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strapped to the padded surface of some sort of robotic furniture
or mechanism, in total darkness, and in a subterranean chamber
an unknown number of stories beneath Lydia Aelios' luxurious,
ultramodern, hilltop mansion... time passed with glacial
slowness for Dr. Edwina Bliss. All she could do was wiggle
and squirm and fight her inescapable bonds... and think... and
she had a lot to think about.
An autonomous pair of medium-weight general purpose robots had
captured her (with ease and finesse) and transported her to her
current location. And once there, the multi-tools at the
ends of an array of robotic arms had stripped her naked and
secured her to her current... bed? And all of this
happened with a truly remarkable display of sophisticated
coordination and programming—a veritable robotic ballet of
graceful, economical movement and exquisitely synchronized
effort. If Edwina hadn't been so preoccupied with being a
damsel-in-robotic-distress, she would have been quite
impressed. Formidable engineering was at
play here, both in terms of hardware and software. At the
moment, however, Edwina was too wretched, frightened, and
agitated to focus on the technological details.
Flat on her back with her head slightly raised and her body
slanted a few degrees above the horizontal, every now and then
Edwina tested her bonds, the strong, tightly-woven nylon straps
or belts binding her wrists at her sides, her ankles about two
feet apart, and pinning her arms, legs, and torso to the
pads. They imprisoned her upper-arms, passed above and
below her knees, around her waist, and above and below her
breasts. The wrist and ankle bonds were wider than the
others, similar to automobile lap-belts, but regardless of their
width, all were tight enough to lightly dimple her flesh.
And yet, while unyielding, they weren't what she could call
punishing. She simply couldn't move... much.
As for her gag, a ball of medium density foam, probably silicon
rubber, filled her oral cavity to capacity. It was
tasteless (thank goodness) with no residual chemical
residue. She'd only seen a flash of the actual silencing
apparatus when the capture-bots applied it up in her suite, but
her impression was that of a form-fitting panel of shining steel
padded on its interior surface with black rubber, and with
narrower, similarly padded steel bands attached. The panel
pressed against her mouth and lower face, a strap passed under
her chin and a pair of straps hugged the sides of her face and
met at the nape of her neck. The rubber-padded steel bands
were rigid, unlike the pliable nylon straps binding the rest of
her body, and like the straps they were no-nonsense-tight
without being all that uncomfortable. The gag's presence
was unpleasant, but not an actual torment. It felt like a
custom fit, as if the gag had been manufactured to her exact
measurements. It was more evidence of technological
Edwina knew herself to be totally helpless, as well as isolated
from any potential rescue. And obviously, Lydia Aelios had
something (if not everything) to do with her
predicament. Who else could have programmed her autonomous
captors? And she was positive the robots had been completely
autonomous. No human or team of humans had been
"driving" the arms and manipulators that had so effortlessly
defeated her struggles and removed her clothing without causing
physical injury. The system's reaction time was far faster
than her own, and her attempts to evade capture would have been
too erratic and unpredictable for a human control loop to cope
with the multiple moving targets that were Edwina's flailing
limbs and twisting body.
Also, it was only logical that her capture had been triggered by
her discovery of Lydia's extraneous data-feeds and secret
servers—and now at least part of that clandestine activity was
explained. Lydia had gathered all the information required
to develop an ergonomically sophisticated expert system
specifically designed to capture human targets! But that
was insane! And yet... here she was. Edwina resolved
to stop speculating until she had more data. In the first
place, waiting was her only option; and in the second place, the
Scientific Method requires a steady diet of data, and she was in
no position to conduct research and analysis.
Anyway, Edwina might no longer be panic stricken, but that
didn't mean she was relaxed. All she could do was continue
to occasionally squirming for comfort... and hope for the
best... which was... Lydia giving her a stern tongue-lashing for
poking around in her files then sending her packing? All
she could do was wait. Sleep was out of the question.
Nonetheless... at some point... Edwina did, in fact, drift off
into a troubled sleep.
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Edwina opened her eyes. The overhead lights had begun to
glow and were slowly brightening! Also, the chamber door
had opened, admitting bright light from the corridor. She
surmised her slumber had been disturbed by the whisk of the
portal sliding into the wall... and speaking of sound... Click,
click, click, click... Edwina turned her gagged head
and found the figure of a fit, smartly dressed woman wearing
high-heeled pumps silhouetted in the corridor. Then, she
crossed the threshold and came fully into the light.
By this time the LEDs in the ceiling were glowing at full
brightness and Edwina's eyes had more-or-less adjusted, so (and
not to her great surprise), she recognized the newcomer as Dr.
Lydia Aelios. As usual, her boss was dressed for business
in a smart, expensive, custom made ensemble of heels, skirt,
blouse, and jacket, with her ΛÇ ID badge clipped to the jacket's
Smiling with greater warmth than at any time Edwina could
remember, Lydia gazed down at her prisoner—and Edwina was now 100%
convinced that she was Lydia's prisoner, that her
research associate was fully responsible for her robotic capture
and subsequent handling.
Edwina flinched when Lydia reached out and casually
rested her right hand atop her left naked breast... then gently
squeezed. "Mrrrm!" Edwina also squirmed
against her bonds in further protest.
"Do you know the attribute that I find most reprehensible in
an employee?" Lydia purred. "Disloyalty." The gentle
squeeze relaxed, but her hand remained in place, lightly cupping
Edwina panted through flaring nostrils, the nylon straps
dimpling her flesh tightening and loosening as her strap-framed
breasts rose and fell, taking Lydia's hand along for the ride.
"I'm very disappointed in you, Dr. Bliss," Lydia
continued. "I'm afraid our scientific collaboration will
have to be placed on hold... until your attitude
improves." She lifted her hand from Edwina's left breast
and placed it on her lower tummy, between the waist-strap and
Edwina's neatly trimmed pubic bush. "But don't
worry. I found a behavior modification program based on
CIA experiments that I've developed into a fully functional
expert system. It will be managing your, shall we say, rehabilitation.
It should only take a few months. We'll be working
together again in no time."
Her eyes locked with her gloating captor, Edwina continued
slowly squirming under the straps and tugging on her
wrist-restraints. Her heart was pounding in her chest.
"Actually," Lydia continued, "this is something of an
opportunity. I have several other newly developed
expert systems, all of which have never been tested on an actual
human specimen, and you'll do nicely as an experimental
subject. It will help me prepare for my primary target."
Edwina's worried brown eyes stared at her captor. Primary
target? What does that mean?
Lydia's smile turned coy. She could sense Edwina's
curiosity. "Don't concern yourself,'" she purred.
"As I said, you're a test subject, Dr. Bliss; and a test subject
doesn't have a need to know." She lifted her hand from
Edwina's quivering lower tummy, then gently stroked the side of
the prisoner's face. "I know that gag is tiresome," she
said, "but it think I'll let it remain in place for a while
longer. After all... you are being
punished. That said, a physical gag isn't the only method
for dealing with tiresome begging, irrelevant protests,
pointless screams, and any other vocalizations you might wish to
share while the tests and experiments play out. And the
solution I have in mind is more technology that needs
testing, so it's another win-win... from my point of view."
Edwina watched with trepidation as Lydia took a step back,
reached into her jacket pocket, produced a cell-phone or
mini-tablet, then began tapping and swiping its small
screen. She paused to smile at Edwina... then made a final
There was a very brief pause... then several things happened,
either simultaneously or in rapid succession:
And the object in question was unmistakably a collar of
shining steel! It had a semi-streamlined bulge on
the front with a glowing red LED that would be directly under a
hypothetical wearer's chin. Also, a QR code was affixed to
the front, directly under the red light.
- The piece of "furniture" cradling Edwina's naked, bound,
and gagged body rose under her head and lowered under her
feet, leaving her still on her back and in the same pose,
but inclined at about 45°. Her bonds remained
unchanged (and inescapable).
- Directly in front of her, four of the vertical panels
set in the chamber wall snicked open and four of the long,
elegant robot arms that had sliced off her clothing hours
earlier emerged and extended in her direction!
- The two outer arms firmly but gently seized the sides of
her gagged head and held it still.
- The two inner arms extended at a slower pace, giving
Edwina plenty of time to examine the object they held
between them in their robotic grips.
"MRRRFH!" Edwina complained as the collar delicately closed
around her neck with an audible click! Then, the
robot arms released Edwina's head, withdrew back into their
openings, and the doors snicked closed. She twisted and
shook her head, causing her long, tousled brown hair to shimmy
and shake. She complained again, "MRRR-uk!"—and instantly
her throat clinched, her eyes popped wide in
distress, and she froze in her bonds! The collar
had shocked her directly across her larynx! And
it had been quite painful!
"Excellent," Lydia purred, then returned her phone/mini-pad to
her jacket pocket. "From now on, unless you are told
otherwise, consider yourself mute. No annoying questions
or pitiful whining, just..." Her smile twisted into a wide
grin and her blue eyes took on a discernible twinkle. "...Blissful
Edwina was too focused on her horrific predicament to appreciate
an abysmal pun on her family name.
"Anyway," Lydia continued. "Your pretty new choker was
fabricated from a virtually indestructible steel alloy, and the
locking and control mechanisms are totally tamper-proof. I
know the fit is somewhat confining, but I'm confident
you'll get used to it in no time; just as you'll soon find
yourself out of the habits of superfluous conversation and
making irritating exclamations." She reached out and
gently grasped Edwina's chin, then slowly turned her prisoner's
head from side to side, smiling as she examined the
collar. "On full charge, the batteries provide
approximately 40 hours of continuous operation," she purred,
"and, of course, they will be automatically recharged nightly."
She released Edwina's chin and took a step back. "Now, I
have important work to do, so I'll leave you to enjoy your
in-processing and settle into your new routine. And don't
worry. If anything goes wrong, all of this is being
archived, which means I'll be able to correct any bugs revealed
in the code." She then turned and strolled towards the
chamber door, her heels once again sounding a staccato tap on
the concrete floor. "I believe at this point there's a one
hour administrative hold programmed into your schedule, and
after that... once again things will get interesting."
Lydia crossed the threshold and the door snicked closed behind
And then, Edwina's "lounger" slowly lowered to its former
just-above-the-horizontal position. The constellation of
LED mini-lights continued shining overhead, so the only change
from before Edwina had been wakened was the shiny new collar now
clamped around her neck. Edwina could feel it against her
throat whenever she swallowed, but actually it was no more
uncomfortable than the rest of her bonds, including her now
In any case, Edwina was a naked, bound, gagged, and shock-collared
prisoner. Dr. Bliss knew herself to be in a right
pickle... a right pickle indeed!
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maintained a long and ever growing roster of things-to-do, with
separate categories for basic research, the management of her
commercial enterprise, and her Special Project. She
returned to her expansive, ultramodern office in the mansion
fully intending to get back to work; however... and to her mild
irritation... she discovered herself preoccupied with
the test program unfolding down below. Edwina Bliss was
beautiful, even desirable, but she was no Prime Target.
Then again, who was, other than the Prime Target herself?
Anyway, Lydia had things to do!
And yet... none of her pending research endeavors were critical
to her other plans, and all the many simulations and data
collection routines already running could proceed without her
supervision. Also, she had expert systems for enterprise
management that could monitor and even direct Λ≡LIOS ÇYB≡RTRONICS
without her input, except in extraordinary circumstances, which
it was their primary function to detect. Finally, what was
happening and would continue to happen down below was
directly relevant to the success of her critically
important Special Project—and all of her projections suggested
that the final development of the Special Project in question
was nearing its culmination.
A smile curled Lydia's lips and as she made the impromptu
decision to "play hooky" and waste the remainder of the day (or
at least the next few hours). That is, she decided to
concentrate on monitoring Dr. Bliss' transition to her new
routine. Lydia settled into her throne-like office chair,
then made a few adjustments to her work-space.
Specifically, she selected the single most photogenic input from
the cameras down in Edwina's chamber and copied it to the
gigantic wall-size projection-screen in front of her desk and
relegated the other monitors before her to unobtrusive
high-level monitoring of her business and research programs...
meaning her other research programs, the ones that
didn't require a human test subject.
A naked, bound, gagged, and collared Dr. Edwina Bliss was now on
display in high-definition and her image dominated the
office. The treacherous (meaning understandably curious)
Brit was naked and helpless, and as Lydia had already
acknowledged, was undeniably beautiful. Lydia leaned back
in her throne and watched as every now and then Edwina squirmed
for comfort. She noted the captive was no longer mewling
or even humming through her gag. Apparently, the single
lesson from her new collar had transformed her into a
voluntarily mute. Lydia's commitment to the Primary Target
remained unchanged... but that didn't mean she couldn't
appreciate what was happening and was about to happen
to Edwina Bliss. After all, it was all be in direct
support of the Special Project and her plans for the Primary
Lydia leaned forward and began tapping the keys of the virtual
keyboard built into the surface of her desk. Menus began
flashing on a side-monitor... then stabilized into a list of the
agenda items for Edwina's "in-processing," a list of the events
that would occupy the test subject's immediate future.
Lydia frowned. It went without saying that all of her
control and expert systems were artificially intelligent,
including the high-level oversight routines managing the matrix
of subsystems dedicated to single topics of research, but none
of them were sentient AIs. The only sentient
intelligence in the mansion and its many subterranean
levels was Dr. Lydia Aelios. There was also Edwina, of
course, but she had been demoted to subservient sentient
intelligence and therefore didn't count. In any case,
Lydia found herself dissatisfied with the items on Edwina's
Everything scheduled to happen was a test of the software and
hardware that would manage and satisfy Edwina's bodily
needs. And while many of the procedures would be
undeniably intrusive, they were also deliberately
harmless. They should be able to happen over and over
again without causing undesirable side-effects (like unsightly
skin-irritation and chaffing). Lydia continued
frowning. The truly entertaining tests had all
been reserved for the future, after all the bugs had been worked
out of the "housekeeping" subprograms. But what was the
fun in that?
Lydia gazed at Edwina's gagged visage. The beautiful and
brilliant scientist had snooped into her affairs, which was strictly
forbidden by the non-disclosure agreement she'd signed
before being allowed into the mansion. Well... truth be
told, there wasn't an actual a "no snooping" clause in the
document, but it was certainly implied! Edwina deserved to
Lydia's smile returned and once again she began tapping the
virtual keyboard. As she did so, on the side-monitor items
began popping onto Edwina's in-processing agenda and existing
items began shifting around. Finally satisfied with the
changes, Lydia stabbed a final virtual button and the menu
Lydia reached out and double-tapped the teacup-shaped icon of a
small virtual keypad to the right of the main virtual keyboard,
then leaned back in her chair to watch the show. In the
upper right corner of the giant projected image of Edwina's
naked captivity was a red digital
timer. It displayed the minutes and seconds until the
commencement of the next phase of the captive's
in-processing. Lydia's smile broadened. She knew the
robot butler bearing her ordered tea would arrive well before
the countdown reached zero.
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... 05 ... 04 ... 03 ... 02
... 01 ... 00.
Suddenly, motors and servos
hummed to life underneath Edwina's naked, helplessly bound body
and her "lounger/bed" began to change shape! She nearly
mewled through her gag in startled alarm, but caught herself
in time. She did not want another lesson from her
"obedience collar." Meanwhile, the pads under her body
separated and/or reconfigured themselves into what amounted to
an examination chair. And, of course, they took Edwina
Just to be clear, when the mechanical humming noise ceased,
Edwina found herself comfortably, involuntarily, and somewhat
apprehensively in an upright sitting position with her back
nearly vertical and fully supported—her arms horizontally
outstretched to either side and pressed against what amounted to
a horizontal padded bar—and her legs widely splayed, almost to
their comfortable limit, and with her knees bent. As a
consequence, her lady-bits were now on full and obscene
display! And this was exacerbated by the fact then the
pads formerly supporting her butt had folded back and were no
longer performing that function. Edwina's upper thighs and
crotch were suspended in midair; however, she was in no danger
of falling out of the "chair." All of her restraints had
remained in place and were still very much performing their
functions. The wide straps remained in place around her
wrists and ankles and the narrower straps pressed her into the
remaining pads above and below her breasts, around her waist,
and above and below her knees. All remained tight,
slightly dimpling her skin.
Edwina squirmed and struggled, but whether she was flat on her
back on the "bed" or sitting comfortably in the "chair," she
remained a totally helpless prisoner. Without a doubt,
Lydia and/or her expert engineering programs had done a bang-up
job designing and fabricating the restraint and manipulation
At that point, as Edwina tugged on her bonds and squirmed her
naked body against the chair's pads, the chamber door whisked
open, a novel robot design trundled across the threshold, and
the door whisked closed behind it. The robot in question
was half the size of the capture-bots that had abducted her from
her suite; however, it had similar all-terrain treads and wheels
for locomotion as well as the same sort of articulated arms
folded against its body. The greatest design change was a
pair of prominent squat, vertical cylinders integrated into its
Edwina watched with growing alarm as the robot rolled to a halt
directly in front of her splayed crotch, an articulated arm
terminating in a curiously shaped cup-like attachment extended
forward... and pressed itself against her private
Edwina flinched and once again almost screamed through
her gag, but caught herself in time. The thing between her
legs had somehow adhered itself to her crotch, probably
with suction! Also (and ominously) things inside the
cup were moving! Specifically, a slender, blunt
probe was pressing against her anus! And finally, it slid
past her sphincter... expanded in diameter... and some sort of
cool fluid surged into her gut! The robot was
giving her an enema! Edwina shivered and squirmed as
what felt like a full liter of liquid flooded her large
intestine! And then, just when she felt she couldn't take
any more... the flow reversed!
This was the first enema of Edwina's life... and it had been
administered by a robot! She squirmed against her bonds as
the probe withdrew. Then, warm water pulsed and churned
inside the cup and against her nether region for several
seconds... then was sucked away!
Next, another probe, this one much narrower, eased itself into
her urethra! More suction happened and Edwina emptied her
bladder... not that that was a totally bad thing.
She'd needed to visit the loo, but would just as soon
not have been required to relieve herself by an
The catheter-probe withdrew, then once again water churned
against her crotch. Next, the apparatus released her
crotch and retracted back into its housing on the robot, the
robot rolled back a few feet, spun 180°, rolled towards the
chamber door, the door whisked open, the
"mobile-water-closet-bot" made its exit, and the door whisked
closed behind it.
Edwina reflected that rather than visiting the loo, the loo had
visited her. It had all been very neat and tidy...
as well as intimately humiliating.
Suddenly, several wall-panels opened and robot arms extended
towards Edwina and her chair. The manipulators of two of
the arms grabbed the sides of her head and held it still while a
second set delicately removed her steel and rubber
panel-gag. Instantly, a fifth manipulator plucked the
slimy ball of medium-density foam from her mouth.
Edwina licked her lips, worked her jaws, and swallowed—the tight
obedience collar fractionally tightening across her throat as
she did so—then her eyes popped wide in alarm as the manipulator
of yet another arm firmly pressed a cup-shaped, form-fitting
panel against her gasping mouth! A rubber probe forced her
jaws apart, and now water was flooding her oral cavity!
Her choices were to swallow or cough, sputter, and possibly
choke! Edwina decided swallowing and thereby relieving her
thirst was by far the best option. A well-regulated stream
of cool, refreshing water coursed down her throat... Then,
the "involuntary-hydration attachment" withdrew, the
manipulators holding her head released their grips, all of the
arms withdrew into their alcoves, and the covers snicked closed.
Edwina licked her lips once again, then heaved a blessedly
gag-free sigh. Granted, she was still silenced by the
hateful obedience-collar locked around her neck, but at least
nothing was stuffed in her mouth or pressing against her mouth
and lips. She took several deep breaths and waited for her
heart rate to return to normal. The enema had been
decidedly unwelcome and humiliating, as had the involuntary
voiding of her bladder, but at least the gag was gone and her
thirst had been quenched. Was it a net plus? Edwina
wasn't at all sure. In any case, she was still naked,
bound to the robo-chair, and silenced by the shock-collar... not
that there was anybody she could complain to... other than the
chamber control system itself.
Suddenly, as the saying goes, all hell broke loose!
arms deployed from all four walls and the most impressive
demonstration of technological coordination so far began!
When the dust settled, all the pads of the examination-chair had
rearranged itself into the original horizontal bed/table
configuration with the pads pressed together to form a
Also, when the chair's straps had released themselves and
slithered back into the mechanism, several arms had grabbed
Edwina by her wrists, ankles, and body and held her in midair
while other arms looped quarter-inch natural rubber tubing
around her upper body and stretched the pliant bindings
tight. When the robot arms were "satisfied" with
their work, Edwina's arms were folded behind her back with her
forearms bound together from elbow to elbow. Additional
tubing pinned her upper arms to her sides, passing above and
below her breasts and yoking her shoulders. Like the black
nylon straps of the robo-lounger/chair, the yellow-tan elastic
tubing was tight enough to dimple her flesh.
Edwina had done her best to resist the binding process, but to
no avail. As far as she could tell, no knots had been
tied. Somehow the system had fused the rubber ends of her
bondage together. She remained completely helpless.
The arms planted her on her feet, withdrew into their alcoves,
the covers closed once again, and Edwina was now nude, bound in
natural rubber, and collared. She twisted and squirmed,
seeking a weakness in her new bonds... but found none.
Granted, her legs and feet were now free, but the chamber door
was closed and she had nowhere to go. Edwina shook her
head in an only partially successful attempt to shake the
tousled curls of her brown hair from her face, then heaved a
carefully silent sigh.
At that moment, the chamber door opened and the smallest ΛÇ
robot Edwina had yet seen rolled into the chamber... and stopped
halfway between herself and the door. Its means of
locomotion was a scaled down version of the larger models treads
and wheels, but it was only about the size of a squat toaster
(without any slots on the top for inserting slices of
bread). It had no arms or manipulators, but on its top
surface was a golf ball size dome-light. The light blinked
red several times... then began a steady ruby glow.
Suddenly, what was clearly a synthesized human voice echoed
through the chamber.
"Follow the red light.
Failure to stay within five meters of the red light will
result in punishment."
The voice was what Edwina recognized as primitive, obsolete
technology. Its tone was gender-neutral, flat, and it
"spoke" with an uneven, unnatural tempo. She knew dozens
of much more realistic artificial speech systems were readily
available. Everything else in Lydia's lair was
ultra-sophisticated. So why was the voice so... retro?
Meanwhile, the mini-bot with the red light had spun 180° and was
trundling out the door at a walking pace. As the distance
increased, Edwina felt a tickle across her throat...
which began to build in intensity... then faded away to nothing
when Edwina took a step and hurried to catch up with the
mini-bot. She'd been warned. Edwina was to keep up
with her guide or suffer the consequences.
At least she was moving. After hours of being bound in one
place, she was bound and in motion and finally able to stretch
her muscles. Edwina twisted and squirmed against the
rubber tubing binding her upper body. At least I can
stretch some of them, she mentally sighed.
Edwina trudged down the hallway in the mini-bot's wake.
The shiny little automaton was now setting a rapid pace, a power
walking pace, almost to the point where Edwina was almost
compelled to break into a jog to keep up. Despite her
capture and subsequent treatment, Edwina was in good shape, of
course, so she quickly adapted to the required effort.
The journey continued with the corridor's overhead lights shining above and
before her and winking out behind her, reinforcing the mini-bot
in indicating her mandatory path. They passed many unlabelled
and closed doors, a few ominously dark side passages, and made a
series of left and right turns. Always, the lights
remained on in front of and over the strange little parade and
turned themselves off as they passed. Finally, they
approached an elevator door. It opened, the mini-bot
entered the car, Edwina followed, the door slid closed, and the
car began to rise.
It was a brief, uneventful ascent... then the elevator door
opened and the mini-bot led Edwina out onto what she immediately
recognized as the circular running track directly beneath the
mansion. The elevator door had disappeared behind one of
the pearl-white padded wall panels and the power-walking journey
continued, her guide rumbling along and her bare feet rapidly
padding in its wake. They were traveling around the track
in a counter-clockwise direction. This continued for some
time... at least five minutes... and during that time
periodically Edwina periodically tested her rubber-tubing-bonds,
more from frustration than an effort to escape or a need for
And then, once again, the synthesized voice spoke.
"Warmup interval complete.
Commence first phase of exercise run."
And then, the mini-bot began to pick up the pace and Edwina had
no choice but to accelerate as well. Soon, she was
jogging... then running.
Thudding footfall followed thudding footfall as the run
continued and the inside and outside walls whizzed past.
Only the vertical seams between the wall and ceiling pads gave
her any real sense of motion, and the same went for the glow of
the periodic lenses recessed into the padding where the walls
and ceiling met. And unfortunately, rather than projecting
images of old-growth Japanese forest, the Pandoran jungle, or
some other entertaining and/or aesthetically pleasing venue, the
lenses acted as simple lamps and projected a bland white image
Edwina continued to run. Her heart was pounding and her
breathing deep and rhythmic, but she wasn't in distress.
Not counting the nudity and bondage, this was a typical run for
the captive scientist. Eventually, inevitably, she began
to sweat... and was soon shining with perspiration.
Suddenly, the voice spoke again.
"Begin first sprint interval," it announced, then the red
dome-light on the mini-bot began flashing and it accelerated!
Edwina had no choice but to accelerate as well... and was soon
in the mandated sprint, just barely keeping pace with her racing
guide. Now Edwina was really sweating and her
hair fluttered behind her like a tangled, swaying mass of brown
ribbons. She knew she couldn't keep up this pace
forever. Eventually, she'd succumb to exhaustion, but for
now her desire to avoid electric discipline kept her
going. She had no choice.
Dr. Edwina Bliss was at the complete mercy of the hardware and
software controlling, managing, and regulating all aspects of
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