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First of all, this is in the same universe as By Right and By Design. But Like one of the last such stories I did is not tied to the sisters and their struggle so the thumb is only there because it's the same setting... and because damn it Dana worked very hard on these so I'm going to get my milage.\n\nSecond... I am pretty sure this is my longest story yet, and it is the longest one I've put out in a while.\n\nRather it's the longest one I have put out in one part. Many of my more recent stories are longer and put out in two or three parts, but they are only somewhat connected and I could afford to put out part and wait.\n\nSo why not with this one? To be frank, it needs to be read as one continuous work for it to functoin.\n\nI get it. I make smut. It's basically all I do. Simple, crass, continuous smut. Arguably I FAIL to make said smut because a novela of fucked up kinky sex is way past what anyone can fap to without pictures or deeply ingrained social commentary about the state of per-revolution France.\n\nBut it's still my work and hopefully when you read it, if you read it, you will understand all of it.\n\nFinally, on the off chance anyone asks, yes this is likely a one-off. I have honestly loved this story quite a bit, but I can't see doing much more than that. At least not right now.\n\nAnyways I hope you enjoy. Questions, comments and criticism are always adored.", "description_bbcode_parsed": "OH BOY.

Ok a few things people. First of all, this is in the same universe as By Right and By Design. But Like one of the last such stories I did is not tied to the sisters and their struggle so the thumb is only there because it's the same setting... and because damn it Dana worked very hard on these so I'm going to get my milage.

Second... I am pretty sure this is my longest story yet, and it is the longest one I've put out in a while.

Rather it's the longest one I have put out in one part. Many of my more recent stories are longer and put out in two or three parts, but they are only somewhat connected and I could afford to put out part and wait.

So why not with this one? To be frank, it needs to be read as one continuous work for it to functoin.

I get it. I make smut. It's basically all I do. Simple, crass, continuous smut. Arguably I FAIL to make said smut because a novela of fucked up kinky sex is way past what anyone can fap to without pictures or deeply ingrained social commentary about the state of per-revolution France.

But it's still my work and hopefully when you read it, if you read it, you will understand all of it.

Finally, on the off chance anyone asks, yes this is likely a one-off. I have honestly loved this story quite a bit, but I can't see doing much more than that. At least not right now.

Anyways I hope you enjoy. Questions, comments and criticism are always adored.", "writing": "Dream Trip:\n\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\tArianwen had dreamed of this for years. \n\n\tIt was the kind of experience that you remembered for your whole life. Something wonderful and special which, even as a little girl, had captivated her imagination when she first learned about it. In fact she still kept the original article saved to some of the physical memory in her data jack.\n\n\tThis was something she’d found herself coming back to quite a bit over the years. Be it the first time she read the document while prepping for higher education at Lady Morganas. Or in her down time as she worked to learn the ropes of the station network while struggling to formulate a pitch for renovation and renewal. A pitch that many of her co workers sited to this day as the rebirth of their whole division.\n\n\tLife had been hard. Painfully hard. Ari always knew it would be having watched her own parents dutifully fill their roles for the company. It was why they had sent her off to Lady Morganas predatory at such a young age. Why they had sought to help give her the advantages she deserved. Ari was a brilliant girl. Everyone had always said so. With that brilliance came the need for hard work to capitalize on it. Even as a child she knew that was part of the deal, but after having spent the past five years living. Pushing for the top grades in her class. Devouring half a dozen related disciplines based on aptitude testing, Memorizing every shred of corporate protocol. Somehow all of those things had still failed to prepare her for the truth.\n\n\tAll day meetings and planning. A grueling four day work week filled with teammates struggling to get past personal ego and keep corporate ideologies in mind. There were days where Ari barely got her full nights sleep as she tossed and turned to the threat of losing her status on top of the junior network designers to someone who might snatch the project out from under her. The mere idea of taking back seat to another persons direction on the project, on what was ostensibly her baby.\n\n\tBut then it was, perhaps, serendipitous. The fear of losing out on her status ensured that Ari would be kept on task over the past few years. No vacations. No outside romances. Heck she even came in five days a week at times in an effort to show just how dedicated she was to the project itself. \n\n\tIt got so bad that daddy often joked about the shame of his little girl working like a lower-class citizen when she called home to check in. Then again she had to wonder if they were really jokes.\n\n\tBut it was worth it. It had all worked out. The end result was that the project was now locked in for at least the next year. Her place and status secured, her team able to bask in the glory of setting the protocols for the home station and the planet below. Perhaps even for others within NA. As such the otter was finally free to indulge herself and follow an old dream.\n\n\tThat was what brought her here, once more. The nice, beautiful, pristine white offices for Llyn Spas. Ready to make good on her dream, even if the anxiety tied to it was likely to put her in the hospital first.\n\n\tThe wait was a bit long, but not at all unpleasant. Hot coffee and decent quality cookies, pleasant music, A holo projector set to some cheesy but slightly high-brow sitcom that was just old enough to be comfortingly nostalgic but not so old that it ended up anachronistic.\n\n\tIt was an enjoyable enough wait for what it was, but the blue eyed otter kept glancing to the door all the same. She watched carefully, tapping her foot and jittering. Fidgeting with the hem of her skirt now and then or flicking the simple plastic lid of her cup just to give herself something to do. She took the agonizing moments of waiting to once again go over the countless things she’d had to prep in her head. Her apartment was taken care of. Subscriptions to news and entertainment feeds suspended. \n\n\tShe’d written herself at least half a dozen memos to assure that she’d gotten the exact time off needed. Every once in a while she’d remember something that might still be hanging, check in a panic, and sigh in anxious relief as some note or memo reassured her that it was safe to go ahead with things as she had planned.\n\n\tEventually one of the doors slid open. A young man somewhere in his thirties stepping out. A puma, sharply dressed with a neon green crew cut and mid-range suit most likely resting just on the high end of ‘printed’ but still sharp enough to strike his professionalism home.\n\n\t“Ms. Benet?” he called out, the mans wary eyes looking more than a bit beat down as he glanced at her. Ari stood up rail straight and nodded, a wide grin on her face “Yes? I mean, yes. That’s me” she nodded as she strode towards the door. First at a near jog, then slower as she realized she might be going a bit too fast. By the time she reached the doorway Ari had thankfully hit a decent enough pace and made her way in to the office with about as much grace and dignity as she could salvage.\n\n\tIt was a small enough affair. The furniture and plants far cheaper than his suit from the looks of it but still respectable considering there likely wasn’t much return on investment for getting their agents fancier accoutrements.\n\n\tThe Puma moved around and sat behind his desk as he opened her file and nodded softly.\n\n\t“So then, Ms. Benet. I see we have you down for our silver package. That’s fifty thousand credits plus the ten thousand deposit. I also see that this is your first time staying with us, is that correct?”\n\n\tHe was polite enough, almost cordial in his way. But Ari knew enough to tell how burned out the man was. His voice was tired and lifeless, his eyes a bit dull. He had a mug with a local professionals rugby league logo on the side, something she only recognized due to someone in her office having a similar one. Considering it was almost Saturday odds were quite good he wanted out of there. It was enough to make her feel guilty for robbing him of a shot at an early weekend.\n\n\t“Alright Miss Benet. It seems the call to the bank has verified the available funds. But I need to go over a few more things before we finalize the agreement.” There was a bit of a smile on the Pumas lips as he brought up a display from a projector on his desk. “First, you don’t have to worry. We have a one hundred percent safety rate. We have first aid staff and medical pods as needed to ensure our guests won‘t have any risks and with the physical scan you submitted before hand we already know of any other risk factors and can keep an eye out for them. Between that and the physical you submitted your risk of any injury or death is basically zero.”\n\n\tArianwen nodded softly and smiled back. The man was clearly beyond done with the job. Part of her wanted to feel bad. But truthfully she flat out couldn’t muster the empathy tough her own excitement.\n\n\t“That said, and I need to make sure you’re aware of it… you can’t change your list once you’re in. Any decisions you made will be set in stone for the duration of your stay. We naturally can’t accommodate any changes afterwards. So you need to be sure the package you want is the package we are giving. You are sure, aren’t you?”\n\n\t“Yes, sir, I am!” Ari yelped before she even realized the words had left her lips. This wasn’t just some whim. She had agonized over that list. Gone over every item at least a dozen times to ensure her own comfort… and at least a thousand more in simple agonized bliss and anticipation. Fixating over it every day as she sat there doing her menial, pointless job. Ari looked off to the side nervously as she realized that the man might have seen the list. Realizing he knew just what she was signing up for in excruciating detail. Truth be told, she rather liked it.\n\n\tThe man behind the desk, by contrast, clearly couldn’t care less. He brought up the list once more and nodded a bit “Very well. Well then Miss Benet all you need to do is add your authorization print here and we can get you squared away.”\n\n\tAri started to tumble a bit as she looked up at the display. She brought her thumb up and pushed it to a small square hovering in space. Breathless and trembling until the small square flashed from blue to orange as her authorization.\n\n\tThe office door slipped open and a young mouse in a nice, pristine white lab coat walked in to the space where the door had stood, smiling wide. “It seems you’ve gotten this down to a science, Mister Farms.” The woman said with a smirk.\n\n\tFor the first time the man offered a genuine smile. It was small and sheepish, but it was there. “Yeah well. I can trust you are going to take care of our Guest here Miss Dixon?”\n\n\t“I will” she nodded a bit as she tilted her head “Though I do have something to ask you afterwards if you think You’ll be free. Mister Farms.” She said with a small grin. \n\n\tEven for someone like Ari it was almost impossible to ignore the looks that shot between the two. The way the man sat up, the way the woman was looking at him. It brought a listless, small smile to her lips if just for a moment.\n\n\tThe grey furred mouse smiled wide and nodded a bit as she walked up to Ari and tilted her head a bit “Miss Benet, Why don’t you come with me and we can get you set up. I’m sure you’re eager to get started with your sabbatical, correct?”\n\n\tAri nodded a bit and blushed a bit as she stood up slowly. She glanced at the now slightly dopey-faced puma before turning to the woman in the lab coat. “Yeah. I mean I admit I’m a bit nervous.”\n\n\t“Everyone is at first. Though if it ever gets too uncomfortable with prep don’t hesitate to tell me. That’s the one thing I can’t stress enough. I know many people in your position can be a bit reserved about these sorts of things but I am sure you understand why we are so insistent on making sure you are comfortable going in and getting everything you want.”\n\n\t“Yeah I know. Trust me.” Ari blushed a bit and scratched her inner shin with the heel of her shoe mid step, nearly falling over. She was nervous about this. “You guys have all been so nice and helpful, I mean for the most part. I know it’s probably silly to you since you help so many people with this but I can promise I thought though this with a ton of detail.”\n\n\t“You don’t have to promise me, hun.” The mouse squeaked “Though I do get it. The whole experience can be rather nerve racking. Now then since this is your first time all you have to do is relax and follow my instructions. I promise that you’ll be set before you know it.”\n\n\tAri nodded nervously. The mouse walked in to one of the rooms lining the shiny white and steel hallway. There was a large metal box with a readout on one side, and another box that was split down the middle looking more akin to a wardrobe. \n\n\tThe mouse, Ms. Dixon based on what the Puma had said earlier, walked over to the wardrobe and then turned with a grin. She held a finger to her lower lip, cupping her own muzzle between thumb and forefinger as she giggled a bit. “Now then, all things considered I think this should be rather easy dear. Go ahead and strip.” Ms. Dixon giggled\n\n\t“S-strip?” Ari swallowed hard and tilted her head a bit as she looked at the woman. “You mean here? Now? With you?”\n\n\tThe mouse nodded a bit as a grin grew over her face. “Well I can’t imagine you are too surprised are you? Besides I’ll have to see it sooner or later. I mean if you really want I could always leave.”\n\n\t“No. No you’re right.” Ari sighed “I guess I’m not as ready for this as I thought, huh?” The otter started simply. She started to slowly pull the pastel purple sweater up over her head bit by bit, tugging and pulling at the bulky bunched sleeves of the synth wool as she slowly wiggled and wedged herself free of the material. The whole process on its own took far longer than the lanky otter probably needed and the white belly fur really showed why as a clear tinge of pink shone though it.\n\n\tShe held the garment in front of her as she looked for some place to put it. The mouse chuckled a bit which only deepened the blush and then gestured to a corner where a small hamper wheeled its way on thought command from where it sat over next to the otter. Ari looked down at it in odd shock. She hugged the sweater nervously to her chest for a moment before letting it drop away. Her modest chest and sleek fur up to the skirt all smooth and clean. She started to wrap her arms around her bra, then stopped as she caught sight of the mouse and her disapproving gaze.\n\n\tAri let her arms drop, the horrible clashing plaid of her bra, something she normally wore as a bit of a personal ‘joke’, for once seen by another person. She looked up nervously at the tech who simply grinned wider in what Ari had to imagine was bemused disapproval. Then her fingers worked and fidgeted slowly to undo it. Slipping free of the clashing nightmare of cool colors and awkward brown before dropping it nervously in the bin.\n\n\t“Now now, don’t be shy.” Ms. Dixon chuckled “I see it all the time dear. You aren’t going to shock me. Next let’s make with the skirt.”\n\n\tAri naturally complied a bit more quickly this time. Any shame about the size or shape of her breasts and how they didn’t quite fit her frame faded to the wayside as she undid her simple skirt and slipped it free. Another moment caused her to pause and shiver nervously. Her fingers slipping against the hem of her simple white cotton panties as she curled her toes and let out a sigh. Eventually she was forced to pull the simple fabric down leaving her bare and exposed to the world. At the very least exposed to the tech.\n\n\tThe shoes, black socks, and blue leg warmers all came off last and a bit more quickly and awkwardly. Her mostly exposed body driving her nervous fidgeting along until finally every scrap from ear tips to toes was completely exposed.\n\n\tMs. Dixon looked on, seemingly more bemused by the nervousness than judgmental of what she saw, and then nodded her approval.\n\n\tA thin fan of blue light shot out from the little robot hamper and slowly started to scan her body over inch by inch, the tech looking on with mild approval as it did so. Ari yelped and nearly fell over in shock as it slowly scanned her.\n\n\t“Relax”. The mouse commanded gently “It’ll all be set in a second.”\n\n\tA telltale glow and hum came from the bottom area of the box behind Ms. Dixon. Loud and quick as it slowly worked its way up the crack between the two doors. The mouse stepped casually to the side as the doors rolled open. Grinning as she beckoned the otter girl to come closer.\n\n\t“Now just relax and let me help you with all of this, alright? I know it’s probably going to look a bit overwhelming but trust me it will be fine.” The mouse turned to a freshly printed rack of gear that all looked at once familiar and foreign to Ari. It was all things that were common enough, depending on the circles one decided to run with. Long, clearly phallic objects. Straps and harnesses with printed leather and rubber all in nice shiny blacks. A few other items she didn’t quite recognize… and at the center of it. A nice, tight, perfectly molded blue rubber suit. \n\n\tIt was thick, heavy. Even without touching it the simple thickness of the stuff around the neckline was enough to tell Ari it would probably weight half what she did when all was said and done.\n\n\tThe tech looked to that suit a moment and nodded her approval as she picked up a small spray dispenser and started to shoot it inside of the suit proper. A slick slimy coating starting to form and causing a few bits of something metallic to glisten from inside.\n\n\t“Now then, I don’t know if you’ve tried any rubber before, Ms. Benet.”\n\n\t“A-ari, please.” Ari muttered nervously.\n\n\t“I don’t know if you’ve tried any rubber before… Arianwen.” The mouse said with an edged firmness to her voice “But all things considered I think it’s best if I guide you into it this time to be safe. Company policy. After all we want to make sure it fits properly.”\n\n\tAri nodded a little as she watched the nanomagnet seal slowly break away in the back leaving a perfect seam and opening. She nervously looked in to the gaping blue abyss. Simple metallic inlays like circuits rested all throughout the suit. Along the stomach and sides. The breasts. The… crotch region.\n\n\t“Well, go on. Step in.” Ms. Dixon almost chirped.\n\n\tAri bit her lip and slowly complied. The long lanky otter legs started to slip and slide their way slowly into place. Every single contour and crease matching up with muscle and sinew as it hugged her like a second skin. She pushed her foot all the way down to the base where a rather painful eight inch heel had been put in place. Just big enough to constrict and keep her in place without really cutting off blood flow. It did, however, make her oh so aware of the dulling cling of the material.\n\n\t“Now then, next leg.” The mouse squeaked.\n\n\tSoon both legs were encased and Ari was struggling to stand. As she did though the mouse slowly worked to adjust and fine tune the match between her body and the suit. Any flaw or misalignment no matter how minute or impossible to notice on the part of the otter was tugged and twisted into place. A pinch here. A hard twist there. It went from her feet, to her shins. Up her calves. By the time those oddly deft and professional hands got to her backside Ari was already wet and moaning. Unable to fully bite back on the tingles of pleasure hitting her like a freight truck.\n\n\t“Oh my! Careful now, Arianwen. Let’s try to be professional here.” Ms. Dixon said with a small chuckle even as she worked with painful slowness rubbing and working the mound into place. \n\n\tThat was, perhaps, a taller order than the woman realized. Ari had no idea how she managed to keep her feet as that palm rubbed and all but coaxed her to the edge of orgasm while seeking to get her suit set in place.\n\n\tWhen that was finally adjusted properly, or perhaps when the tech was done having her fun, she resumed the slow and meticulous process of suiting Ari up. Slowly and carefully working the suit as she got the magnets to lock up inch by painstaking inch. As they did the rubber seemed to contort and constrict a bit more removing all but the barest amount of airspace out from between suit and bare fur.\n\nThe gloves went on much the same as the boots had and by now it was hard to get anything on the way Ari trembled with nervous excitement. Every single adjustment, every creeping snap of those magnets sealing her suit into a virtually solid piece drew shivers of ecstasy from the otter as she resisted the urge to wriggle her limbs in the custom made outfit.\n\n\tFinally though the mouse got up to the last bit along the neck line. She quickly gave the new pastel blue outfit a quick once over pat and nodded her approval before going back to the case where the rest of the implements rested. \n\n\tAri stood nervously as things were slowly added to her. First came the arm binders. Like the suit these were added carefully and tested oh so slowly to limit any struggle the otter could possibly give without giving so much resistance that it strained or tour any muscles. After that, a metal collar. Thin and with plenty of room to breath. It snapped easily and cleanly around her neck without any struggle and inflated a small ring of rubber pillowing just enough to keep it in place. The thing felt a bit odd pressed up against her data jack.\n\n\tBut then Ari had done her research. She knew what it was for, and the very idea of it made her tingle.\n\n\t“Now then before we get to the finishing touches I’m going to need you to open your mouth wide for me, ok? Keep it open and don’t close it.” The mouse commanded.\n\n\tAri blinked but did as she was told. She let those blue eyes slip shut as she lulled her tongue out a bit in anticipation for the inevitable gag. Instead she gasped and shivered as she felt a small something pushed against her nostrils A pair of tubules started to slip their way down her sinuses and her throat without warning. They sank down with an odd bit of discomfort and then expanded, solidifying into place.\n\n\t“There. That should do it.” The mouse chuckled as she took advantage of the nice open mouth to slip a thick phallic gag slowly in between the unsuspecting otters lips. It filled her muzzle and slipped effortlessly between the tubes. The taste of hard rubber filled her mouth and each breath suddenly took a very sterile, clinical sensation no matter where it came from.\n\n\tAri grunted out the most protest that she could as the woman just stood there and laughed softly, licking her lips. “About the reaction I expected.” She nodded “Don’t worry it’s all part of the process. Lucky you it’s almost done too. Just a little bit more.”\n\n\tThe next parts were more of the same. A pair of small audio buds slipped into her ears and swelled in place with smart foam, locking out all sound from the outside no matter how hard she tried to shake them off. Suddenly Ari could hear, feel every breath. She could feel every heart beat and every small squeaking shiver as she stood there helplessly watching with anxious anticipation as the grinning mouse continued.\n\n\tMs. Dixon was still talking, but naturally Ari couldn’t hear. Rather she couldn’t hear the outside world. A pair of test tones played. A ‘left’ in her left ear and ‘right’ in her right ear. Then both saying ‘nod’. which she did, much to the techs approval.\n\n\tNext came a blindfold, a thick leatherish thing with straps that went over her head and against the sides, pulling carefully back around her bit by bit. This too was slowly adjusted and then sealed with a magni lock. Not that Ari could see at that point. As the fold went on she could feel the sudden, horrible, wonderful sensation. Trapped. Trapped in raw, hopeless, unfeeling darkness. Trapped and unable to see. Barely able to move. Every breath a sterile rubbery scentless oblivion. Every sound outside of her own body muted. Her touch meeting only indifferent rubber.\n\n\tThe whole experience was so wonderfully terrifying that she barely noticed as fingers pawed and poked at her crotch once more. Not until something long, and smooth and metallic started to slowly slip its way in. The cylinder, the phallus, gliding in effortlessly due to her own arousal as it slipped up in to a small hole in the suit and a stem slipped its way from the side of the thing into the tip of her urethra.\n\n\tAri screamed and bit into the gag as this happened but was unable to do anything but tremble in terrified delight as the thing was coaxed in the rest of the way. The base finally meeting the rubber that covered her burning folds and re-sealing itself into place. Another object, similar, in consistency but very different in shape was soon tracing between her ass cheeks as another small bit of the rubber suit was pulled free.\n\n\tThe otter squirmed and fidgeted, but it was only made worse as the tip of the plug touched her rear. She fell over, shivering, squealing, collapsing against something hard that she had to assume was the little hamper robot. It left her rear full exposed in the air.\n\n\tAri whined in protest and bliss and release as she felt the thing finally pushed into her tender virginal tail hole. Unable to offer even token protest as it slowly spread her wide. Each little fidget made her twist and grind with the other object already inside of her and it was not long before Ari finally fell from her perch to her side. Bucking and twisting in the throws of orgasm she could no longer hold back.\n\n\tA few token moments were given, and then the plug was pushed back up against her rear, a knee resting on her back to keep her in place as it too was pushed in and sealed. \n\n\tThe one down side to this whole thing was that she couldn’t really witness those final glorious moments. She knew what would happen. The otter woman had probably touched herself more than once to the pitch video. She felt it as she was pushed and moved around, standing at attention and adjusted into place. She felt the pause as something was hooked up to the two objects in her cunt and her rear, each one causing the objects inside of her to wriggle and shake, each one making her groan loudly and push her chest out against the restrictive rubber.\n\n\tShe felt the third tube slowly slip into the gat tip as well, and a fourth slipping in to the bit of tubing hanging from her nose. She took a breath of the clearly processed and recycled air that now flooded her, then shivered as she felt it sucked out. She felt it again as a small bit of bland, tasteless gruel slipped into her mouth. Then.. Something thicker, and saltier.\n\n\tFinally she shivered as she felt the two other tubes doing what they were designed to as well, flooding her for a moment and the draining. It wasn’t quite as enjoyable. But then the idea itself…\n\n\tOnce everything was proven to be in working order she felt the hands pulling away. One hard thud, and something swelling and inflating like a balloon around her. Slowly filling enough with a thick gel-like consistency to immobilize her completely. Any ability to do more than wriggle helplessly was robbed of her.\n\n\tThere was no going back now. No way to signal for help. No escape. A moment of panic swept in as Ari made absolutely sure she could breath. Made sure her body wasn’t in the wrong position, that she wouldn’t end up tearing a muscle if she moved the wrong way. When she was settled the otter sighed and let herself finally relax. She knew what was next. She’d watched it so many times on the brochure. Her box would be wheeled out like so much luggage. Carted down to a small, simple, grimy warehouse structure below. She would be put into place… and left there. Left in the cold and the dark, waiting to be used. Just a thing. A worthless, helpless, exploitable little thing.\n\n\tShe could hardly contain herself at the thought.\n\n\tIt started to get warm. Very warm, stopping only as the metallic portions she had seen in the suit started to cool ever so slightly. Not enough to feel cold, but enough to keep her at an utterly helpless room temperature.\n\n\tAri trembled with delight. With terror. With a flood of emotions she simply could not describe. She had done it. In spite of everything she had done it. She struggled to make herself accept the reality even as the blindfold shifted and sparked to life, coming up with a simple image. \n\n\tClient: Arianwen Benet\n\n\tTime remaining: 6 months\n\n\tWaiting for operator\n\n\tThree simple yellow lines on a red backdrop, hanging for a moment before going blank. Drowning her in an inescapable abyss. Hopeless, helpless. Unable to even feel it as the box was wheeled off to be put in storage with so many others. \n\n\tA truly, utterly, hopelessly objectified toy.\n\n------------------------------\n\n\tHaley grumbled to herself as she dragged herself slowly along the ratty carpet floor. She passed by what could charitably be called hallways. Huge racks filled with beige tubes going in about three sets deep, with room for a fourth spacing things out between them. \n\n\tShe walked along to the fourth set of tubes and walked down to the middle rack on the right-hand side, pushing her thumb to a small reader as the rack began to slowly rotate along. Each cylinder remained at the same orientation, give or take, as they rolled along until finally one stopped before her. 208. She pushed her paw to it and the thing slowly slid out and creaked its way open. \n\n\tThere was probably a time when the small interior was more suitable. Tattered up faux leather with a bit of stuffing covered by melding tape. A food printer just big enough for a burger that creaked and screeched as it ran. A storage locker barely big enough to hold her own meager belongings and even then the latch had long since been shattered, probably by a thief or some disgruntled tenant.\n\n\tIt was, however, home. At least for the time being.\n\n\tShe yanked the big, puffy red and white striped hat off of her head and shoved it in to the storage compartment before flopping down into the pod and letting the lid shut over her. The thing slid back into place and racked her up and back into the things familiar spot. \n\n\tWhen the shaking had stopped and the locking mechanism re-engaged fully Haley started to claw at the buttons to her vest and wriggle around in the small confines of the coffin, shivering and struggling to peel away the sweat and grease stained pseudo-polyester blend from her almost painfully scrawny body. She tossed the items off to the far end of the pod and then used a foot to kick open the locker as much as she could and jam them in, kicking rather violently as she caught sight of the “Tempura Stop” Logo that glittered on the back of her vest.\n\n\tIt took a few kicks to get it all in. Several more to sate the rage of the young feline as she slammed her heel against the locker lid until it bled slightly. Not much, but enough to make her growl and humph as she shoved herself back a bit into place.\n\n\t“Yay for the fucking weekend.” The dour girl muttered as she reached in to one of the small cubby trays littered around the pod and pulled out a handful of colorful metal rings. One going in her nose, a few more going into her right ear. \n\n\tHaley brushed aside some of her unkempt bottle-black hair from her face and moved a shaky finger over to the comfort control readout. She adjusting the cushions up to the range she could stand, which was almost maxing the damn thing out, before rolling on her side and hitting the random button on the printer.\n\n\tThe weekend. A ‘luxury’ granted by her employers after some revival meeting back a decade ago. New Avalon wasn’t exactly theocratic. Neither, technically, were their subsidiaries. In theory there was no compulsion or attempts at coercion to get people in doors and butts in pews.\n\n\tIn practice though? The lynx was a big girl. She knew what the corp thugs at the top wanted. She knew what they wanted to do and that included getting the rabble ‘saved’ to appease the bigwigs. At least when it came to those unlucky few at the bottom.\n\n\tHaley was ‘lucky’ enough that she didn’t have to put up with the enforced spirituality thankfully. Being from the company ‘home station’ it was technically optional to avoid any sort of coercion towards spirituality so that NA itself could look neutral in the eyes of other corps and free worlds. Lucky her, that meant one less ten-hour slog.\n\n\tThe Lynx yawned and stretched herself out as she flipped onto her back and pulled a small tray of rather cheap printed apple slices from the printer. She looked up at the emitter display, little more than a projected flatvid really, and let it link to her uncharacteristically high-end jack. A relic from a former lifetime that the nineteen year old was less than eager to fixate on.\n\n\tA few custom programs slipped in to the native network as they always did. Puritanical content filters and tracking programs slipped though with no real effort, tunneling her way past the ‘family friendly’ default service and opening up her up to free full network access at speeds far more reasonable than what she got out in the stations ‘public’ routes.\n\n\tOn most days this would be a simple time. Poke around, play a few games, wait to finally pass out from exhaustion until the cycle repeated itself. Not today though. A single tab shot open and flat site popped from it which brought a small grin to her lips. ‘Rape Puppets’. The trashy little site, set up with black and red in a positively archaic and slapdash format that was probably older than she was. The home page alone had pictures of men and women in different stages of arousal or terror or the like all running from a central display which silently played out a tutorial.\n\n\tHaley didn’t need that though. She knew what the little node was for, she knew what they wanted, and now after a year of hard work she’d finally saved up enough.\n\n\tHitting a small spot at the corner of the display brought up a small login window. Haley sent the data and was instantly brought to a payment prompt. She’d seen this so many times before going on to the preview content. But not today. Not now.\n\n\tFive Hundred Crowns. It was basically all she had. Only enough left for food and rent thanks to her prepay for the coffin and a food sub. Even then that was assuming the free work meals and printer rations would sustain her. It didn’t matter. None of this mattered. She knew what she wanted.\n\n\tThe transaction went though with far less fanfare than she’d anticipated considering just how much she had sunk in. it didn’t matter tough. None of this mattered. Haley shut her eyes and licked her lips as a hand slipped slowly under the thin elastic band of her simple black boxer-brief panties. A claw tip touching her clit ring gently as she reached a hand up to start checking off boxes. She knew what she wanted, and she was ready to get started.\n\n------------------------------\n\n\tIt was impossible to tell how long she had been in there. A day? A month? Everything had been at once too much, and not enough. The long vacant periods of empty black void would overtake her. Long lingering periods of nothing but forced, controlled breathing with the occasional feeding of simple tasteless paste to sustain her.\n\n\tThen it would start. Sometimes it was noises. Whispers and filthy words in voices that rose and fell. Sometimes it was simple vid files. Some scene with a pair of haughty porn actors or actresses wearing bits of leather as they licked and flogged and writhed against each other in some mansion living room somewhere. Each time this was accompanied by a sudden starting shiver of the shafts in her as they were set to vibrate almost painfully hard in her. Shaking in time to the action she was forced to watch as Ari kicked and bucked trying to satisfy her growing need.\n\n\tShe was stuck in such a needy period now. Her body ached. Nothing to see or hear once more. Her mind awash on a sea of dark silence as she struggled to fidget and hump her hips for some kind of basic physical stimulation. \n\n\tShe was nothing right now. The chipper, eager, brilliant little network developer. The golden girl who came up out of the corp schools to help get the station on track. Her intellect, her well honed interpersonal skills, everything she prided herself on had been stripped away. She was simply meat. A toy. A doll. Some thing on display where people at some work stations somewhere would find ways to play and toy with her. \n\n\tWithout warning or ceremony the scene blinked on yet again. A simple display of a grey backdrop as a velvety black furred paw stroked at a thick pink canid shaft. Heavy breathing hit her ears as the image played out. The figure, no face shown, thrusting and grunting and shivering even as the shaft in her mouth started to change, taking on a slightly more canid shape as parts swelled and tapered.\n\n\t“Y-yeah. Yeah bitch… Fuck you. Gonna... gonna fuck your fucking throat” the voice growled in a husky hush. Once again high vibration hit her sensation starved body as the voice crept in with a sharp low quality growl. Hips thrusting before her face as the inescapable sight of the shaft left her unable to do more but see and feel the approximation of it in her mouth. To hear that figure phantom-hump her. “Yeah bitch. Take it. Take it in your mouth. Take my spunk you little fucking bitch” The voice growled the words like a mantra. Panting and clearly slobbering a bit as thick gouts of that slightly acrid synthetic spunk started to flood the back of her throat.\n\n\tAri choked it down naturally. Gagging and choking hard even as the nose tubes ensured she could breath the whole time. The vibrators kept chugging at maximum as they quickly hammered every needy sensitive spot the little captive had.\n\n\t“Fuck you, you little bitch.” the voice finally groaned as the shaft spurted in her direction.\n\n\tAri flinched naturally. She coughed and tried to shake her head as best she could with the restrictions keeping her in place. Her own body twisted and convulsed as a hard, shallow orgasm slowly wrang its way out of her body. The burning need of her trapped loins pushed just barely past the red line as the toys within her rotated at a blaring and almost numbingly fast pace.\n\n\tA middle finger rose where the shaft had been. The screen cut off soon afterwards and with it went the vibrations and the flow of fake spunk. Ari hung there for a while in a pool of frail afterglow. Her body quickly losing every shred of tension as the sensation of raw numbness bordering pleasure drifted in and out of her slowly.\n\n\tAnother short one. Most of them were so far. Nothing more than a few minutes of being played with, toyed with, before being put back down on the shelf. Her already addled mind latched on to the image a bit. Tongue licking the now rather plain shaft that had just spurted so heavily down her throat as she tried to wriggle and wiggle her tail. She found herself wondering if this was part of the whole experience. It would make sense after all. The whole thing was all together short. Often similar. Each one left her feeling objectified, to be sure. They left her feeling so helpless and used. Exposed and trapped all at once. \n\n\tIt really was wonderful. So much of what she had imagined hitting her all at once. A wonderful, blissful frustration. If only it wasn’t always so short.\n\n------------------------------\n\n\tEverybody tries something to wring a few extra credits. That’s something Haley had learned even in her youth. If they can get a few crowns more, they will. A special feature here, a pay wall there. Another ping off of your account because the one packet of dipping sauce which comes with the tempura green beans isn’t quite big enough to last though anything but a small.\n\n\tIn the case of her new little service, it seemed that pay wall was searching.\n\n\tOh they seemed to have things mostly set up. A nice virtual display with a semi-fat projection let her sift and sort though each pod in what was probably a holo recording of the room where they all sat. Each one had the number projected clearly above it meaning that there was a way to differentiate the pods and they even had a built in ‘favorites’ tab to save those who you liked.\n\n\tThat was important, too. Considering that there was no way to check on data for an occupant until you’d selected the pod itself.\n\n\tHaley leaned back into her comfortable little pod and let out a sigh as she tried to brute force this little problem. Her lanky body once again returned to the semi-natural state of bra and panty-briefs. The scrawny and somewhat unkempt fur shifting as she grabbed a small can of pop from the printer and twisted her way around enough to get a quick sip.\n\n\tThe readouts were all laid out in basically the same way. Click a box and the view shifted to a projection of the fur inside. Men and women both All sorts of looks and age ranges, each wrapped up in some bright latex outfit with some kind of flare and filigree to it. Yet all still had the same nose tubes or some kind of gas mask setup and all naturally had their eyes covered and ears filled.\n\n\tEven just from visuals most of what she saw was unimpressive. There were a lot of men. More than women, or at least it seemed that way to her. That was already a black mark in her book. Most of them were older. Graying fur and a few even going bald. But even those that weren’t simply didn’t do anything for her visually. After all she was paying money, it should be pleasing.\n\n\tShe did stop her scrolling for the women who popped up. Though again many of them were ‘old’ in her esteem. The nineteen year old really didn’t have any interest with anyone old enough to be her mom to begin with. Worse still most of them seemed to have such matronly bodies. The big hips and tits which almost had to be the result of an enhancement shot.\n\n\tHaley paused for a moment one particularly ‘conventional’ sheep woman and sighed. The people here all had to be at best Class 3 citizens. More likely class 4. Considering how much she had to pay in order to access this little cavalcade of torture toys there was no way in hell they were pulling down much. Hell she was Class 3 herself. Yet here they were all lined up. People desperate enough to be torture toys for anyone who so chose. Helpless and available to anyone with the creds for months at a time. Based on the data they didn’t even get to leave the pod until their contract was up.\n\n\tWhich raised the question of how so many of these women, and how many women in general, seemed to have the creds for enhancements when she could barely get past basic survival on a good month.\n\n\t“Fuck, Haley. Stop blowing it.” The girl finally sighed to herself as she kicked the corner of her pod in frustration. That was always her problem. Even as a kid. Always over thinking. Never acting when she should.\n\n\tWell no more. Haley stretched out as much as the pod would allow, which was still a surprising amount thanks in part to the actual stature of the lithe feline She popped her neck, shifted herself up as close as she could to sitting. She set her eyes on the display once more, cast her eyes back at the list of fetishes. Scanned it quickly to find something fun she could actually work with.\n\n\tThen she stopped and smacked her forehead.\n\n\t“A search bar Really. They had a damn search bar.”\n\n\tShe wasn’t even mad at herself. Not really. She felt too damn stupid to get mad. Haley sighed and slumped into her seat as she hit the tab and started to work her way through the yes and no fetish list. She picked gender and max age, but left species open. She looked down the list and grinned wickedly as she started to pick off every twisted little thing she’d wanted to do but didn’t.\n\n\tThe gender alone blanked out about half of the pods, and by the time she’d gotten past something as simple as breath play only a handful of the once cornucopic options remained. It should have probably pissed her off considering how much she’d paid to have free access to a toybox full of torture dolls. But it didn’t. Haley wriggled in excitement as she covered her eyes and Jabbed at one of the pods. The number coming up in the display; 114328.\n\n\tHaley shivered with delight. The girl was slight, though not overly so. A dark haired otter wrapped up in thick, tight blue rubber that hugged her wonderfully natural body like a second skin. Granted that wasn’t too much different than the others she had come across before. But then they were all older men or women that looked like they were trying to copy the celebrities and old money of the corp. Dolled up in some fancy facsimile of the elite who kept the rest of them down.\n\n\tThat wasn’t something Haley wanted. Not something she could picture liking. Not enough to hurt at least.\n\n\tThe otter was asleep. That was Haleys best guess anyways. True they were all usually still for the most part. Trapped and helpless in whatever way they’d been bound before they got locked up in these wonderful metal boxes. However the ones who were awake, well, they tended to squirm quite a bit more.\n\n\tHaley knew how to fix that though. She looked at the control console. Everything nice and lit up. Every option she could have wanted was there at her disposal finally allowing her to play with them.\n\n\tShe took a moment to tune the voice synth. Something nice and commanding, something strong with just a hint of subliminal reverb to unnerve the listener. Then she moved her fingers to a pair of readouts Slowly, carefully she slid the two sliders up to about the second of ten notches. The readout indicating the slow and weak vibration of the toys lodged in the cute girl.\n\n\t“Wake up, little cutie.” Haley almost choked on those words as she said them. Nervous excitement filling her chest and catching in her throat.\n\n\tThe figure, the doll, twisted and fidgeted oh so softly.\n\n\t“I said wake up Cuntstain.” The eager feline all but squealed as she hit a pair of buttons. Sharp, firm electric shocks shooting though the bound otter and jolting her awake. The bio-readouts ran wild as the helpless thing thrashed and squirmed making impotent little whines and moans and yelps into the thick gag in her mouth.\n\n\t“Better.” Haley cooed. “Here I spend all this time looking for something fun to play with and the dumb little dolly is asleep on me. For shame. Who said a toy like you gets to sleep?” The vibrators were slowly ramped up to the third notch as the otter girl settled. Nice soft arousal helping wick away the pain. It was even something Haley could keep track of on a convenient little readout.\n\n\tThe otter took quite a while to settle. It also took Haley an embarrassingly long time to realize that the excited little thing was probably still wriggling due to the vibrators rather than pain. Though to be sure, she delivered another quick shock to the nipples.\n\n\tSuddenly all of the worry and frustration from the first few hours of the morning melted away, replaced by a less familiar little mélange of emotions. She turned up the vibration another set of notches and laid back gazing in to the projector. “Just get nice and settled in, little cuntrag. Not that you have a choice.” She moaned gently as her fingers dipped a bit under the band of her panties. “I bet that shock fucking hurt didn’t it? Maybe made you reconsider just what a bad idea it was letting that one slide?” She giggled a bit and moaned. Hips arching as her fingers dipped between her legs. She had to be a bit quiet naturally. Soundproofing on these little apartments were shit. But then, Haley didn’t care too much.\n\n\tShe let the vibrations and the sound of her fingers tracing slowly into her own dampness fill the ears of the doll. Watched her wriggle helplessly against the immovable sealed material that kept her trapped in place. “Do you like that little bitch? Like hearing another girl stroking herself off?” She moaned as her paw went to the control display again. She linked the girls visual display to one of her folders, one of supposedly straight girls being ‘forced’ to lick cunt.\n\n\tIn a moment it was playing though before the otter girls eyes, with no way to escape it.\n\n\t“It doesn’t really matter though now does it, water rat?” Haley moaned “Though I kinda hope you’re a little straight girl. Because we’re gonna spend such a long, long time together. Just you and me. Letting you see just where nasty little toys like you belong.”\n\n\tHaley moaned to herself as she watched the cute girl squirming. The payoff was so worth it. She’d slowly ramp the vibrators up to four or five as the images played. Letting the sound of her own masturbation serve as the audio backdrop. Along with a few choice insults naturally. ‘Ass kissing vermin’, ‘Dyke dollie’, ‘Pain toy’. Haley stretching the limits of her own admittedly limited vocabulary as she slowly coaxed the otter to near orgasm before dialing things back and speeding up her own furious fingering. Loud and clunky and awkward, but enough to send the point home into that dazed and helpless head.\n\n\tEvery once in a while the otter would get a fresh shock somewhere new. The intensity always varied and without anything to really prepare her for it. What little audio the feed provided filling Haley’s pod with sobs and moans as she wriggled happily almost in time with her wonderful little victim.\n\n\tShe took a moment to look at the ‘favorites’ tab and hit save. Haley had the feeling she was going to be coming back to this one quiet a bit.\n\n------------------------------\n\n\tThe taste of that cum, or whatever it really was, sat stale in Aris mouth as she slowly let her breathing return to normal. Time had long since lost all meaning and her thoughts by now were so foreign to what they had been in the ‘real’ world. That much had yet to dull on her normally overactive little mind. \n\n\tIn spite of it though, she felt rather odd. It was getting a bit harder by now to grow excited as the sessions started to blur. Not that it was fair to think so. She shouldn’t think so. She knew she shouldn’t. Yet for how wonderful it really felt to be so trapped and helpless. For everything the Controllers did to her, so much of it was already starting to fall flat.\n\n\tThat was, except for her.\n\n\tHer ears twitched and twinged as familiar notes of feedback started to slip into her mind. Little audio patterns and quirks which already set her hips to wriggling and grinding in their helpless prison even before a word was spoken.\n\n\tSoon the vibration started up, and with it a new video.\n\n\tPanties. All manner of types and sizes. Simple cotton ones. Nice shiny silk ones. Athletic garments and intricate lingerie. Some worn by all manner of women, and even a few who were not. Others simply laying. In piles on the floor, discarded on the bed. Wet. Dry. Stained with sweat or cum or piss.\n\n\tThe scenes transitioned slowly before her captive eyes as poor Ari shivered and squirmed oh so helplessly. Her body tingling with anticipation and raw lust. She watched a video of a girl, wearing a heavy collar and bound in straps, crawling over to needily shove her face into a basket of dirty cloths in a hamper.\n\n\t“Slave dollys are addicted.” the voice said. Low and flat and monotone. Familiar, but without the passion she was used to. Seemingly quiet enough to let the odd thrumming background music play over it.\n\n\t“It is hot to see this. You find it sexy. All those nasty, filthy panties. The dirty discarded remains of those who are better than you. You find it arousing.” the voice stated this fact again as the vibration started to grow. \n\n\tAri was already tired. Her mind had been dulled by a mix of disappointing abuse. Twenty minutes of full body shocks spaced out only enough to make the experience numbing. Half a dozen hardcore porn videos played along with the taste of fake cum. Vibrators forcing orgasm after orgasm like jackhammers.\n\n\tThis was all so small in comparison. Yet it was so easy to just slip in and let the voice guide her. Play with her, like a real object. Like the trash she was.\n\n\tShe just let her mind go limp as she watched what she was given and let the wonderful little insults burn in her fuzzy ears. She watched a girl slowly licking another woman, her better, to orgasm though a pair of panties. Watched an athlete working oh so hard as the camera kept focus on her crotch. The simple projection panning around her slowly making sure to focus on those strong thighs and that perfect ass.\n\n\tEvery once in a while, especially when she saw signs of sweat or arousal, the vibration would grow up higher. Not maxing out to numbness. Simply ramping up long enough to keep her groaning and on edge.\n\n\tBefore long she found herself trying hard to sniff though the tubes. Her mind trying to capture the overwhelming sensation that must be there. Be it sweet, or foul.\n\n\t“Sniff, girl.” The recording commanded as it got a good up skirt shot of some prep school girl. One that could have been from her own former alma matter if only the tartan was different. Ari tried to sniff, and felt no air come.\n\n\tThe vibrations came. In fact they ramped up. They, along with the insults, hammered into her head. Even without the ability to wriggle and hump herself frantically on the shivering shafts Ari soon felt her head swim from her strain and the lack of air. She tried to obey, tried to sniff. Her body heaving and almost convulsing at the helpless attempts to fill her lungs. Not with air, but with the scents of the dirty garments she was shown.\n\n\tThe air returned and the vibration lowered. Ari shivered and nearly sobbed as she bit down on her gag and groaned feeling her body convulse ever so slightly.\n\n\tThen it came once more. “Sniff, girl” this time the sight of a hamper once more. Ari doing as she was told. Her own normally over-rational mind gladly slipping back into subservience of the orders, of the wonderful little commands pushed upon her by that near monotone voice.\n\n\t“Good. Good little Water Rat. Dollies Obey. Dollies never have a choice. Good little loser preygril”\n\n\tOnce again Ari kept going. She kept sniffing and wriggling as the vibration pushed itself slowly towards the well worn limit. The lack of air making her head swim and the overwhelming stimulation \n\n\t“Good girl. Don’t you dare fucking resist. You do what I say. You think what I say. You’re not a person you little loser. You’re a god damn sex toy. Show me you’re nothing. Prove you know your place.”\n\n\tAri was rabid to comply. Her nose sniffing so hard at the air hose as she sobbed into her mask. Desperate, needy, eager to please. The vibrations now dancing though her like fire. Building up to a crescendo as her trapped body riled and thrashed in its bonds. The frustration, the utter hopeless rage as she sniffed and sought for the scents that were not there… as she failed to obey. Each frantic moment making her dizzy and needy and desperate as every thought left her save for pleasing that voice.\n\n\tThe more the voice egged her on, the more she tried. Ari shivered and struggled in desperation .Her body arching and lurching as she sobbed and squealed almost screaming into the gag while the lack of air made her head spin and swim. While the heavy vibrations caused her to twitch and squirm pushing her body hard over the brink of orgasm.\n\n\tFinally, she slumped. Sobbing and shivering. Her body sleeplessly twitching as the voice praised her foggy drifting mind for the proper obedience of an inferior.\n\n------------------------------\n\n\t“Yeah. You like that, don’t you little dolly.” the Lynx muttered as she leaned up against the counter and sighed. It was a bit annoying. She’d gotten used to the goggles back in her pod. The old tools of a past life now used to help her non-enhanced eyes get a better view of her favorite, only pastime. It wasn’t really supposed to be a big deal though. After all it wasn’t like she could enjoy her little dolly at work. Not without paying for a dedicated full pass into the public network and going though at least half a dozen ‘morality’ filters. All of which cost cash.\n\n\tThat was until she found the node point stashed under the counter.\n\n\tHaley looked off into the distance with a glazed little grin. Her tail swaying side to side as she used her own wetware to get what she could. It wasn’t much. She couldn’t really afford to stream clips or voice things into the poor sluts ears without getting caught. But a small bit of interaction. A few little jabs at the shock function. That was another story.\n\n\t“Excuse me” A shrill voice rang though Haleys haze. She looked up, quirking her brow a bit as a large hippo woman looked down hips cocked to the side. “I said I’d like to order.”\n\n\t“Oh, uh… right. Sorry I guess I didn’t hear you. Welcome to Tempura Stop. Can I take your order?”\n\n\t“You can now girl. Making me wait all this time. You know some of us don’t have time to waste standing behind a counter.”\n\n\tHaley set her teeth and sighed, reaching down to grip the counter. “Can I take your order, ma’am?” she asked again with barely held contempt.\n\n\t“Yes you can.” the woman growled. “I want a large cup of the shrimp. Side of rice and a cup of the Banana chips” she said insistently. “And maybe try doing it without spouting off to your boyfriend.”\n\n\t“Girlfriend” Haley muttered under her breath without even really realizing it. She walked up to the printer and put in the order even as she flicked on the basket of fry medium. A single serving of dry, stable-battered shrimp soon appeared on a small tray under the printing nozzle and Haley dumped them in following by hitting the button for the bananas.\n\n\t“What did you say?” The hippo grumbled a bit”\n\n\t“Nothing.” The lynx sighed.\n\n\t“No. No you don’t you little low wage bitch. If you’re going to mouth off to me then you’re gonna say it to my face.”\n\n\tHaley growled a bit. She turned away from the fryer to look the woman square in the eye. Tilting up the brim of her big floppy striped hat as she did so. “I didn’t, Lady.” she snapped “I said Girlfriend, and… and it’s not even really that” she snapped “Besides it’s not like you really waited that long is it? Or do you just expect me to stand here behind the counter all day doing nothing?”\n\n\t“I expect you to do your damn job.” The woman bellowed “And how dare you talk to a customer like that. It’s bad enough some impure little quim is the one making my food. But I won’t be talked down to by some lazy low class who can’t pull herself away from fawning on some street walking hussy long enough to earn what little keep she’s worth!”\n\n\tHaley growled and hissed. The Tempura was already burning, and she didn’t care. The feline reaching over and tossing a half-full sleeve of empty food cups directly at the woman with a loud meow.\n\n\tBy now half of the food court was looking on, and Haley stopped. The sensation of all those eyes dragging her back to reality as she started to tremble.\n\n\tWorse, she felt a sharp jolt of static and saw the little trickled feed she’d managed shut down.\n\n\t“Employee Flannery.” A cruel synthesized voice said, both into her head and though the shop speaker system. “This is your third and final warning for disorderly conduct. Tempura Stop policy A: 57 Section 3 is now in effect. One month suspension without pay effective immediately.”\n\n\tHaley winced and curled her toes as she heard this. Looking up at the rather smug woman who gazed down at her. Haley winced and gripped her hat off of her head letting the waves of bottle-black hair fall down into their normal pixie cut. She sighed and slumped her shoulders. Taking off her apron to hang it up as she started the long, shameful walk home.\n\n------------------------------\n\n\tIt was almost becoming comforting how the dreamlike haze broke around her mind. It was always something different. Sometimes the semi-soft shocks of the suit as it worked to electro stimulate her muscles or a face full of the thick tasteless mush which fed her pumped into the tube and down her throat. On occasion she might even wake up to some hard vibration in one of her holes or the sight of some random porn video. A controller deciding to take pity on her perhaps and offer up a meager moments of stimulation.\n\n\tThen… there were those other times.\n\n\t“Stupid little water rat.”\n\n\tThe words hit her as the poor woman groaned blissfully into her gag. That synthesized voice, the odd little thrumming patterns under it, that name. It was getting to the point where Ari could pick out a few controllers simply by how they acted at this point She didn’t have names for them. They were, after all, her betters. Her superiors. Every one of them a God or Goddess worthy doing such wonderfully horrible things to her shivering helpless body.\n\n\tSome were more worthy than others, though. Not all betters were equal. A fact that her own wonderfully trapped little mind was reminded of each time that perfectly synthesized voice hit. A slow, fading reverb that seemed to stick in her head with each word, each syllable. \n\n\tThe images started soon after. Each time it was something a bit different. Each one shifting. It was ‘her’ style, and this time it really made Ari blush.\n\n\tShe watched a girl. Some gawky young fox girl, kneeling in a well practiced stance. The kind many slaves used to display. Her chest heaving as she leaned in and began to slowly lick along the smooth ceramic material of a urinal.\n\n\tAri blushed hard and moaned. It was nasty. Almost horrific. Yet so wonderfully shameful. The girls she saw, all of them far sexier than the little otter doll, each one after the other. Licking toilet rims. Licking along the sides of urinals. She watched one girl with her head being pushed into a urinal cup as a woman stood over her. A thick, hot yellow stream starting to cascade over hair and fur as the dominant woman gripped her bitch hard by the throat.\n\n\tThe otter could feel her cheeks darken considerably. She tried to lick her muzzle, and yelped in surprise as the gag started to retract a bit. Though a moment later she knew why.\n\n\tShe gagged hard. The thick acrid taste washing into her accompanied by a wicked, haughty laugh. Ari gagged and choked a bit as the stuff flowed into her mouth. Not in her throat or stomach as was so often the case. This piss, and it clearly was piss, rolled around in her mouth as it pushed though the tube causing her to choke and sob as she bucked her hips.\n\n\t“Ohhh my. Enjoying yourself bitch?” That oh too familiar voice cooed “I thought my dolly might be getting a little arrogant and it was time I put her in her place. After all there’s no use in a toy who thinks she’s special is there? Keep that up and she might start acting like a person.”\n\n\tAri blushed as she swallowed a bit. Not much. Her rump getting a hard shock as she did so.\n\n\t“No. Keep it in your mouth. I can see that little tongue though the tube. Just let it settle in. let that taste soak into your brain, water rat. Like you were swimming in the nasty stuff.”\n\n\tAri sobbed and tried to shake her head. Yet she obeyed. She had to. Her tongue settling and swimming in the hot amber fluid as the vibration between her legs slowly grew. All the while watching other girls like her slowly and worshipfully licking the droplets of piss off of bathroom surfaces with a mix of revulsion and delight.\n\n\t“Unfortunately you’re not good enough for real piss. No. Not like mine” the voice cooed as the rear plug started to vibrate far harder “You don’t deserve something that wonderful. You’re only barely worthy of your own. But it is kind of cute watching you gulp and savor your own nasty fluids isn’t it?” The voice cooed “At least it is for me. Who the fuck cares if a dolly is happy.”\n\n\tAri moaned in spite of herself. She shouldn’t. That wonderful goddess controller shouldn’t care. Why would she? The otter tried to show off her mouthful of piss even though the gag. Tried desperately to move in some way. She wanted to, longed to show the controller just how low she would stoop. Yearned to beg for worse. She deserved worse.\n\n\tAs her reward, Ari felt the vibrations die down to a teasing near-nothing… as the controller started to masturbate once more. The beautiful phantom figure would cum. Ari would be left wanting… probably until the next controller took over and tormented her. If it could be called that.\n\n\tShe would gladly give that possible orgasm up though. Give them all up… if it meant staying with this one.\n\n------------------------------\n\n\t“Like that don’t you?” Haley murred “Nice and long, sore, sweaty. I bet a little loser bitch like you would love em now wouldn’t you?” The lynx moaned softly and rolled herself over onto her stomach as she waved her feet over each other. She wrang them softly and slowly, letting the tufted tip of her tail caress along the sides.\n\n\tIt was amazing what you explore when looking for new ways to torment and torture someone. Over the past month Haley had dropped from watching the projector to using her old HUD goggles full time. The bright green lenses and old copper and leather body was about as high quality as printed items got. Another relic of a past life, but one she was finding useful in her new escapades. She looked though them to watch a clean and crisp projection of the bound little otter. Watching that head move and sway oh so pleasingly. Still pondering how feet of all things were making her excited. Or maybe it was simply Haley herself.\n\n\tHaley curled her toes oh so slowly. One at a time. Carefully, gently making sure that her dolly was unable to focus on anything else. She’d been careful, as always, not to let her face be shown. At first it was simply a matter of keeping some possible Class 4 from getting a positive ID and possibly blackmailing her some day. Now though. Well that was still part of it. She thought. Maybe.\n\n\tNot that Haley cared. She slowly toyed and teased with the vibration speeds. Watching the arousal levels of her little doll as she made them rise and fall with well practiced precision. Slowly edging her up towards orgasm only to stunt it with a nice hard shock right between the legs and sudden drop in vibration. Each time making it clear that Haley was the one who made the decisions.\n\n\t“You want to sniff them so bad, don’t you water rat? Yeah a girl like you probably has the worst loser-fetishes doesn’t she? The kind too lame to have any real fun with out in the open.” Haley grinned proudly as she reached her finger out and watched the fun though her HUD goggles. She watched the otter wriggle, watched her shiver. Slowly that clawed finger worked its way up a bit on the anal vibration Hovering it up and down around its lowest settings as she watched the otters head bob and sway as much as the immobilization would allow in her little box prison.\n\n\tShe waited patiently, feeling out just the right moment, then hit the breath play button. A small cool down timer slowly rotating as the otters air was cut off long enough to cause maximum arousal with minimal harm.\n\n\t“Go on. Sniff. Sniff you little runt bitch. You want to smell me don’t you? More than you want to fucking breath you ugly little fuckrat cunt. Show me. Show me what you need. Who you worship.” Haley moaned loudly as she slipped her fingers down between her legs. Wriggling and writhing, and nearly flipping as the orientation locks suddenly disengaged. The rack began to rotate once more. Rolling itself out and around. Much to her shock it stopped with her at the bottom, and the unprepared feline felt a hard jolt as her pod was racked up and quickly opened.\n\n\t“Flannery.” A gruff voice said as a disapproving figure stood over her. \n\n\t“Maurice, what the fuck?” Haley gasped as she tried to cover herself. A hard jolt of latency static hit her and she winced, grabbing her jack in shock.\n\n\t“Pack your stuff. You’re out.”\n\n\t“The hell? What are you talking about? Can’t you see I’m doing something here? What do you mean I’m out I’m paid up for the year.”\n\n\t“No you ain’t.” The sea lion standing over her said as he growled a bit “Sorry little lady but you broke contract. Everyone else on the rack is complaining about how fucking loud you’re getting. Plus I know what you’ve been doing to my blocks. You signed the damn lease. You know what’s expected of you. Out.”\n\n\t“God fucking… you can’t be serious.” Haley hissed as she sat up and reached for the storage locker, fiddling and fishing for her top “So what I go looking at porn and suddenly it’s an eviction? You really think the other people here aren’t doing the same shit?”\n\n\t“I don’t care what they’re doing. They’re quiet. Better yet they pay me before going though the filter. You should feel grateful I’m just taking the rest of your rent to cover my costs instead of calling out the constable on your dirty little ass.”\n\n\tHaley winced as she bit her lip and started to shiver in panic and rage. She pulled out her backpack and started to shove things into the worn out fake leather bag, eyes narrowing just a bit. “You mind old man?” She asked as she jammed her things into the bag quickly. Rooting around and digging for anything she might leave, anything that was hers. There was no way she was going to give this asshole the satisfaction of nabbing any of her stuff.\n\n\tThen again that wasn’t really what occupied her thoughts. Soon Haley had everything dug out of the cubbies and crannies of the pod down to her grease-smelling uniform. She hopped out, spat on the floor and looked up at the man with a dour squint. “Yeah well I was thinking about moving anyways.” She growled. A lie, they both knew it. But in her rage she didn’t care.\n\n\t“Move wherever you want, you sick little perv” the man yelled “Just know I’m putting your name up along with it. Good luck finding a stable connection to play with out on the streets!” he spat\n\n\tHaley watched him digging though the pod and let out a sigh. This was bad. Far worse than she had imagined. Her food sub was tied to that pod, and he was right. There was no way in hell the filters on the public network would let her get back to her gi- get back to her fun \n\n\tShe needed to find a new place, and needed to do it fast.\n\n------------------------------\n\n\tAnother session of steady, numbing orgasms. Another clip of another superior, showing off his clinic-sculpted body slowly and carefully as she was forced to orgasm to it. Another thankful fade into darkness.\n\n\tAri sobbed softly. She was tired. Such a tired Dolly at this point. Such a tired little torture toy. Her mind, her heart, was racing. How long had it been? It felt like an eternity. She knew she wanted to serve. She knew it would be good to serve. Yet every time one of them came on… each time it wasn’t ‘her’. She knew it wasn’t her. She was aware it wasn’t her. Each time Ari felt her heart break just a little bit more.\n\n\tAt this point she was questioning if ‘she’ was even real. That girl who had so utterly twisted her mind, her body, her heart. The muscle stimulation started up again. The dull shocks now a mocking tease of what she needed. Failing to compare to what she thought she recalled.\n\n\tBlackness. Silence. The vibration gone. Just enough pain to leave her exhausted body longing.\n\n\tIt was all supposed to be perfect. It was her dream. At least she thought it was her dream. It was getting so hard to remember what she thought or felt. Who she was, what she was. It was all so distant as she faded into the darkness.\n\n\tThe problem was, that’s what she wanted. Nothing more than a simple toy to be used. Willess. Hopeless. Even as she struggled to ensure she remembered her name Ari knew that was why she remained here. Now. Trapped. A little dolly for her betters.\n\n\tSo then why wasn’t she happy?\n\n------------------------------\n\n\t“I swore to Woz I’d never do this again.” Haley sighed as she glanced from side to side carefully. Her hand was shaking. Maybe from malnourishment. Maybe from the lack of sleep. But if she had to guess, the lynx would probably lay the blame on her ever growing anxiety.\n\n\tShe pushed up against the bare metal wall as a small hand-made pry bar slipped into her paw from one pocket of her cargo pants. The only kind of pants one really needs when stuck out on the streets like this. Those sharp green eyes darted back and forth a moment. She didn’t check hard, though frankly it was doubtful anyone would care this far down in the slums. A hard metallic thunk, then a pang, and the vent grating gave way. Rusted stem bolts shattering under the simple force as the top of the vent yawned open enough for her to slip in and quickly pull the thing back up against the wall.\n\n\tA simple bit of string held the thing shut-looking and allowed her to crawl a bit further into the makeshift shelter. Far enough in to reach a small box sticking out of the vent proper.\n\n\tUsing the pry bar, Haley knocked this open as well and quickly dug in her busted up leather backpack until finally producing a hard plastic tool kit. She withdrew a small cable from the kit and placed a simple box fused to carefully against the crystalline web of streaking lights and data pathways. The box began to light up as it temporarily integrated itself with the other components. It wasn’t much, and it wasn’t secure. But then Haley didn’t give a fuck.\n\n\tShe slapped the other end of the cable against the cascading lightshow of her data jack. The small plate held fast around the semi-dome and almost seemed to hum with the sudden flow of data back and forth between it and the node.\n\n\tHaley shut her eyes and started to run though her old routine at a frantic speed.\n\n\tShe located the node, same as it ever was. Opened it, logged in. Her hands waved though the air as she tried to guide the purely mental image of her actions though her own wetware. She never was very good at such things but the idea of taking the time out and digging her goggles free from her bag just didn’t sit right with her. \n\n\tInstead Haley, in her frantic state, simply started to sift though the numbers for the boxes one by one. She flipped though preview displays of box after box, showing one rubber suited person after the other. One hand reached up to open a tab to que up her search preferences as she started to tag them off again. The other opened her favorites list. There was just one number on it naturally… and it was grayed out.\n\n\tThat got her already frantic heart racing. Did she get blocked for being gone so long? Could they even do that? Did she get hurt? Quit? Did she die?\n\n\tThe frantic feline shivered and twitched her ears as she hit the search criteria again. As it had the first time the search narrowed things down to almost nothing. But it wasn’t good enough. Haley flicked from one doll, one toy, one… person… to the next. Each time a different shape. Each time not ‘her’.\n\n\tShe could feel her heart kicking up. The flood of terror slowly seeping into her head as she reached the end of the list and instantly started it up again. Every second filling her mind with a flood of new thoughts and fears as to what could have happened. The inevitability of rejection. Or… something worse.\n\n\tIt felt like her heart was about to explode right as the display mercifully shifted. The number in the tab lit up and Haley nearly smashed her index finger into the cold metal vent as she Jammed it.\n\n\tThere she was. The otter girl. ‘her’ girl. Yes it sounded creepy. Yes it was irrational as fuck. But that little number. The familiar display of the trapped figure resting in that big case. She saw it once more and everything was once again right with the world.\n\n\tHaley shut her eyes tight and slumped back. She knew what she was doing. Knew what she had to do. It had been on her mind since that first day access got cut off. The preferences tab closed as she mentally willed open one of her saved files instead. A simple one, an image… the best she could really do given her own meager skills in such things.\n\n\tAs she fiddled for it her minds eye went back to the other tab. A little red exclamation mark sat next to the number. She opened it.\n\n\tSubject: \n\n\tStatus: nominal\n\n\tTime in Session remaining: 3 days\n\n\tHaley winced a bit at that. Three days. After two weeks of searching and struggling. After getting kicked out of every public node and rejected by every coffin apartment singer. After sinking back down so low and going to these lengths like some pathetic junkie. It had almost been for nothing.\n\n\tAlmost.\n\n\tHaley pushed a bit of the bottle-black hair from her face and ran her forearm over her eyes to rub a few tears free. She loaded up the image to the cue and took a deep breath. Any doubt she had about this. Any idea in her mind that this was wrong, that this would only hurt her. That three day mar had washed it away. Her voice was not her own as it left her mouth. Calm, happy, serene. Oh the unspent sobs and days of panic were there. She could still hear every fogy crack. But at this point she didn’t care.\n\n\tThere were no shocks this time. No piss drinking, no long drawn out sessions of teasing and denial. The only thing forced before the captives otters eyes was a simple set of text. An address.\n\n\t“114328. Are you listening? We need to have a talk.”\n\n------------------------------\n\n\tIt all still felt wrong. Ari shivered and shook as she pushed down on the simple pair of flats she had worn in. it almost felt like another lifetime. Her body free to smell the air more sharply. Free of the constant unknowing assault of arousal and pain. Eyes finally adjusted fully to the light after long minutes of struggle and at least one treatment by a machine she frankly didn’t recognize.\n\n\tShe walked along slowly down the hall, wearing the skin of her real life once more. Beside her the same grey-furred mouse woman who helped her in was careful to hold her arm as she was led down the hall towards the same office where she had checked in.\n\n\t“Ahh. Ms. Benet. So nice to see you up and around again.” The puma from before smiled at her as she was led in. He held up a paw in greeting which she nervously took and shook with her own trembling arm.\n\n\t“I must say it looks like your treatment really agreed with you.” The man said with an eager grin.\n\n\tAri nodded and blushed a bit ‘It did, Mr. Farms… wasn’t it?” she asked with a bit of a blush.\n\n\t“Don’t worry” he chuckled “After what you just went though it’s only expected that you might be hazy on a few things. That is kind of the point after all.”\n\n\t“Yeah it is.” Ari nodded softly as she barely squeaked out the words. Whatever they’d given her to drink upon existing the box had been quite a help… she thought. Really it all felt like something of a blur. It was still rather blurry.\n\n\t“I can’ leave you two to finish things, I think.” The mouse woman chuckled “Don’t forget though Tony. Big day today. My parents are really quite eager to meet you.”\n\n\t“Does that mean I can put on something a bit more masculine?” he asked to of the side of his mouth, the puma fidgeting with something under the band of his slacks.\n\n\tThe mouse simply giggled and shook her head, bemused. “Make sure you take care of or poor first timer there properly, ‘Mister Farms’.” The mouse giggled\n\n\t“Naturally, Miss Dixon-Farms.” The puma chuckled with an exaggerated sigh. He then turned to Ari and smiled nice and wide. “Sorry about that. It was a bit unprofessional.”\n\n\t“No no, it’s fine.” Ari said with a sigh “I guess I’m just kind of tired. That’s all.” She did smile a bit in spite of herself. It was a rather remarkable change.\n\n\t“Well we have a cab waiting, naturally. It’s been loaded with the equipment we used for your visit as well, and a small parting gift from us to you along with it. Just a bit of a memento for your trip. We have also refunded the security deposit to your account, and to inform you now we will be keeping all of your information on file for the next five years should you wish to experience our services again at a later date. This will naturally be deleted upon request and is held in the utmost confidentiality as befitting your class 2 citizenship status. So any time you may wish to visit us again I can assure you it will be a much smoother process.”\n\n\t“Thank you.” Ari said, still a bit dazed as she held her head and shook it a bit, trembling softly.\n\n\t“Don’t mention it. Though I between you and me, I am wondering, did you enjoy it your first time?” He said. The Puma, Tony, asking with a creeping note of concern. “I mean you were so enthused coming in here as I recall. I just wanted to make sure…”\n\n\t“No. No I’m fine.” Ari sighed “I think… I think I just need to get home. Lay down a bit. I only scheduled a couple of days to prepare before it’s back to work. It was good. Really good, honest.” She said as a soft blush crossed her cheeks.\n\n\t“Well I look forward to seeing you again” He nodded “Just remember to ask for Tony any time you do.”\n\n\tAri nodded and smiled at him. She pushed herself up and authorized her checkout before limping slowly to the small ball-wheel cab resting by the shop entrance.\n\n\tThe ride was long and slow. Ponderous and jerky as the simple craft sped along the glass-smooth street ways. Through tunnels and checkpoints. Down layer lifts lit only by the infinite starlight above and the long blending rows of caution lights as they dropped down from one layer of the station to the next and the next after.\n\n\tJust like the inside of the box, time started to shift and lose its meaning. She watched the cab streak and glide though the more affluent streets of the innermost ring. Though small tunnels and throughways. Watched hazily as they passed by a smaller hub built around one of the many asteroid mining sites. Watching in tired awe as one of the massive rocks was slowly being dragged up though the airlock at the center of the little ‘town’. She watched as men in suits, looking no bigger than ants, crawled and bustled their way up the surface of the thing as they got it settled and ready to be sealed into place.\n\n\tHour after hour the cab chugged on. Over rows of towers tied to the external QE network. Along one of the stations huge damnlike water reservoir where small homes sat on large flat metal outcroppings clearly rigged up long after the facility itself. For all the work on the station that Air had done in her young life, this was really her first time seeing it laid bare.\n\n\tThe further she went, the harder it was for her to recognize. Her own eyes getting hazy as industrial gave way to residential, and back to industrial. Each time things looking just a bit worse, just a tiny bit more alien. After spending so long isolated as a simple puppet her brain was all too eager. Sucking in the new sights in spite of herself with an almost childlike sense of wonder. Yet it was hard to hold them in her mind as the cab sped and wound on its own. Eventually, inevitably, sleep took her. Searing the image of the outer ring looming up over her into the otters thoughts as she drifted off.\n\n\tThe cab finally sounded an alarm to wake her. Ari jolted up and shivered hard. The control she felt of her limbs, her body, panicked her for just a moment as she flailed wildly and struggled to sit herself upright.\n\n\tTrembling, shivering, Ari nodded her head and pulled open the cab door. The storage trunk opened behind her and she went around to get the large and freshly printed duffle bag sitting in the trunk. She pulled it free by its straps and held it before her as she walked to the corner of the street.\n\n\tIt wasn’t her street. Too dirty, too old. All of the hab units large blocky monoliths spanning the whole of the outer ring along that gradual arcing curve. The simple printed bricks and smattered fruit trees of her well kept Sylvan Bailey neighborhood absent. What she found was grimy and unkempt Solid metal and busted street lights along walkways stained by grease and rust and other, worse things.\n\n\tUndeterred, or at least as undeterred as she could be, Ari walked slowly to the corner of the street and leaned against a light pole. Her eyes scanning with slow confused resignation though the rotted squalor of the slums that had always been so distant to her.\n\n\tThe scanning stopped, and she smiled. Her own soft sky blue orbs locking on to a figure. A lynx. Long and lanky, all but emaciated in her scrawnyness. She lay curled up against a building at the opposite corner. Cargo pants tattered and patched. A simple leather vest all that kept both her modesty and her warmth in this oddly chilly bit of the station. Her fur was matted and dirty. Caked in bits of grime, especially on her face. Tussed black hair with bits of rust red breaking though the cheap matt dye.\n\n\tThe figure looked up, and Ari felt herself fall. Dropping deep into the abyss of those beautiful emerald eyes.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Dream Trip:

By TerraMGP

\tArianwen had dreamed of this for years.

\tIt was the kind of experience that you remembered for your whole life. Something wonderful and special which, even as a little girl, had captivated her imagination when she first learned about it. In fact she still kept the original article saved to some of the physical memory in her data jack.

\tThis was something she’d found herself coming back to quite a bit over the years. Be it the first time she read the document while prepping for higher education at Lady Morganas. Or in her down time as she worked to learn the ropes of the station network while struggling to formulate a pitch for renovation and renewal. A pitch that many of her co workers sited to this day as the rebirth of their whole division.

\tLife had been hard. Painfully hard. Ari always knew it would be having watched her own parents dutifully fill their roles for the company. It was why they had sent her off to Lady Morganas predatory at such a young age. Why they had sought to help give her the advantages she deserved. Ari was a brilliant girl. Everyone had always said so. With that brilliance came the need for hard work to capitalize on it. Even as a child she knew that was part of the deal, but after having spent the past five years living. Pushing for the top grades in her class. Devouring half a dozen related disciplines based on aptitude testing, Memorizing every shred of corporate protocol. Somehow all of those things had still failed to prepare her for the truth.

\tAll day meetings and planning. A grueling four day work week filled with teammates struggling to get past personal ego and keep corporate ideologies in mind. There were days where Ari barely got her full nights sleep as she tossed and turned to the threat of losing her status on top of the junior network designers to someone who might snatch the project out from under her. The mere idea of taking back seat to another persons direction on the project, on what was ostensibly her baby.

\tBut then it was, perhaps, serendipitous. The fear of losing out on her status ensured that Ari would be kept on task over the past few years. No vacations. No outside romances. Heck she even came in five days a week at times in an effort to show just how dedicated she was to the project itself.

\tIt got so bad that daddy often joked about the shame of his little girl working like a lower-class citizen when she called home to check in. Then again she had to wonder if they were really jokes.

\tBut it was worth it. It had all worked out. The end result was that the project was now locked in for at least the next year. Her place and status secured, her team able to bask in the glory of setting the protocols for the home station and the planet below. Perhaps even for others within NA. As such the otter was finally free to indulge herself and follow an old dream.

\tThat was what brought her here, once more. The nice, beautiful, pristine white offices for Llyn Spas. Ready to make good on her dream, even if the anxiety tied to it was likely to put her in the hospital first.

\tThe wait was a bit long, but not at all unpleasant. Hot coffee and decent quality cookies, pleasant music, A holo projector set to some cheesy but slightly high-brow sitcom that was just old enough to be comfortingly nostalgic but not so old that it ended up anachronistic.

\tIt was an enjoyable enough wait for what it was, but the blue eyed otter kept glancing to the door all the same. She watched carefully, tapping her foot and jittering. Fidgeting with the hem of her skirt now and then or flicking the simple plastic lid of her cup just to give herself something to do. She took the agonizing moments of waiting to once again go over the countless things she’d had to prep in her head. Her apartment was taken care of. Subscriptions to news and entertainment feeds suspended.

\tShe’d written herself at least half a dozen memos to assure that she’d gotten the exact time off needed. Every once in a while she’d remember something that might still be hanging, check in a panic, and sigh in anxious relief as some note or memo reassured her that it was safe to go ahead with things as she had planned.

\tEventually one of the doors slid open. A young man somewhere in his thirties stepping out. A puma, sharply dressed with a neon green crew cut and mid-range suit most likely resting just on the high end of ‘printed’ but still sharp enough to strike his professionalism home.

\t“Ms. Benet?” he called out, the mans wary eyes looking more than a bit beat down as he glanced at her. Ari stood up rail straight and nodded, a wide grin on her face “Yes? I mean, yes. That’s me” she nodded as she strode towards the door. First at a near jog, then slower as she realized she might be going a bit too fast. By the time she reached the doorway Ari had thankfully hit a decent enough pace and made her way in to the office with about as much grace and dignity as she could salvage.

\tIt was a small enough affair. The furniture and plants far cheaper than his suit from the looks of it but still respectable considering there likely wasn’t much return on investment for getting their agents fancier accoutrements.

\tThe Puma moved around and sat behind his desk as he opened her file and nodded softly.

\t“So then, Ms. Benet. I see we have you down for our silver package. That’s fifty thousand credits plus the ten thousand deposit. I also see that this is your first time staying with us, is that correct?”

\tHe was polite enough, almost cordial in his way. But Ari knew enough to tell how burned out the man was. His voice was tired and lifeless, his eyes a bit dull. He had a mug with a local professionals rugby league logo on the side, something she only recognized due to someone in her office having a similar one. Considering it was almost Saturday odds were quite good he wanted out of there. It was enough to make her feel guilty for robbing him of a shot at an early weekend.

\t“Alright Miss Benet. It seems the call to the bank has verified the available funds. But I need to go over a few more things before we finalize the agreement.” There was a bit of a smile on the Pumas lips as he brought up a display from a projector on his desk. “First, you don’t have to worry. We have a one hundred percent safety rate. We have first aid staff and medical pods as needed to ensure our guests won‘t have any risks and with the physical scan you submitted before hand we already know of any other risk factors and can keep an eye out for them. Between that and the physical you submitted your risk of any injury or death is basically zero.”

\tArianwen nodded softly and smiled back. The man was clearly beyond done with the job. Part of her wanted to feel bad. But truthfully she flat out couldn’t muster the empathy tough her own excitement.

\t“That said, and I need to make sure you’re aware of it… you can’t change your list once you’re in. Any decisions you made will be set in stone for the duration of your stay. We naturally can’t accommodate any changes afterwards. So you need to be sure the package you want is the package we are giving. You are sure, aren’t you?”

\t“Yes, sir, I am!” Ari yelped before she even realized the words had left her lips. This wasn’t just some whim. She had agonized over that list. Gone over every item at least a dozen times to ensure her own comfort… and at least a thousand more in simple agonized bliss and anticipation. Fixating over it every day as she sat there doing her menial, pointless job. Ari looked off to the side nervously as she realized that the man might have seen the list. Realizing he knew just what she was signing up for in excruciating detail. Truth be told, she rather liked it.

\tThe man behind the desk, by contrast, clearly couldn’t care less. He brought up the list once more and nodded a bit “Very well. Well then Miss Benet all you need to do is add your authorization print here and we can get you squared away.”

\tAri started to tumble a bit as she looked up at the display. She brought her thumb up and pushed it to a small square hovering in space. Breathless and trembling until the small square flashed from blue to orange as her authorization.

\tThe office door slipped open and a young mouse in a nice, pristine white lab coat walked in to the space where the door had stood, smiling wide. “It seems you’ve gotten this down to a science, Mister Farms.” The woman said with a smirk.

\tFor the first time the man offered a genuine smile. It was small and sheepish, but it was there. “Yeah well. I can trust you are going to take care of our Guest here Miss Dixon?”

\t“I will” she nodded a bit as she tilted her head “Though I do have something to ask you afterwards if you think You’ll be free. Mister Farms.” She said with a small grin.

\tEven for someone like Ari it was almost impossible to ignore the looks that shot between the two. The way the man sat up, the way the woman was looking at him. It brought a listless, small smile to her lips if just for a moment.

\tThe grey furred mouse smiled wide and nodded a bit as she walked up to Ari and tilted her head a bit “Miss Benet, Why don’t you come with me and we can get you set up. I’m sure you’re eager to get started with your sabbatical, correct?”

\tAri nodded a bit and blushed a bit as she stood up slowly. She glanced at the now slightly dopey-faced puma before turning to the woman in the lab coat. “Yeah. I mean I admit I’m a bit nervous.”

\t“Everyone is at first. Though if it ever gets too uncomfortable with prep don’t hesitate to tell me. That’s the one thing I can’t stress enough. I know many people in your position can be a bit reserved about these sorts of things but I am sure you understand why we are so insistent on making sure you are comfortable going in and getting everything you want.”

\t“Yeah I know. Trust me.” Ari blushed a bit and scratched her inner shin with the heel of her shoe mid step, nearly falling over. She was nervous about this. “You guys have all been so nice and helpful, I mean for the most part. I know it’s probably silly to you since you help so many people with this but I can promise I thought though this with a ton of detail.”

\t“You don’t have to promise me, hun.” The mouse squeaked “Though I do get it. The whole experience can be rather nerve racking. Now then since this is your first time all you have to do is relax and follow my instructions. I promise that you’ll be set before you know it.”

\tAri nodded nervously. The mouse walked in to one of the rooms lining the shiny white and steel hallway. There was a large metal box with a readout on one side, and another box that was split down the middle looking more akin to a wardrobe.

\tThe mouse, Ms. Dixon based on what the Puma had said earlier, walked over to the wardrobe and then turned with a grin. She held a finger to her lower lip, cupping her own muzzle between thumb and forefinger as she giggled a bit. “Now then, all things considered I think this should be rather easy dear. Go ahead and strip.” Ms. Dixon giggled

\t“S-strip?” Ari swallowed hard and tilted her head a bit as she looked at the woman. “You mean here? Now? With you?”

\tThe mouse nodded a bit as a grin grew over her face. “Well I can’t imagine you are too surprised are you? Besides I’ll have to see it sooner or later. I mean if you really want I could always leave.”

\t“No. No you’re right.” Ari sighed “I guess I’m not as ready for this as I thought, huh?” The otter started simply. She started to slowly pull the pastel purple sweater up over her head bit by bit, tugging and pulling at the bulky bunched sleeves of the synth wool as she slowly wiggled and wedged herself free of the material. The whole process on its own took far longer than the lanky otter probably needed and the white belly fur really showed why as a clear tinge of pink shone though it.

\tShe held the garment in front of her as she looked for some place to put it. The mouse chuckled a bit which only deepened the blush and then gestured to a corner where a small hamper wheeled its way on thought command from where it sat over next to the otter. Ari looked down at it in odd shock. She hugged the sweater nervously to her chest for a moment before letting it drop away. Her modest chest and sleek fur up to the skirt all smooth and clean. She started to wrap her arms around her bra, then stopped as she caught sight of the mouse and her disapproving gaze.

\tAri let her arms drop, the horrible clashing plaid of her bra, something she normally wore as a bit of a personal ‘joke’, for once seen by another person. She looked up nervously at the tech who simply grinned wider in what Ari had to imagine was bemused disapproval. Then her fingers worked and fidgeted slowly to undo it. Slipping free of the clashing nightmare of cool colors and awkward brown before dropping it nervously in the bin.

\t“Now now, don’t be shy.” Ms. Dixon chuckled “I see it all the time dear. You aren’t going to shock me. Next let’s make with the skirt.”

\tAri naturally complied a bit more quickly this time. Any shame about the size or shape of her breasts and how they didn’t quite fit her frame faded to the wayside as she undid her simple skirt and slipped it free. Another moment caused her to pause and shiver nervously. Her fingers slipping against the hem of her simple white cotton panties as she curled her toes and let out a sigh. Eventually she was forced to pull the simple fabric down leaving her bare and exposed to the world. At the very least exposed to the tech.

\tThe shoes, black socks, and blue leg warmers all came off last and a bit more quickly and awkwardly. Her mostly exposed body driving her nervous fidgeting along until finally every scrap from ear tips to toes was completely exposed.

\tMs. Dixon looked on, seemingly more bemused by the nervousness than judgmental of what she saw, and then nodded her approval.

\tA thin fan of blue light shot out from the little robot hamper and slowly started to scan her body over inch by inch, the tech looking on with mild approval as it did so. Ari yelped and nearly fell over in shock as it slowly scanned her.

\t“Relax”. The mouse commanded gently “It’ll all be set in a second.”

\tA telltale glow and hum came from the bottom area of the box behind Ms. Dixon. Loud and quick as it slowly worked its way up the crack between the two doors. The mouse stepped casually to the side as the doors rolled open. Grinning as she beckoned the otter girl to come closer.

\t“Now just relax and let me help you with all of this, alright? I know it’s probably going to look a bit overwhelming but trust me it will be fine.” The mouse turned to a freshly printed rack of gear that all looked at once familiar and foreign to Ari. It was all things that were common enough, depending on the circles one decided to run with. Long, clearly phallic objects. Straps and harnesses with printed leather and rubber all in nice shiny blacks. A few other items she didn’t quite recognize… and at the center of it. A nice, tight, perfectly molded blue rubber suit.

\tIt was thick, heavy. Even without touching it the simple thickness of the stuff around the neckline was enough to tell Ari it would probably weight half what she did when all was said and done.

\tThe tech looked to that suit a moment and nodded her approval as she picked up a small spray dispenser and started to shoot it inside of the suit proper. A slick slimy coating starting to form and causing a few bits of something metallic to glisten from inside.

\t“Now then, I don’t know if you’ve tried any rubber before, Ms. Benet.”

\t“A-ari, please.” Ari muttered nervously.

\t“I don’t know if you’ve tried any rubber before… Arianwen.” The mouse said with an edged firmness to her voice “But all things considered I think it’s best if I guide you into it this time to be safe. Company policy. After all we want to make sure it fits properly.”

\tAri nodded a little as she watched the nanomagnet seal slowly break away in the back leaving a perfect seam and opening. She nervously looked in to the gaping blue abyss. Simple metallic inlays like circuits rested all throughout the suit. Along the stomach and sides. The breasts. The… crotch region.

\t“Well, go on. Step in.” Ms. Dixon almost chirped.

\tAri bit her lip and slowly complied. The long lanky otter legs started to slip and slide their way slowly into place. Every single contour and crease matching up with muscle and sinew as it hugged her like a second skin. She pushed her foot all the way down to the base where a rather painful eight inch heel had been put in place. Just big enough to constrict and keep her in place without really cutting off blood flow. It did, however, make her oh so aware of the dulling cling of the material.

\t“Now then, next leg.” The mouse squeaked.

\tSoon both legs were encased and Ari was struggling to stand. As she did though the mouse slowly worked to adjust and fine tune the match between her body and the suit. Any flaw or misalignment no matter how minute or impossible to notice on the part of the otter was tugged and twisted into place. A pinch here. A hard twist there. It went from her feet, to her shins. Up her calves. By the time those oddly deft and professional hands got to her backside Ari was already wet and moaning. Unable to fully bite back on the tingles of pleasure hitting her like a freight truck.

\t“Oh my! Careful now, Arianwen. Let’s try to be professional here.” Ms. Dixon said with a small chuckle even as she worked with painful slowness rubbing and working the mound into place.

\tThat was, perhaps, a taller order than the woman realized. Ari had no idea how she managed to keep her feet as that palm rubbed and all but coaxed her to the edge of orgasm while seeking to get her suit set in place.

\tWhen that was finally adjusted properly, or perhaps when the tech was done having her fun, she resumed the slow and meticulous process of suiting Ari up. Slowly and carefully working the suit as she got the magnets to lock up inch by painstaking inch. As they did the rubber seemed to contort and constrict a bit more removing all but the barest amount of airspace out from between suit and bare fur.

The gloves went on much the same as the boots had and by now it was hard to get anything on the way Ari trembled with nervous excitement. Every single adjustment, every creeping snap of those magnets sealing her suit into a virtually solid piece drew shivers of ecstasy from the otter as she resisted the urge to wriggle her limbs in the custom made outfit.

\tFinally though the mouse got up to the last bit along the neck line. She quickly gave the new pastel blue outfit a quick once over pat and nodded her approval before going back to the case where the rest of the implements rested.

\tAri stood nervously as things were slowly added to her. First came the arm binders. Like the suit these were added carefully and tested oh so slowly to limit any struggle the otter could possibly give without giving so much resistance that it strained or tour any muscles. After that, a metal collar. Thin and with plenty of room to breath. It snapped easily and cleanly around her neck without any struggle and inflated a small ring of rubber pillowing just enough to keep it in place. The thing felt a bit odd pressed up against her data jack.

\tBut then Ari had done her research. She knew what it was for, and the very idea of it made her tingle.

\t“Now then before we get to the finishing touches I’m going to need you to open your mouth wide for me, ok? Keep it open and don’t close it.” The mouse commanded.

\tAri blinked but did as she was told. She let those blue eyes slip shut as she lulled her tongue out a bit in anticipation for the inevitable gag. Instead she gasped and shivered as she felt a small something pushed against her nostrils A pair of tubules started to slip their way down her sinuses and her throat without warning. They sank down with an odd bit of discomfort and then expanded, solidifying into place.

\t“There. That should do it.” The mouse chuckled as she took advantage of the nice open mouth to slip a thick phallic gag slowly in between the unsuspecting otters lips. It filled her muzzle and slipped effortlessly between the tubes.  The taste of hard rubber filled her mouth and each breath suddenly took a very sterile, clinical sensation no matter where it came from.

\tAri grunted out the most protest that she could as the woman just stood there and laughed softly, licking her lips. “About the reaction I expected.” She nodded “Don’t worry it’s all part of the process. Lucky you it’s almost done too. Just a little bit more.”

\tThe next parts were more of the same. A pair of small audio buds slipped into her ears and swelled in place with smart foam, locking out all sound from the outside no matter how hard she tried to shake them off. Suddenly Ari could hear, feel every breath. She could feel every heart beat and every small squeaking shiver as she stood there helplessly watching with anxious anticipation as the grinning mouse continued.

\tMs. Dixon was still talking, but naturally Ari couldn’t hear. Rather she couldn’t hear the outside world. A pair of test tones played. A ‘left’ in her left ear and ‘right’ in her right ear. Then both saying ‘nod’. which she did, much to the techs approval.

\tNext came a blindfold, a thick leatherish thing with straps that went over her head and against the sides, pulling carefully back around her bit by bit. This too was slowly adjusted and then sealed with a magni lock. Not that Ari could see at that point. As the fold went on she could feel the sudden, horrible, wonderful sensation. Trapped. Trapped in raw, hopeless, unfeeling darkness. Trapped and unable to see. Barely able to move. Every breath a sterile rubbery scentless oblivion. Every sound outside of her own body muted. Her touch meeting only indifferent rubber.

\tThe whole experience was so wonderfully terrifying that she barely noticed as fingers pawed and poked at her crotch once more. Not until something long, and smooth and metallic started to slowly slip its way in. The cylinder, the phallus, gliding in effortlessly due to her own arousal as it slipped up in to a small hole in the suit and a stem slipped its way from the side of the thing into the tip of her urethra.

\tAri screamed and bit into the gag as this happened but was unable to do anything but tremble in terrified delight as the thing was coaxed in the rest of the way. The base finally meeting the rubber that covered her burning folds and re-sealing itself into place. Another object, similar, in consistency but very different in shape was soon tracing between her ass cheeks as another small bit of the rubber suit was pulled free.

\tThe otter squirmed and fidgeted, but it was only made worse as the tip of the plug touched her rear. She fell over, shivering, squealing, collapsing against something hard that she had to assume was the little hamper robot. It left her rear full exposed in the air.

\tAri whined in protest and bliss and release as she felt the thing finally pushed into her tender virginal tail hole. Unable to offer even token protest as it slowly spread her wide. Each little fidget made her twist and grind with the other object already inside of her and it was not long before Ari finally fell from her perch to her side. Bucking and twisting in the throws of orgasm she could no longer hold back.

\tA few token moments were given, and then the plug was pushed back up against her rear, a knee resting on her back to keep her in place as it too was pushed in and sealed.

\tThe one down side to this whole thing was that she couldn’t really witness those final glorious moments. She knew what would happen. The otter woman had probably touched herself more than once to the pitch video. She felt it as she was pushed and moved around, standing at attention and adjusted into place. She felt the pause as something was hooked up to the two objects in her cunt and her rear, each one causing the objects inside of her to wriggle and shake, each one making her groan loudly and push her chest out against the restrictive rubber.

\tShe felt the third tube slowly slip into the gat tip as well, and a fourth slipping in to the bit of tubing hanging from her nose. She took a breath of the clearly processed and recycled air that now flooded her, then shivered as she felt it sucked out. She felt it again as a small bit of bland, tasteless gruel slipped into her mouth. Then.. Something thicker, and saltier.

\tFinally she shivered as she felt the two other tubes doing what they were designed to as well, flooding her for a moment and the draining. It wasn’t quite as enjoyable. But then the idea itself…

\tOnce everything was proven to be in working order she felt the hands pulling away. One hard thud, and something swelling and inflating like a balloon around her. Slowly filling enough with a thick gel-like consistency to immobilize her completely. Any ability to do more than wriggle helplessly was robbed of her.

\tThere was no going back now. No way to signal for help. No escape. A moment of panic swept in as Ari made absolutely sure she could breath. Made sure her body wasn’t in the wrong position, that she wouldn’t end up tearing a muscle if she moved the wrong way. When she was settled the otter sighed and let herself finally relax. She knew what was next. She’d watched it so many times on the brochure. Her box would be wheeled out like so much luggage. Carted down to a small, simple, grimy warehouse structure below. She would be put into place… and left there. Left in the cold and the dark, waiting to be used. Just a thing. A worthless, helpless, exploitable little thing.

\tShe could hardly contain herself at the thought.

\tIt started to get warm. Very warm, stopping only as the metallic portions she had seen in the suit started to cool ever so slightly. Not enough to feel cold, but enough to keep her at an utterly helpless room temperature.

\tAri trembled with delight. With terror. With a flood of emotions she simply could not describe. She had done it. In spite of everything she had done it. She struggled to make herself accept the reality even as the blindfold shifted and sparked to life, coming up with a simple image.

\tClient: Arianwen Benet

\tTime remaining: 6 months

\tWaiting for operator

\tThree simple yellow lines on a red backdrop, hanging for a moment before going blank. Drowning her in an inescapable abyss. Hopeless, helpless. Unable to even feel it as the box was wheeled off to be put in storage with so many others.

\tA truly, utterly, hopelessly objectified toy.

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\tHaley grumbled to herself as she dragged herself slowly along the ratty carpet floor. She passed by what could charitably be called hallways. Huge racks filled with beige tubes going in about three sets deep, with room for a fourth spacing things out between them.

\tShe walked along to the fourth set of tubes and walked down to the middle rack on the right-hand side, pushing her thumb to a small reader as the rack began to slowly rotate along. Each cylinder remained at the same orientation, give or take, as they rolled along until finally one stopped before her. 208. She pushed her paw to it and the thing slowly slid out and creaked its way open.

\tThere was probably a time when the small interior was more suitable. Tattered up faux leather with a bit of stuffing covered by melding tape. A food printer just big enough for a burger that creaked and screeched as it ran. A storage locker barely big enough to hold her own meager belongings and even then the latch had long since been shattered, probably by a thief or some disgruntled tenant.

\tIt was, however, home. At least for the time being.

\tShe yanked the big, puffy red and white striped hat off of her head and shoved it in to the storage compartment before flopping down into the pod and letting the lid shut over her. The thing slid back into place and racked her up and back into the things familiar spot.

\tWhen the shaking had stopped and the locking mechanism re-engaged fully Haley started to claw at the buttons to her vest and wriggle around in the small confines of the coffin, shivering and struggling to peel away the sweat and grease stained pseudo-polyester blend from her almost painfully scrawny body. She tossed the items off to the far end of the pod and then used a foot to kick open the locker as much as she could and jam them in, kicking rather violently as she caught sight of the “Tempura Stop” Logo that glittered on the back of her vest.

\tIt took a few kicks to get it all in. Several more to sate the rage of the young feline as she slammed her heel against the locker lid until it bled slightly. Not much, but enough to make her growl and humph as she shoved herself back a bit into place.

\t“Yay for the fucking weekend.” The dour girl muttered as she reached in to one of the small cubby trays littered around the pod and pulled out a handful of colorful metal rings. One going in her nose, a few more going into her right ear.

\tHaley brushed aside some of her unkempt bottle-black hair from her face and moved a shaky finger over to the comfort control readout. She adjusting the cushions up to the range she could stand, which was almost maxing the damn thing out, before rolling on her side and hitting the random button on the printer.

\tThe weekend. A ‘luxury’ granted by her employers after some revival meeting back a decade ago. New Avalon wasn’t exactly theocratic. Neither, technically, were their subsidiaries. In theory there was no compulsion or attempts at coercion to get people in doors and butts in pews.

\tIn practice though? The lynx was a big girl. She knew what the corp thugs at the top wanted. She knew what they wanted to do and that included getting the rabble ‘saved’ to appease the bigwigs. At least when it came to those unlucky few at the bottom.

\tHaley was ‘lucky’ enough that she didn’t have to put up with the enforced spirituality thankfully. Being from the company ‘home station’ it was technically optional to avoid any sort of coercion towards spirituality so that NA itself could look neutral in the eyes of other corps and free worlds. Lucky her, that meant one less ten-hour slog.

\tThe Lynx yawned and stretched herself out as she flipped onto her back and pulled a small tray of rather cheap printed apple slices from the printer. She looked up at the emitter display, little more than a projected flatvid really, and let it link to her uncharacteristically high-end jack. A relic from a former lifetime that the nineteen year old was less than eager to fixate on.

\tA few custom programs slipped in to the native network as they always did. Puritanical content filters and tracking programs slipped though with no real effort, tunneling her way past the ‘family friendly’ default service and opening up her up to free full network access at speeds far more reasonable than what she got out in the stations ‘public’ routes.

\tOn most days this would be a simple time. Poke around, play a few games, wait to finally pass out from exhaustion until the cycle repeated itself. Not today though. A single tab shot open and flat site popped from it which brought a small grin to her lips. ‘Rape Puppets’. The trashy little site, set up with black and red in a positively archaic and slapdash format that was probably older than she was. The home page alone had pictures of men and women in different stages of arousal or terror or the like all running from a central display which silently played out a tutorial.

\tHaley didn’t need that though. She knew what the little node was for, she knew what they wanted, and now after a year of hard work she’d finally saved up enough.

\tHitting a small spot at the corner of the display brought up a small login window. Haley sent the data and was instantly brought to a payment prompt. She’d seen this so many times before going on to the preview content. But not today. Not now.

\tFive Hundred Crowns. It was basically all she had. Only enough left for food and rent thanks to her prepay for the coffin and a food sub. Even then that was assuming the free work meals and printer rations would sustain her. It didn’t matter. None of this mattered. She knew what she wanted.

\tThe transaction went though with far less fanfare than she’d anticipated considering just how much she had sunk in. it didn’t matter tough. None of this mattered. Haley shut her eyes and licked her lips as a hand slipped slowly under the thin elastic band of her simple black boxer-brief panties. A claw tip touching her clit ring gently as she reached a hand up to start checking off boxes. She knew what she wanted, and she was ready to get started.

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\tIt was impossible to tell how long she had been in there. A day? A month? Everything had been at once too much, and not enough. The long vacant periods of empty black void would overtake her. Long lingering periods of nothing but forced, controlled breathing with the occasional feeding of simple tasteless paste to sustain her.

\tThen it would start. Sometimes it was noises. Whispers and filthy words in voices that rose and fell. Sometimes it was simple vid files. Some scene with a pair of haughty porn actors or actresses wearing bits of leather as they licked and flogged and writhed against each other in some mansion living room somewhere. Each time this was accompanied by a sudden starting shiver of the shafts in her as they were set to vibrate almost painfully hard in her. Shaking in time to the action she was forced to watch as Ari kicked and bucked trying to satisfy her growing need.

\tShe was stuck in such a needy period now. Her body ached. Nothing to see or hear once more. Her mind awash on a sea of dark silence as she struggled to fidget and hump her hips for some kind of basic physical stimulation.

\tShe was nothing right now. The chipper, eager, brilliant little network developer. The golden girl who came up out of the corp schools to help get the station on track. Her intellect, her well honed interpersonal skills, everything she prided herself on had been stripped away. She was simply meat. A toy. A doll. Some thing on display where people at some work stations somewhere would find ways to play and toy with her.

\tWithout warning or ceremony the scene blinked on yet again. A simple display of a grey backdrop as a velvety black furred paw stroked at a thick pink canid shaft. Heavy breathing hit her ears as the image played out. The figure, no face shown, thrusting and grunting and shivering even as the shaft in her mouth started to change, taking on a slightly more canid shape as parts swelled and tapered.

\t“Y-yeah. Yeah bitch… Fuck you. Gonna... gonna fuck your fucking throat” the voice growled in a husky hush. Once again high vibration hit her sensation starved body as the voice crept in with a sharp low quality growl. Hips thrusting before her face as the inescapable sight of the shaft left her unable to do more but see and feel the approximation of it in her mouth. To hear that figure phantom-hump her. “Yeah bitch. Take it. Take it in your mouth. Take my spunk you little fucking bitch” The voice growled the words like a mantra. Panting and clearly slobbering a bit as thick gouts of that slightly acrid synthetic spunk started to flood the back of her throat.

\tAri choked it down naturally. Gagging and choking hard even as the nose tubes ensured she could breath the whole time. The vibrators kept chugging at maximum as they quickly hammered every needy sensitive spot the little captive had.

\t“Fuck you, you little bitch.” the voice finally groaned as the shaft spurted in her direction.

\tAri flinched naturally. She coughed and tried to shake her head as best she could with the restrictions keeping her in place. Her own body twisted and convulsed as a hard, shallow orgasm slowly wrang its way out of her body. The burning need of her trapped loins pushed just barely past the red line as the toys within her rotated at a blaring and almost numbingly fast pace.

\tA middle finger rose where the shaft had been. The screen cut off soon afterwards and with it went the vibrations and the flow of fake spunk. Ari hung there for a while in a pool of frail afterglow. Her body quickly losing every shred of tension as the sensation of raw numbness bordering pleasure drifted in and out of her slowly.

\tAnother short one. Most of them were so far. Nothing more than a few minutes of being played with, toyed with, before being put back down on the shelf. Her already addled mind latched on to the image a bit. Tongue licking the now rather plain shaft that had just spurted so heavily down her throat as she tried to wriggle and wiggle her tail. She found herself wondering if this was part of the whole experience. It would make sense after all. The whole thing was all together short. Often similar. Each one left her feeling objectified, to be sure. They left her feeling so helpless and used. Exposed and trapped all at once.

\tIt really was wonderful. So much of what she had imagined hitting her all at once. A wonderful, blissful frustration. If only it wasn’t always so short.

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\tEverybody tries something to wring a few extra credits. That’s something Haley had learned even in her youth. If they can get a few crowns more, they will. A special feature here, a pay wall there. Another ping off of your account because the one packet of dipping sauce which comes with the tempura green beans isn’t quite big enough to last though anything but a small.

\tIn the case of her new little service, it seemed that pay wall was searching.

\tOh they seemed to have things mostly set up. A nice virtual display with a semi-fat projection let her sift and sort though each pod in what was probably a holo recording of the room where they all sat. Each one had the number projected clearly above it meaning that there was a way to differentiate the pods and they even had a built in ‘favorites’ tab to save those who you liked.

\tThat was important, too. Considering that there was no way to check on data for an occupant until you’d selected the pod itself.

\tHaley leaned back into her comfortable little pod and let out a sigh as she tried to brute force this little problem. Her lanky body once again returned to the semi-natural state of bra and panty-briefs. The scrawny and somewhat unkempt fur shifting as she grabbed a small can of pop from the printer and twisted her way around enough to get a quick sip.

\tThe readouts were all laid out in basically the same way. Click a box and the view shifted to a projection of the fur inside. Men and women both All sorts of looks and age ranges, each wrapped up in some bright latex outfit with some kind of flare and filigree to it. Yet all still had the same nose tubes or some kind of gas mask setup and all naturally had their eyes covered and ears filled.

\tEven just from visuals most of what she saw was unimpressive. There were a lot of men. More than women, or at least it seemed that way to her. That was already a black mark in her book. Most of them were older. Graying fur and a few even going bald. But even those that weren’t simply didn’t do anything for her visually. After all she was paying money, it should be pleasing.

\tShe did stop her scrolling for the women who popped up. Though again many of them were ‘old’ in her esteem. The nineteen year old really didn’t have any interest with anyone old enough to be her mom to begin with. Worse still most of them seemed to have such matronly bodies. The big hips and tits which almost had to be the result of an enhancement shot.

\tHaley paused for a moment one particularly ‘conventional’ sheep woman and sighed. The people here all had to be at best Class 3 citizens. More likely class 4. Considering how much she had to pay in order to access this little cavalcade of torture toys there was no way in hell they were pulling down much. Hell she was Class 3 herself. Yet here they were all lined up. People desperate enough to be torture toys for anyone who so chose. Helpless and available to anyone with the creds for months at a time. Based on the data they didn’t even get to leave the pod until their contract was up.

\tWhich raised the question of how so many of these women, and how many women in general, seemed to have the creds for enhancements when she could barely get past basic survival on a good month.

\t“Fuck, Haley. Stop blowing it.” The girl finally sighed to herself as she kicked the corner of her pod in frustration. That was always her problem. Even as a kid. Always over thinking. Never acting when she should.

\tWell no more. Haley stretched out as much as the pod would allow, which was still a surprising amount thanks in part to the actual stature of the lithe feline She popped her neck, shifted herself up as close as she could to sitting. She set her eyes on the display once more, cast her eyes back at the list of fetishes. Scanned it quickly to find something fun she could actually work with.

\tThen she stopped and smacked her forehead.

\t“A search bar Really. They had a damn search bar.”

\tShe wasn’t even mad at herself. Not really. She felt too damn stupid to get mad. Haley sighed and slumped into her seat as she hit the tab and started to work her way through the yes and no fetish list. She picked gender and max age, but left species open. She looked down the list and grinned wickedly as she started to pick off every twisted little thing she’d wanted to do but didn’t.

\tThe gender alone blanked out about half of the pods, and by the time she’d gotten past something as simple as breath play only a handful of the once cornucopic options remained. It should have probably pissed her off considering how much she’d paid to have free access to a toybox full of torture dolls. But it didn’t. Haley wriggled in excitement as she covered her eyes and Jabbed at one of the pods. The number coming up in the display; 114328.

\tHaley shivered with delight. The girl was slight, though not overly so. A dark haired otter wrapped up in thick, tight blue rubber that hugged her wonderfully natural body like a second skin. Granted that wasn’t too much different than the others she had come across before. But then they were all older men or women that looked like they were trying to copy the celebrities and old money of the corp. Dolled up in some fancy facsimile of the elite who kept the rest of them down.

\tThat wasn’t something Haley wanted. Not something she could picture liking. Not enough to hurt at least.

\tThe otter was asleep. That was Haleys best guess anyways. True they were all usually still for the most part. Trapped and helpless in whatever way they’d been bound before they got locked up in these wonderful metal boxes. However the ones who were awake, well, they tended to squirm quite a bit more.

\tHaley knew how to fix that though. She looked at the control console. Everything nice and lit up. Every option she could have wanted was there at her disposal finally allowing her to play with them.

\tShe took a moment to tune the voice synth. Something nice and commanding, something strong with just a hint of subliminal reverb to unnerve the listener. Then she moved her fingers to a pair of readouts Slowly, carefully she slid the two sliders up to about the second of ten notches. The readout indicating the slow and weak vibration of the toys lodged in the cute girl.

\t“Wake up, little cutie.” Haley almost choked on those words as she said them. Nervous excitement filling her chest and catching in her throat.

\tThe figure, the doll, twisted and fidgeted oh so softly.

\t“I said wake up Cuntstain.” The eager feline all but squealed as she hit a pair of buttons. Sharp, firm electric shocks shooting though the bound otter and jolting her awake. The bio-readouts ran wild as the helpless thing thrashed and squirmed making impotent little whines and moans and yelps into the thick gag in her mouth.

\t“Better.” Haley cooed. “Here I spend all this time looking for something fun to play with and the dumb little dolly is asleep on me. For shame. Who said a toy like you gets to sleep?” The vibrators were slowly ramped up to the third notch as the otter girl settled. Nice soft arousal helping wick away the pain. It was even something Haley could keep track of on a convenient little readout.

\tThe otter took quite a while to settle. It also took Haley an embarrassingly long time to realize that the excited little thing was probably still wriggling due to the vibrators rather than pain. Though to be sure, she delivered another quick shock to the nipples.

\tSuddenly all of the worry and frustration from the first few hours of the morning melted away, replaced by a less familiar little mélange of emotions. She turned up the vibration another set of notches and laid back gazing in to the projector. “Just get nice and settled in, little cuntrag. Not that you have a choice.” She moaned gently as her fingers dipped a bit under the band of her panties. “I bet that shock fucking hurt didn’t it? Maybe made you reconsider just what a bad idea it was letting that one slide?” She giggled a bit and moaned. Hips arching as her fingers dipped between her legs. She had to be a bit quiet naturally. Soundproofing on these little apartments were shit. But then, Haley didn’t care too much.

\tShe let the vibrations and the sound of her fingers tracing slowly into her own dampness fill the ears of the doll. Watched her wriggle helplessly against the immovable sealed material that kept her trapped in place. “Do you like that little bitch? Like hearing another girl stroking herself off?” She moaned as her paw went to the control display again. She linked the girls visual display to one of her folders, one of supposedly straight girls being ‘forced’ to lick cunt.

\tIn a moment it was playing though before the otter girls eyes, with no way to escape it.

\t“It doesn’t really matter though now does it, water rat?” Haley moaned “Though I kinda hope you’re a little straight girl. Because we’re gonna spend such a long, long time together. Just you and me. Letting you see just where nasty little toys like you belong.”

\tHaley moaned to herself as she watched the cute girl squirming. The payoff was so worth it. She’d slowly ramp the vibrators up to four or five as the images played. Letting the sound of her own masturbation serve as the audio backdrop. Along with a few choice insults naturally. ‘Ass kissing vermin’, ‘Dyke dollie’, ‘Pain toy’. Haley stretching the limits of her own admittedly limited vocabulary as she slowly coaxed the otter to near orgasm before dialing things back and speeding up her own furious fingering. Loud and clunky and awkward, but enough to send the point home into that dazed and helpless head.

\tEvery once in a while the otter would get a fresh shock somewhere new. The intensity always varied and without anything to really prepare her for it. What little audio the feed provided filling Haley’s pod with sobs and moans as she wriggled happily almost in time with her wonderful little victim.

\tShe took a moment to look at the ‘favorites’ tab and hit save. Haley had the feeling she was going to be coming back to this one quiet a bit.

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\tThe taste of that cum, or whatever it really was, sat stale in Aris mouth as she slowly let her breathing return to normal. Time had long since lost all meaning and her thoughts by now were so foreign to what they had been in the ‘real’ world. That much had yet to dull on her normally overactive little mind.

\tIn spite of it though, she felt rather odd. It was getting a bit harder by now to grow excited as the sessions started to blur. Not that it was fair to think so. She shouldn’t think so. She knew she shouldn’t. Yet for how wonderful it really felt to be so trapped and helpless. For everything the Controllers did to her, so much of it was already starting to fall flat.

\tThat was, except for her.

\tHer ears twitched and twinged as familiar notes of feedback started to slip into her mind. Little audio patterns and quirks which already set her hips to wriggling and grinding in their helpless prison even before a word was spoken.

\tSoon the vibration started up, and with it a new video.

\tPanties. All manner of types and sizes. Simple cotton ones. Nice shiny silk ones. Athletic garments and intricate lingerie. Some worn by all manner of women, and even a few who were not. Others simply laying. In piles on the floor, discarded on the bed. Wet. Dry. Stained with sweat or cum or piss.

\tThe scenes transitioned slowly before her captive eyes as poor Ari shivered and squirmed oh so helplessly. Her body tingling with anticipation and raw lust. She watched a video of a girl, wearing a heavy collar and bound in straps, crawling over to needily shove her face into a basket of dirty cloths in a hamper.

\t“Slave dollys are addicted.” the voice said. Low and flat and monotone. Familiar, but without the passion she was used to. Seemingly quiet enough to let the odd thrumming background music play over it.

\t“It is hot to see this. You find it sexy. All those nasty, filthy panties. The dirty discarded remains of those who are better than you. You find it arousing.” the voice stated this fact again as the vibration started to grow.

\tAri was already tired. Her mind had been dulled by a mix of disappointing abuse. Twenty minutes of full body shocks spaced out only enough to make the experience numbing. Half a dozen hardcore porn videos played along with the taste of fake cum. Vibrators forcing orgasm after orgasm like jackhammers.

\tThis was all so small in comparison. Yet it was so easy to just slip in and let the voice guide her. Play with her, like a real object. Like the trash she was.

\tShe just let her mind go limp as she watched what she was given and let the wonderful little insults burn in her fuzzy ears. She watched a girl slowly licking another woman, her better, to orgasm though a pair of panties. Watched an athlete working oh so hard as the camera kept focus on her crotch. The simple projection panning around her slowly making sure to focus on those strong thighs and that perfect ass.

\tEvery once in a while, especially when she saw signs of sweat or arousal, the vibration would grow up higher. Not maxing out to numbness. Simply ramping up long enough to keep her groaning and on edge.

\tBefore long she found herself trying hard to sniff though the tubes. Her mind trying to capture the overwhelming sensation that must be there. Be it sweet, or foul.

\t“Sniff, girl.” The recording commanded as it got a good up skirt shot of some prep school girl. One that could have been from her own former alma matter if only the tartan was different. Ari tried to sniff, and felt no air come.

\tThe vibrations came. In fact they ramped up. They, along with the insults, hammered into her head. Even without the ability to wriggle and hump herself frantically on the shivering shafts Ari soon felt her head swim from her strain and the lack of air. She tried to obey, tried to sniff. Her body heaving and almost convulsing at the helpless attempts to fill her lungs. Not with air, but with the scents of the dirty garments she was shown.

\tThe air returned and the vibration lowered. Ari shivered and nearly sobbed as she bit down on her gag and groaned feeling her body convulse ever so slightly.

\tThen it came once more. “Sniff, girl” this time the sight of a hamper once more. Ari doing as she was told. Her own normally over-rational mind gladly slipping back into subservience of the orders, of the wonderful little commands pushed upon her by that near monotone voice.

\t“Good. Good little Water Rat. Dollies Obey. Dollies never have a choice. Good little loser preygril”

\tOnce again Ari kept going. She kept sniffing and wriggling as the vibration pushed itself slowly towards the well worn limit. The lack of air making her head swim and the overwhelming stimulation

\t“Good girl. Don’t you dare fucking resist. You do what I say. You think what I say. You’re not a person you little loser. You’re a god damn sex toy. Show me you’re nothing. Prove you know your place.”

\tAri was rabid to comply. Her nose sniffing so hard at the air hose as she sobbed into her mask. Desperate, needy, eager to please. The vibrations now dancing though her like fire. Building up to a crescendo as her trapped body riled and thrashed in its bonds. The frustration, the utter hopeless rage as she sniffed and sought for the scents that were not there… as she failed to obey. Each frantic moment making her dizzy and needy and desperate as every thought left her save for pleasing that voice.

\tThe more the voice egged her on, the more she tried. Ari shivered and struggled in desperation .Her body arching and lurching as she sobbed and squealed almost screaming into the gag while the lack of air made her head spin and swim. While the heavy vibrations caused her to twitch and squirm pushing her body hard over the brink of orgasm.

\tFinally, she slumped. Sobbing and shivering. Her body sleeplessly twitching as the voice praised her foggy drifting mind for the proper obedience of an inferior.

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\t“Yeah. You like that, don’t you little dolly.” the Lynx muttered as she leaned up against the counter and sighed. It was a bit annoying. She’d gotten used to the goggles back in her pod. The old tools of a past life now used to help her non-enhanced eyes get a better view of her favorite, only pastime. It wasn’t really supposed to be a big deal though. After all it wasn’t like she could enjoy her little dolly at work. Not without paying for a dedicated full pass into the public network and going though at least half a dozen ‘morality’ filters. All of which cost cash.

\tThat was until she found the node point stashed under the counter.

\tHaley looked off into the distance with a glazed little grin. Her tail swaying side to side as she used her own wetware to get what she could. It wasn’t much. She couldn’t really afford to stream clips or voice things into the poor sluts ears without getting caught. But a small bit of interaction. A few little jabs at the shock function. That was another story.

\t“Excuse me” A shrill voice rang though Haleys haze. She looked up, quirking her brow a bit as a large hippo woman looked down hips cocked to the side. “I said I’d like to order.”

\t“Oh, uh… right. Sorry I guess I didn’t hear you. Welcome to Tempura Stop. Can I take your order?”

\t“You can now girl. Making me wait all this time. You know some of us don’t have time to waste standing behind a counter.”

\tHaley set her teeth and sighed, reaching down to grip the counter. “Can I take your order, ma’am?” she asked again with barely held contempt.

\t“Yes you can.” the woman growled. “I want a large cup of the shrimp. Side of rice and a cup of the Banana chips” she said insistently. “And maybe try doing it without spouting off to your boyfriend.”

\t“Girlfriend” Haley muttered under her breath without even really realizing it. She walked up to the printer and put in the order even as she flicked on the basket of fry medium. A single serving of dry, stable-battered shrimp soon appeared on a small tray under the printing nozzle and Haley dumped them in following by hitting the button for the bananas.

\t“What did you say?” The hippo grumbled a bit”

\t“Nothing.” The lynx sighed.

\t“No. No you don’t you little low wage bitch. If you’re going to mouth off to me then you’re gonna say it to my face.”

\tHaley growled a bit. She turned away from the fryer to look the woman square in the eye. Tilting up the brim of her big floppy striped hat as she did so. “I didn’t, Lady.” she snapped “I said Girlfriend, and… and it’s not even really that” she snapped “Besides it’s not like you really waited that long is it? Or do you just expect me to stand here behind the counter all day doing nothing?”

\t“I expect you to do your damn job.” The woman bellowed “And how dare you talk to a customer like that. It’s bad enough some impure little quim is the one making my food. But I won’t be talked down to by some lazy low class who can’t pull herself away from fawning on some street walking hussy long enough to earn what little keep she’s worth!”

\tHaley growled and hissed. The Tempura was already burning, and she didn’t care. The feline reaching over and tossing a half-full sleeve of empty food cups directly at the woman with a loud meow.

\tBy now half of the food court was looking on, and Haley stopped. The sensation of all those eyes dragging her back to reality as she started to tremble.

\tWorse, she felt a sharp jolt of static and saw the little trickled feed she’d managed shut down.

\t“Employee Flannery.” A cruel synthesized voice said, both into her head and though the shop speaker system. “This is your third and final warning for disorderly conduct. Tempura Stop policy A: 57 Section 3 is now in effect. One month suspension without pay effective immediately.”

\tHaley winced and curled her toes as she heard this. Looking up at the rather smug woman who gazed down at her. Haley winced and gripped her hat off of her head letting the waves of bottle-black hair fall down into their normal pixie cut. She sighed and slumped her shoulders. Taking off her apron to hang it up as she started the long, shameful walk home.

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\tIt was almost becoming comforting how the dreamlike haze broke around her mind. It was always something different. Sometimes the semi-soft shocks of the suit as it worked to electro stimulate her  muscles or a face full of the thick tasteless mush which fed her pumped into the tube and down her throat. On occasion she might even wake up to some hard vibration in one of her holes or the sight of some random porn video. A controller deciding to take pity on her perhaps and offer up a meager moments of stimulation.

\tThen… there were those other times.

\t“Stupid little water rat.”

\tThe words hit her as the poor woman groaned blissfully into her gag. That synthesized voice, the odd little thrumming patterns under it, that name. It was getting to the point where Ari could pick out a few controllers simply by how they acted at this point She didn’t have names for them. They were, after all, her betters. Her superiors. Every one of them a God or Goddess worthy doing such wonderfully horrible things to her shivering helpless body.

\tSome were more worthy than others, though. Not all betters were equal. A fact that her own wonderfully trapped little mind was reminded of each time that perfectly synthesized voice hit. A slow, fading reverb that seemed to stick in her head with each word, each syllable.

\tThe images started soon after. Each time it was something a bit different. Each one shifting. It was ‘her’ style, and this time it really made Ari blush.

\tShe watched a girl. Some gawky young fox girl, kneeling in a well practiced stance. The kind many slaves used to display. Her chest heaving as she leaned in and began to slowly lick along the smooth ceramic material of a urinal.

\tAri blushed hard and moaned. It was nasty. Almost horrific. Yet so wonderfully shameful. The girls she saw, all of them far sexier than the little otter doll, each one after the other. Licking toilet rims. Licking along the sides of urinals. She watched one girl with her head being pushed into a urinal cup as a woman stood over her. A thick, hot yellow stream starting to cascade over hair and fur as the dominant woman gripped her bitch hard by the throat.

\tThe otter could feel her cheeks darken considerably. She tried to lick her muzzle, and yelped in surprise as the gag started to retract a bit. Though a moment later she knew why.

\tShe gagged hard. The thick acrid taste washing into her accompanied by a wicked, haughty laugh. Ari gagged and choked a bit as the stuff flowed into her mouth. Not in her throat or stomach as was so often the case. This piss, and it clearly was piss, rolled around in her mouth as it pushed though the tube causing her to choke and sob as she bucked her hips.

\t“Ohhh my. Enjoying yourself bitch?” That oh too familiar voice cooed “I thought my dolly might be getting a little arrogant and it was time I put her in her place. After all there’s no use in a toy who thinks she’s special is there? Keep that up and she might start acting like a person.”

\tAri blushed as she swallowed a bit. Not much. Her rump getting a hard shock as she did so.

\t“No. Keep it in your mouth. I can see that little tongue though the tube. Just let it settle in. let that taste soak into your brain, water rat. Like you were swimming in the nasty stuff.”

\tAri sobbed and tried to shake her head. Yet she obeyed. She had to. Her tongue settling and swimming in the hot amber fluid as the vibration between her legs slowly grew. All the while watching other girls like her slowly and worshipfully licking the droplets of piss off of bathroom surfaces with a mix of revulsion and delight.

\t“Unfortunately you’re not good enough for real piss. No. Not like mine” the voice cooed as the rear plug started to vibrate far harder “You don’t deserve something that wonderful. You’re only barely worthy of your own. But it is kind of cute watching you gulp and savor your own nasty fluids isn’t it?” The voice cooed “At least it is for me. Who the fuck cares if a dolly is happy.”

\tAri moaned in spite of herself. She shouldn’t. That wonderful goddess controller shouldn’t care. Why would she? The otter tried to show off her mouthful of piss even though the gag. Tried desperately to move in some way. She wanted to, longed to show the controller just how low she would stoop. Yearned to beg for worse. She deserved worse.

\tAs her reward, Ari felt the vibrations die down to a teasing near-nothing… as the controller started to masturbate once more. The beautiful phantom figure would cum. Ari would be left wanting… probably until the next controller took over and tormented her. If it could be called that.

\tShe would gladly give that possible orgasm up though. Give them all up… if it meant staying with this one.

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\t“Like that don’t you?” Haley murred “Nice and long, sore, sweaty. I bet a little loser bitch like you would love em now wouldn’t you?” The lynx moaned softly and rolled herself over onto her stomach as she waved her feet over each other. She wrang them softly and slowly, letting the tufted tip of her tail caress along the sides.

\tIt was amazing what you explore when looking for new ways to torment and torture someone. Over the past month Haley had dropped from watching the projector to using her old HUD goggles full time. The bright green lenses and old copper and leather body was about as high quality as printed items got. Another relic of a past life, but one she was finding useful in her new escapades. She looked though them to watch a clean and crisp projection of the bound little otter. Watching that head move and sway oh so pleasingly. Still pondering how feet of all things were making her excited. Or maybe it was simply Haley herself.

\tHaley curled her toes oh so slowly. One at a time. Carefully, gently making sure that her dolly was unable to focus on anything else. She’d been careful, as always, not to let her face be shown. At first it was simply a matter of keeping some possible Class 4 from getting a positive ID and possibly blackmailing her some day. Now though. Well that was still part of it. She thought. Maybe.

\tNot that Haley cared. She slowly toyed and teased with the vibration speeds. Watching the arousal levels of her little doll as she made them rise and fall with well practiced precision. Slowly edging her up towards orgasm only to stunt it with a nice hard shock right between the legs and sudden drop in vibration. Each time making it clear that Haley was the one who made the decisions.

\t“You want to sniff them so bad, don’t you water rat? Yeah a girl like you probably has the worst loser-fetishes doesn’t she? The kind too lame to have any real fun with out in the open.” Haley grinned proudly as she reached her finger out and watched the fun though her HUD goggles. She watched the otter wriggle, watched her shiver. Slowly that clawed finger worked its way up a bit on the anal vibration Hovering it up and down around its lowest settings as she watched the otters head bob and sway as much as the immobilization would allow in her little box prison.

\tShe waited patiently, feeling out just the right moment, then hit the breath play button. A small cool down timer slowly rotating as the otters air was cut off long enough to cause maximum arousal with minimal harm.

\t“Go on. Sniff. Sniff you little runt bitch. You want to smell me don’t you? More than you want to fucking breath you ugly little fuckrat cunt. Show me. Show me what you need. Who you worship.” Haley moaned loudly as she slipped her fingers down between her legs. Wriggling and writhing, and nearly flipping as the orientation locks suddenly disengaged. The rack began to rotate once more. Rolling itself out and around. Much to her shock it stopped with her at the bottom, and the unprepared feline felt a hard jolt as her pod was racked up and quickly opened.

\t“Flannery.” A gruff voice said as a disapproving figure stood over her.

\t“Maurice, what the fuck?” Haley gasped as she tried to cover herself. A hard jolt of latency static hit her and she winced, grabbing her jack in shock.

\t“Pack your stuff. You’re out.”

\t“The hell? What are you talking about? Can’t you see I’m doing something here? What do you mean I’m out I’m paid up for the year.”

\t“No you ain’t.” The sea lion standing over her said as he growled a bit “Sorry little lady but you broke contract. Everyone else on the rack is complaining about how fucking loud you’re getting. Plus I know what you’ve been doing to my blocks. You signed the damn lease. You know what’s expected of you. Out.”

\t“God fucking… you can’t be serious.” Haley hissed as she sat up and reached for the storage locker, fiddling and fishing for her top “So what I go looking at porn and suddenly it’s an eviction? You really think the other people here aren’t doing the same shit?”

\t“I don’t care what they’re doing. They’re quiet. Better yet they pay me before going though the filter. You should feel grateful I’m just taking the rest of your rent to cover my costs instead of calling out the constable on your dirty little ass.”

\tHaley winced as she bit her lip and started to shiver in panic and rage. She pulled out her backpack and started to shove things into the worn out fake leather bag, eyes narrowing just a bit. “You mind old man?” She asked as she jammed her things into the bag quickly. Rooting around and digging for anything she might leave, anything that was hers. There was no way she was going to give this asshole the satisfaction of nabbing any of her stuff.

\tThen again that wasn’t really what occupied her thoughts. Soon Haley had everything dug out of the cubbies and crannies of the pod down to her grease-smelling uniform. She hopped out, spat on the floor and looked up at the man with a dour squint. “Yeah well I was thinking about moving anyways.” She growled. A lie, they both knew it. But in her rage she didn’t care.

\t“Move wherever you want, you sick little perv” the man yelled “Just know I’m putting your name up along with it. Good luck finding a stable connection to play with out on the streets!” he spat

\tHaley watched him digging though the pod and let out a sigh. This was bad. Far worse than she had imagined. Her food sub was tied to that pod, and he was right. There was no way in hell the filters on the public network would let her get back to her gi- get back to her fun

\tShe needed to find a new place, and needed to do it fast.

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\tAnother session of steady, numbing orgasms. Another clip of another superior, showing off his clinic-sculpted body slowly and carefully as she was forced to orgasm to it. Another thankful fade into darkness.

\tAri sobbed softly. She was tired. Such a tired Dolly at this point. Such a tired little torture toy. Her mind, her heart, was racing. How long had it been? It felt like an eternity. She knew she wanted to serve. She knew it would be good to serve. Yet every time one of them came on… each time it wasn’t ‘her’. She knew it wasn’t her. She was aware it wasn’t her. Each time Ari felt her heart break just a little bit more.

\tAt this point she was questioning if ‘she’ was even real. That girl who had so utterly twisted her mind, her body, her heart. The muscle stimulation started up again. The dull shocks now a mocking tease of what she needed. Failing to compare to what she thought she recalled.

\tBlackness. Silence. The vibration gone. Just enough pain to leave her exhausted body longing.

\tIt was all supposed to be perfect. It was her dream. At least she thought it was her dream. It was getting so hard to remember what she thought or felt. Who she was, what she was. It was all so distant as she faded into the darkness.

\tThe problem was, that’s what she wanted. Nothing more than a simple toy to be used. Willess. Hopeless. Even as she struggled to ensure she remembered her name Ari knew that was why she remained here. Now. Trapped. A little dolly for her betters.

\tSo then why wasn’t she happy?

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\t“I swore to Woz I’d never do this again.” Haley sighed as she glanced from side to side carefully. Her hand was shaking. Maybe from malnourishment. Maybe from the lack of sleep. But if she had to guess, the lynx would probably lay the blame on her ever growing anxiety.

\tShe pushed up against the bare metal wall as a small hand-made pry bar slipped into her paw from one pocket of her cargo pants. The only kind of pants one really needs when stuck out on the streets like this. Those sharp green eyes darted back and forth a moment. She didn’t check hard, though frankly it was doubtful anyone would care this far down in the slums. A hard metallic thunk, then a pang, and the vent grating gave way. Rusted stem bolts shattering under the simple force as the top of the vent yawned open enough for her to slip in and quickly pull the thing back up against the wall.

\tA simple bit of string held the thing shut-looking and allowed her to crawl a bit further into the makeshift shelter. Far enough in to reach a small box sticking out of the vent proper.

\tUsing the pry bar, Haley knocked this open as well and quickly dug in her busted up leather backpack until finally producing a hard plastic tool kit. She withdrew a small cable from the kit and placed a simple box fused to carefully against the crystalline web of streaking lights and data pathways. The box began to light up as it temporarily integrated itself with the other components. It wasn’t much, and it wasn’t secure. But then Haley didn’t give a fuck.

\tShe slapped the other end of the cable against the cascading lightshow of her data jack. The small plate held fast around the semi-dome and almost seemed to hum with the sudden flow of data back and forth between it and the node.

\tHaley shut her eyes and started to run though her old routine at a frantic speed.

\tShe located the node, same as it ever was. Opened it, logged in. Her hands waved though the air as she tried to guide the purely mental image of her actions though her own wetware. She never was very good at such things but the idea of taking the time out and digging her goggles free from her bag just didn’t sit right with her.

\tInstead Haley, in her frantic state, simply started to sift though the numbers for the boxes one by one. She flipped though preview displays of box after box, showing one rubber suited person after the other. One hand reached up to open a tab to que up her search preferences as she started to tag them off again. The other opened her favorites list. There was just one number on it naturally… and it was grayed out.

\tThat got her already frantic heart racing. Did she get blocked for being gone so long? Could they even do that? Did she get hurt? Quit? Did she die?

\tThe frantic feline shivered and twitched her ears as she hit the search criteria again. As it had the first time the search narrowed things down to almost nothing. But it wasn’t good enough. Haley flicked from one doll, one toy, one… person… to the next. Each time a different shape. Each time not ‘her’.

\tShe could feel her heart kicking up. The flood of terror slowly seeping into her head as she reached the end of the list and instantly started it up again. Every second filling her mind with a flood of new thoughts and fears as to what could have happened. The inevitability of rejection. Or… something worse.

\tIt felt like her heart was about to explode right as the display mercifully shifted. The number in the tab lit up and Haley nearly smashed her index finger into the cold metal vent as she Jammed it.

\tThere she was. The otter girl. ‘her’ girl. Yes it sounded creepy. Yes it was irrational as fuck. But that little number. The familiar display of the trapped figure resting in that big case. She saw it once more and everything was once again right with the world.

\tHaley shut her eyes tight and slumped back. She knew what she was doing. Knew what she had to do. It had been on her mind since that first day access got cut off. The preferences tab closed as she mentally willed open one of her saved files instead. A simple one, an image… the best she could really do given her own meager skills in such things.

\tAs she fiddled for it her minds eye went back to the other tab. A little red exclamation mark sat next to the number. She opened it.

\tSubject:

\tStatus: nominal

\tTime in Session remaining: 3 days

\tHaley winced a bit at that. Three days. After two weeks of searching and struggling. After getting kicked out of every public node and rejected by every coffin apartment singer. After sinking back down so low and going to these lengths like some pathetic junkie. It had almost been for nothing.

\tAlmost.

\tHaley pushed a bit of the bottle-black hair from her face and ran her forearm over her eyes to rub a few tears free. She loaded up the image to the cue and took a deep breath. Any doubt she had about this. Any idea in her mind that this was wrong, that this would only hurt her. That three day mar had washed it away. Her voice was not her own as it left her mouth. Calm, happy, serene. Oh the unspent sobs and days of panic were there. She could still hear every fogy crack. But at this point she didn’t care.

\tThere were no shocks this time. No piss drinking, no long drawn out sessions of teasing and denial. The only thing forced before the captives otters eyes was a simple set of text. An address.

\t“114328. Are you listening? We need to have a talk.”

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\tIt all still felt wrong. Ari shivered and shook as she pushed down on the simple pair of flats she had worn in. it almost felt like another lifetime. Her body free to smell the air more sharply. Free of the constant unknowing assault of arousal and pain. Eyes finally adjusted fully to the light after long minutes of struggle and at least one treatment by a machine she frankly didn’t recognize.

\tShe walked along slowly down the hall, wearing the skin of her real life once more. Beside her the same grey-furred mouse woman who helped her in was careful to hold her arm as she was led down the hall towards the same office where she had checked in.

\t“Ahh. Ms. Benet.  So nice to see you up and around again.” The puma from before smiled at her as she was led in. He held up a paw in greeting which she nervously took and shook with her own trembling arm.

\t“I must say it looks like your treatment really agreed with you.” The man said with an eager grin.

\tAri nodded and blushed a bit ‘It did, Mr. Farms… wasn’t it?” she asked with a bit of a blush.

\t“Don’t worry” he chuckled “After what you just went though it’s only expected that you might be hazy on a few things. That is kind of the point after all.”

\t“Yeah it is.” Ari nodded softly as she barely squeaked out the words. Whatever they’d given her to drink upon existing the box had been quite a help… she thought. Really it all felt like something of a blur. It was still rather blurry.

\t“I can’ leave you two to finish things, I think.” The mouse woman chuckled “Don’t forget though Tony. Big day today. My parents are really quite eager to meet you.”

\t“Does that mean I can put on something a bit more masculine?” he asked to of the side of his mouth, the puma fidgeting with something under the band of his slacks.

\tThe mouse simply giggled and shook her head, bemused. “Make sure you take care of or poor first timer there properly, ‘Mister Farms’.” The mouse giggled

\t“Naturally, Miss Dixon-Farms.” The puma chuckled with an exaggerated sigh. He then turned to Ari and smiled nice and wide. “Sorry about that. It was a bit unprofessional.”

\t“No no, it’s fine.” Ari said with a sigh “I guess I’m just kind of tired. That’s all.” She did smile a bit in spite of herself. It was a rather remarkable change.

\t“Well we have a cab waiting, naturally. It’s been loaded with the equipment we used for your visit as well, and a small parting gift from us to you along with it. Just a bit of a memento for your trip. We have also refunded the security deposit to your account, and to inform you now we will be keeping all of your information on file for the next five years should you wish to experience our services again at a later date. This will naturally be deleted upon request and is held in the utmost confidentiality as befitting your class 2 citizenship status. So any time you may wish to visit us again I can assure you it will be a much smoother process.”

\t“Thank you.” Ari said, still a bit dazed as she held her head and shook it a bit, trembling softly.

\t“Don’t mention it. Though I between you and me, I am wondering, did you enjoy it your first time?” He said. The Puma, Tony, asking with a creeping note of concern. “I mean you were so enthused coming in here as I recall. I just wanted to make sure…”

\t“No. No I’m fine.” Ari sighed “I think… I think I just need to get home. Lay down a bit. I only scheduled a couple of days to prepare before it’s back to work. It was good. Really good, honest.” She said as a soft blush crossed her cheeks.

\t“Well I look forward to seeing you again” He nodded “Just remember to ask for Tony any time you do.”

\tAri nodded and smiled at him. She pushed herself up and authorized her checkout before limping slowly to the small ball-wheel cab resting by the shop entrance.

\tThe ride was long and slow. Ponderous and jerky as the simple craft sped along the glass-smooth street ways. Through tunnels and checkpoints. Down layer lifts lit only by the infinite starlight above and the long blending rows of caution lights as they dropped down from one layer of the station to the next and the next after.

\tJust like the inside of the box, time started to shift and lose its meaning. She watched the cab streak and glide though the more affluent streets of the innermost ring. Though small tunnels and throughways. Watched hazily as they passed by a smaller hub built around one of the many asteroid mining sites. Watching in tired awe as one of the massive rocks was slowly being dragged up though the airlock at the center of the little ‘town’. She watched as men in suits, looking no bigger than ants, crawled and bustled their way up the surface of the thing as they got it settled and ready to be sealed into place.

\tHour after hour the cab chugged on. Over rows of towers tied to the external QE network. Along one of the stations huge damnlike water reservoir where small homes sat on large flat metal outcroppings clearly rigged up long after the facility itself. For all the work on the station that Air had done in her young life, this was really her first time seeing it laid bare.

\tThe further she went, the harder it was for her to recognize. Her own eyes getting hazy as industrial gave way to residential, and back to industrial. Each time things looking just a bit worse, just a tiny bit more alien. After spending so long isolated as a simple puppet her brain was all too eager. Sucking in the new sights in spite of herself with an almost childlike sense of wonder. Yet it was hard to hold them in her mind as the cab sped and wound on its own. Eventually, inevitably, sleep took her. Searing the image of the outer ring looming up over her into the otters thoughts as she drifted off.

\tThe cab finally sounded an alarm to wake her. Ari jolted up and shivered hard. The control she felt of her limbs, her body, panicked her for just a moment as she flailed wildly and struggled to sit herself upright.

\tTrembling, shivering, Ari nodded her head and pulled open the cab door. The storage trunk opened behind her and she went around to get the large and freshly printed duffle bag sitting in the trunk. She pulled it free by its straps and held it before her as she walked to the corner of the street.

\tIt wasn’t her street. Too dirty, too old. All of the hab units large blocky monoliths spanning the whole of the outer ring along that gradual arcing curve. The simple printed bricks and smattered fruit trees of her well kept Sylvan Bailey neighborhood absent. What she found was grimy and unkempt Solid metal and busted street lights along walkways stained by grease and rust and other, worse things.

\tUndeterred, or at least as undeterred as she could be, Ari walked slowly to the corner of the street and leaned against a light pole. Her eyes scanning with slow confused resignation though the rotted squalor of the slums that had always been so distant to her.

\tThe scanning stopped, and she smiled. Her own soft sky blue orbs locking on to a figure. A lynx. Long and lanky, all but emaciated in her scrawnyness. She lay curled up against a building at the opposite corner. Cargo pants tattered and patched. A simple leather vest all that kept both her modesty and her warmth in this oddly chilly bit of the station. Her fur was matted and dirty. Caked in bits of grime, especially on her face. Tussed black hair with bits of rust red breaking though the cheap matt dye.

\tThe figure looked up, and Ari felt herself fall. Dropping deep into the abyss of those beautiful emerald eyes.

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