Chapter 2 - Choosing A JobHannah was standing in the doorway of an empty room—the hallway had many of those to offer. The room itself was about what you'd actually expect from a bunker like this: a small, rectangur box with grey concrete walls. To her right, a simple bed with a thin mattress, a wool bnket, and a single white pillow. Definitely not comparable to the luxury of her own bed back at home. To her left was a rge closet, but when she looked inside, it was an overwhelming amount of nothing, with a few empty hangers dangling from the metal rod.

  She let out a disappointed sigh, already having hoped for some normal clothes. There was no mirror, but looking down at herself, she could tell how ridiculous she must look. Camil's yellow top and denim shorts were constricting her in ways that kept reminding her how vulnerable she not only felt, but also was. It seemed like it was designed to accentuate every single curve of her body, leaving her feeling more exposed than when she'd woken up naked. Though thinking about it, that description fit Camil perfectly. That woman was beautiful and confident, and she knew it. Everything that Hannah could only ever dream of being. Of course, people had always told Hannah that she was pretty and that her curvy figure was attractive and all, but she'd always found it hard to believe them. As far as she was concerned, her big breasts and soft curves always just drew unwanted attention in ways that made her uncomfortable and insecure. The way boys in high school looked at her. The way men started looking at her after she turned 18. No... the way they had even looked at her before that. It made her skin crawl.

  Camil, on the other hand, seemed to thrive under those conditions. Being looked at, being seen. How did she do it? Maybe something she'd have to ask her sometime. If she ever worked up the courage, that is.

  Then, her mind drifted back to the main problem at hand: being stranded on a weird fucking isnd, having a weird fucking chip in her arm, and living with weird fucking people like Piper, who expected her to pull her own weight from day one, not even giving her a day or two to adjust.

  She let out another heavy sigh as she sat down on the bed, the mattress dipping under her weight and making a much-expected creaking noise. Her eyes fell back to her wrist. "Go py with it," Piper had said. It definitely seemed like that was her only choice right now, but seeing it like this—merged with her skin like some alien parasite... it was unnerving.

  She hesitated for a moment before mustering up the courage to touch the cold, metallic surface with her other hand, running a finger over it. To her surprise, it reacted immediately, a blue light flickering to life in its center and projecting a hologram of sorts into the space above her forearm. She tilted her head at the unfamiliar sight. The projected light was crisp and clear, showing a... menu of sorts. Or maybe something akin to a homepage? It felt like something out of a cheap sci-fi movie.

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  [colpse]But as she started taking a closer look at it, it actually looked more like something out of a video game. There was even something that looked like a minimap in the top-right corner of the screen, just below the menu bar, which dispyed things like the current time, day of the week, current job, and credits bance. There was also an ominous red timer, apparently reminding her that she only had a little less than 6 hours before something would refresh. But what exactly? The tasks? That was the first option shown in the menu and seemingly also the most important one.

  Before even clicking on it, her eyes were already drawn to the 'Job' option at the bottom of the short list instead. She remembered what Piper had said about how important it was to pick your job carefully, so as not to end up like Camil, who apparently chose hers on a whim and now regrets her choice, because she can't change it for quite a while. So, despite Piper being a pretty dramatic and self-important person, this was probably solid advice that she shouldn’t ignore. Her job choice was something she could not fuck up.

  Taking a deep breath, she tapped the holographic button with her finger, expecting it to do something, but… nothing happened. With a confused tilt of her head, she tried again, but still, her finger phased right through the slightly blue-tinted image projected in the air. "Ugh... what the hell...? How do I...?" she muttered to herself, her frustration growing.

  She tried air gestures, voice commands, even clicking the button with the power of her mind, but nothing yielded any results. Finally, she tried the one thing that seemed like the most obvious choice in hindsight—using her finger and sliding it across the chip like a trackpad. Finally, a round pointer appeared on the screen and started moving in tandem with her finger.

  A sigh of relief. She navigated to 'Job' and tapped the metallic surface of the impnt, the image suddenly dispying a new menu. Right at the top, it said: "Survivor HNSH05032026 - one (1) free job change remaining." Below that was a list of colpsible categories, each one looking as daunting as the next. 'Combat', 'Crafting', 'Utility', 'Social'...

  Each category was decorated with a simple icon that clearly communicated what it contained without needing any words. The whole system was surprisingly polished and well-designed. She looked through a few of them and found the kinds of jobs you'd expect to find there. In 'Social', there was stuff like 'Entertainer', 'Communicator', or 'Comedian', requiring you to interact with people a lot. Definitely something Hannah wanted to avoid. Only once she scrolled further down the category list did she see a peculiar bit of text that was greyed out, a checkbox next to it.

  'Dispy unconventional job categories?'

  Unconventional? What was that supposed to mean? Out of curiosity, she checked the box. Immediately, the list expanded, dispying various new categories. It didn't take more than a second for her jaw to drop, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock, disgust, and an undeniable, shameful thrill that sent a jolt directly to her core. These job categories were definitely unconventional, to say the least.

  One category in particur made her swallow hard, her breath catching in her throat. Its icon was a simple, stylized depiction of a... dildo? "Sexual Services," the category was called. Her stomach twisted, and heat pooled in her borrowed denim shorts—a very familiar and unwelcome heat, but one she couldn't deny. Part of her wanted to scroll away, to pretend she never saw it, and choose something safe like 'Forager' or 'Cook'.

  But finally, after so long, her true nature was starting to rear its ugly head. It had been a whole day—well, as far as she could tell—since she had even thought about any kind of stimution, let alone gotten any. Her toys, left behind in a world she might never see again. Her body was starting to crave them, the sexual frustration growing stronger by the minute, now that she was confronted with this kind of stuff again. A deep blush crept onto her pale cheeks as she nervously tapped the category. She had never seen something so shameless.

  Anal FucktoyMain focus of tasks will be anal penetration, stimution, and training. Anal orgasms yield increased rewards.300% increased base rewards!Breeding SowMain focus of tasks will be sexual intercourse to achieve pregnancy. Successfully achieving the 'pregnant' status yields hugely increased rewards.1500% increased base rewards!Pain ToyMain focus of tasks will be of masochistic nature. See sub-categories for more details.700% increased base rewards!Torture DollMain focus of tasks will be of extreme masochistic nature. May result in permanent physical and psychological alteration. See sub-categories for more details.1200% increased base rewards!Human ToiletMain focus of tasks will be servicing other survivors by orally consuming waste either directly or indirectly. May result in permanent psychological alteration.1300% increased base rewards!The list of job options went on and on, each one more depraved than the st. Hannah found herself staring at the screen with conflicted emotions. Some of these jobs made her heart skip a beat, others made her stomach turn, and her skin crawl. But a few... a few of them made her needy clit throb, and her neglected asshole yearn for a good filling. As shameful as it was to admit, even to herself, this was a dream come true—as much as you could call being stranded on a monster-infested isnd, with no memory of how you got there, a dream, of course.

  What caught her eye in particur was the bold text at the end of the job descriptions, almost as if to advertise these incredibly depraved, perverted jobs. '1500% increased base rewards!' It was like the system was daring her. Or was it mocking her? 300% for 'Anal Fucktoy' and 700% for 'Pain Toy', coincidentally the two jobs she found herself most... drawn to, after reading the descriptions.

  She could practically feel her hard nipples pressing against the damp fabric of the crop top. Her mind began wandering for a moment, drifting back home, to her toys. Oh, how she missed her collection of nipple cmps and dildos... The thought alone sent another shiver down her spine, and she shifted uncomfortably on the bed.

  That was in the past, now. Her new reality was one without nipple cmps and without dildos. But it didn't have to be, right? Not if she chose one of these jobs. Not only would she probably be provided with toys, but she'd also get massively increased rewards, which the normal jobs didn't seem to have.

  She bit her lip, pying with the idea for a moment, humoring it. Of course, she knew that it was insane, but the thought was simply too tempting to dismiss just like that. She once again cursed her hypersexual nature for leading her down this path, even making her consider this as an option. Would a normal person even do this? A sane, rational person? No. They'd probably pick 'Scavenger' or something, and try to get by like that, without having to degrade and subject themselves to whatever horrors these jobs possibly entailed.

  But Hannah wasn't a sane, rational person, was she? She had never been. And she didn't want to pretend like she was. If she was going to die in some simution, alien pnet, or whatever the fuck this pce was... she at least wanted to be herself and enjoy her time here. Even if that meant embracing the twisted desires she'd spent her whole life keeping a secret from the rest of the world.

  "You better not be one of those good-for-nothings that needs to be babysat twenty-four-seven, because I will not hesitate to throw you back out there!" Piper's words echoed in her mind like an ever-present threat. What if she was making a mistake? Didn't this sound a bit too good to be true? What if she chose one of them and ended up regretting it, just like Camil? Then she'd be a burden, a nuisance. Useless.

  The thought alone terrified her and made her hesitate. She had to be very, very careful with what she chose. The increased rewards were probably not just for show; these jobs had to be much more challenging than the regur ones, or come with some kind of catch.

  Hannah sat there on the bed, scrolling through the other categories, reading job descriptions, checking out the in-depth breakdown of rewards, penalties for failure, and whatever else the system would give her in terms of information. An hour passed without her even noticing it, and by the end of it, her head was spinning, overwhelmed with all kinds of new job-reted info. Though it didn't matter. She had made her choice the moment she opened the 'Sexual Services' category.

  With her newfound knowledge about unconventional jobs, where the system even allowed you to mix and match up to three jobs, she navigated back to that familiar, exciting category. One st moment of hesitation. She thought about the other girls, about what they'd think. What would they say? Would they judge her for it? Mock her? Maybe even throw her out? She definitely wouldn't put it past Piper.

  She shook her head, already having made up her mind. Without wasting another second, she confirmed the two choices that made her heart race with both fear and anticipation. The screen fshed, and a little pop-up window opened up, dispying an ominous warning.

  WARNING: Your chosen job(s) cannot be changed for: 100 Days

  Additionally, your chosen job(s) come(s) with special rules regarding failure to complete tasks. You have been informed and have acknowledged the risks. Are you sure you want to proceed with the following job(s) choice(s)?

  "Anal Fucktoy", "Pain Toy"

  YES / NO

  Swallowing hard, she took another deep breath to calm her nerves, her cursor hovering over the option for a moment, before she took the final plunge, her finger tapping the smooth metallic surface of the impnt. The little window disappeared, and was repced by a simple 'Job(s) confirmed. Good luck.' And that was it. The deed was done. The one free job change was gone. No matter what happened from now on, she wouldn't be able to get a different job for at least 100 days. A tiny bundle of anxiety formed in the pit of her stomach. Did she make the right decision? God, she hoped so.

  A wave of exhaustion washed over her, making her fall back onto the bed and let out a heavy sigh. She was completely drained, both mentally and physically. Her eyelids grew heavier, and she didn't resist the urge to close them, soon falling asleep... She must've been even more exhausted than she thought, because what felt like a short nap suddenly turned out to be almost four hours and forty-five minutes long.How did she know it had been exactly four hours and forty-five minutes long? Because she didn't wake up on her own. She had been zapped awake by an almost painless electric shock, courtesy of her brand-new, shiny chip, which made her jolt up from the bed, let out a surprised yelp, and look at it. There was now a red light, blinking at a steady, rapid pace. Tapping the surface, the chip's usual menu popped up again, and Hannah was greeted by a gut-wrenching notification.

  You have failed to meet the daily quota for "Anal Fucktoy" (0/3 Tasks completed.)

  You have failed to meet the daily quota for "Pain Toy" (0/5 Tasks completed.)

  Punishment retive to the extent of your failure will be applied in: 4m 39s

  "Fuck..."