i will play with you to distract you so you have to push through. I have more things to do but that's quite enough.. Please enjoy!"

You switch on the treadmill to the second slowest speed and watch her begin to wobble, chains clinging and clanging, head down and whimpering, fearful of the shocks that will be administered.

You exit the room to get back to work.