AnnouncementIt took a week and a decent bit of build-up, but we've finally arrived at the first chapter with some spicy content. It's also... um... a bit longer than the other chapters. *looking at 4800 words* I hope you enjoy! ?

  Feel free to leave some feedback as well! I'd like to know what my readers think of the story so far.

  Chapter 3 - PunishmentPunishment retive to the extent of your failure will be applied in: 4m 27s

  "Fuck... fuck, fuck fuck!"

  A cold rush of panic shot through Hannah's body as she watched the timer count down. She only had a few minutes to prepare for whatever this 'punishment' was going to be. She frantically tried to look for more information, an appeal button, anything, but her fate was already sealed. The timer notification wouldn't go away and wouldn't let her click anything else in the menu.

  "No, no, no...! Please!" She tried to bargain and plead with the chip as if it could hear her, or care, for that matter- but of course it didn't.

  "Shit! Think Hannah, think..." she mumbled, her hands shaking as she tried to find a way to get out of her predicament. Suddenly, her eyes widened with a new idea. "Of course! Camil!" She had to know what this was all about, right? Piper mentioned that she experienced some problems with her job as well, so she must have some familiarity with this whole punishment thing, right?!

  She scrambled out of bed, her heart pounding, the timer still counting down relentlessly with no regard for her mounting terror. As she sprinted out into the hallway and checked one door after another, multiple scenarios began pying out in her mind, each one more painful and terrible than the st. Finally, she found the door to Camil's room, marked by an obvious Brazilian fg right there on the damn door. Hannah could’ve hit herself for being so oblivious to it.

  She didn't wait to knock, just pushing the door open as fast as she could. "Camil! Please, you gotta help-" she started, but then stopped dead in her tracks, a deep blush beginning to spread across her face. Camil was standing with her back to the door, but even this was too much for Hannah's poor heart. She was just getting dressed, only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, and in the middle of putting on what seemed to be a bck spaghetti-strap top, however, with no bra or bikini top in sight. Hannah could see the sides of her perky, C-cup breasts, while her wavy, dark chocote hair cascaded beautifully down her tanned back.

  Camil didn't seem to be bothered at all, turning around just enough to give Hannah a glimpse at her chest without any shame, revealing some barely noticeable tan lines along with her small nipples and big areoe. "Eh? Gata? What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost," she asked, a hint of genuine concern in her tone, as she finally pulled the top over her head, the thin fabric clinging to her body and highlighting her fit, slender figure.

  Finally, with Camil's breasts properly covered, Hannah's mind was able to catch up. Shaking her head, she raised her trembling wrist, showing her the blinking red light. "T-T-This...! I- I messed up! I'm gonna get punished in like… three minutes!" she whimpered.

  Camil's eyes widened for a moment, tilting her head in confusion. "Huh? But... how's this possible, linda?" Her eyes narrowed, her expression looking... angered. "Don't tell me... did Piper pressure you into picking a job already?!"

  Hannah quickly shook her head. "N-No, I mean... I mean, yes, kinda, but I- I didn’t think it would backfire immediately!" Her blush deepened as she nervously wrapped her arms around her stomach, eyes now glued to the floor in shame.

  Almost immediately, the Brazilian beauty's anger melted away like butter in a hot pan, repced by... sympathy? Empathy? Pity? It was probably a mix of all of those things, her expression softening as she took a step closer. "Ah, Hannah... rexa, eh? Olha, tipo...1"Listen, like..." it's not gonna be too bad, depending on what job you chose, hm?" She turned her own wrist over, showing Hannah an identical red light blinking at a rapid pace.

  "H-Huh…? You too...!?" Hannah asked, her heart sinking.

  Camil nodded and turned her wrist back over. "So, tipo, what job did you choose? Let me guess... something stupid like cook?" she said with a light chuckle, but she clearly didn't mean it in an offensive way—more like... she was trying to lighten the mood a little, though her attempt clearly fell ft. Hannah stayed silent, unable to answer the question, her eyes darting around the room, avoiding Camil's gaze.

  That's when the tanned beauty seemed to realize. Her expression shifted again, this time to one of curiosity. But, after thinking it over for a second, she decided not to press Hannah any further. "Ent?o... whatever, doesn't matter what you chose gata. I mean, like... I'm not gonna sugarcoat it, okay? The punishments can be... harsh, depending on the job and how much you screwed up. I deal with this shit every day basically, and I'm more or less used to the punishments at this point. Of course, that doesn't mean they're... pleasant." She took another step closer and gently pced her hands on Hannah's shoulders.

  "Don't worry, amiga.2"friend (fem.)" You're not alone. I'll be there with you, né? Whenever you screw up, we'll just get punished together. Companheiras de castigo, eh?"3"Fellow punishment partners, eh?" she said, a soft smile on her face. It was a comforting thought, a gesture of solidarity.

  A simultaneous, sudden loud beeping noise interrupted their moment of comfort, making both of them flinch. "Ah, merda…4"Ah, shit..." ten seconds, linda..." Camil said, her smile fading as she looked down at her own wrist, and then back up at Hannah, a knowing look in her blue eyes.

  Despite the situation at hand, with the loud beeping getting faster and faster, counting down the st few seconds of their freedom, Hannah couldn't help but get lost in those beautiful eyes. For some strange reason, they reminded her of that first view she had gotten of this pce, from her spot in the sand—that vast, beautiful ocean, stretching out as far as the eye could see. And it was that thought which calmed her down. The panic subsided for a brief, fleeting moment. Whatever this was... maybe this beautiful, caring, confident woman could make it bearable? Even if only for a second?

  "Camil, I..." she opened her mouth, the words just kind of... spilling out of her. What was she even trying to say? Before she could finish the thought, a final beep resonated through the small room, followed by a sudden white fsh. But there was no pain. Just a feeling like... a million tiny insects crawling on her skin. For a brief moment, she wondered if this was it—if the punishment was a harmless, startling fsh of white light and a strange, but equally harmless tingle?

  But... that didn't seem to be the case. Of course, it wouldn’t be that easy. When her eyes finally adjusted to her new surroundings—and yes, they were indeed new surroundings—her stomach sank. They weren't in the bunker anymore. She, Camil, and to her surprise, three other girls she had never seen before, were all in a featureless, stark white room, lined up like soldiers. She couldn't even make out its corners; it was just endless white. The only indication that there were even walls, and that this room was indeed a room, was the fact that there were some overhead lights above some futuristic, but simple-looking doors. All of them glowing red.

  There was also something under the lights that caught Hannah's eye—names. As she looked from door to door, she also saw her own name written there. She swallowed. Would everyone have to go into their own private little room to receive their punishment? What the fuck was this pce? And how the hell did they even end up here so suddenly? Teleportation? That had to be the only logical expnation. So many new questions popped into Hannah's head, overwhelming her yet again.

  "Salut, Camil!" one of the girls said, her voice thick with a French accent, her smile pyful, and her bck hair a beautiful, messy, shoulder-length bob with bangs. She was tall and slender, but with wide hips and a perfect pair of breasts, almost the same in size as Camil's, perhaps slightly smaller, but still noticeable enough. Though what surprised Hannah the most wasn't her stunning beauty, or her unnatural orange eyes, but actually what she was wearing—Hannah had never seen an outfit like hers before.

  She was wearing a futuristic-looking, anthracite grey bodysuit, made of some matte, skintight material that almost made it look simir to a wetsuit. There was an orange belt around her chest, just below her breasts, and she was wearing a big, beige oversize crop jacket that was completely open in the front, save for one clip that held it together around her neck. The sleeves were way too big for her arms, but the whole outfit looked surprisingly... tactical? If that was the right word?

  "Oh, heyyy! And who might you be, chérie?"5"darling/sweetheart/dear" she then added, turning her attention to Hannah, her eyes wandering over her body, making her feel even more exposed in her borrowed crop top and shorts.

  "Leave her alone, Charlotte. She's a new arrival, and this is her first punishment. Don't tease her," Camil said, protectively wrapping an arm around Hannah's shoulders, making her flinch for a brief moment, but then leaning into the touch almost immediately.

  Charlotte put her hands on her hips, now standing right in front of the two, half a head taller than Camil. "What? I'm just trying to be nice! You're always so protective…" she pouted, her gaze drifting back to Hannah’s outfit. "By the way, um... aren't those your clothes? They look... a bit tight on her, no?"

  "I told you. She's new. Stranded here naked, so I gave her my clothes." Camil snapped, her patience with the French girl clearly wearing thin. She really was very protective of Hannah, and so far, it seemed like she didn’t get along with anyone else. Not that Hannah could bme her. She had a good reason to hate Piper, but this Charlotte woman... she at least seemed pretty nice?

  "Ohhh, you mean she's like... new, new? Like, got-here-today, new?!" she asked, a little too enthusiastically for Hannah's liking. Camil simply nodded in response. "Wow! How unlucky! Only here for a day and already getting punished, haha! What job did you choose, chérie?" Charlotte asked, a sly grin pying on her lips as she leaned in closer. She smelled... good. Like citrus and something else, something sweet. Strawberry?

  Before Hannah could give an answer that would have likely been another stuttered mess no one could understand, a loud buzzer noise echoed through the room, and all the lights above the doors turned from red to green. "Ah, speaking of le diable.6"the devil" Seems like our punishment awaits, no?" Charlotte said, her expression shifting into something more serious, but still with that pyful undertone in her voice. "I hope your cute butt can handle whatever's behind your door, newbie. I'll see you around!"

  With that, Charlotte turned and walked towards her door, opening it and stepping inside without another word. Camil gave Hannah's shoulder a soft squeeze. "Don't worry, gata. Just... get it over with. You'll survive," she reassured her, before making her own way towards the door with the name 'Camil' above it, leaving her and the other two girls alone in the blindingly white room.

  That's when Hannah got a good look at one of the other girls—a tiny thing, probably even smaller than Piper, with a petite, almost childlike frame, and ptinum blonde hair tied into two neat pigtails. When she noticed Hannah staring at her, her unreadable expression changed to something that could only be described as a mix of excitement and disgust. "What’re you looking at fuck meat!? Wanna get raped, huh!? If I see you again on the isnd, I'll fuck you up! That’s a promise!" Her voice was high-pitched and dripping with venom. The little viper didn't even give her a chance to respond, just happily skipping towards the white set of doors with her name above them, an unsettling smile on her face that said anything but "I'm scared of what's behind that door".

  Hannah's eyes were wide with shock and disbelief. What kinda screw did that girl have loose? She'd never even met her before!

  "Ignore her. Just hope you never meet again and be done with it. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about," the remaining girl said, her voice low and calm, almost unfazed. Before Hannah could even get a good look at her, she disappeared into her own room, leaving Hannah to stand alone in the middle of the endless white space, her mind reeling from the whole confrontation.

  She finally looked at her own door, the green light inviting her to her doom. She didn't want to find out what would happen if she didn't enter on her own accord. So, after taking another deep breath, she walked towards the door, her legs feeling heavy as lead, and as she approached it, it slid open with a soft 'whoosh', revealing a room that was the por opposite of the stark white space outside. This one was dark, illuminated only by a faint, reddish glow that emanated from the walls. The air inside was heavy and smelled of rusted metal and... something else, something disgusting. It was a sharp, stinging stench, as if someone were holding a bowl of old piss right under her nose.

  In the middle of the room was a simple, metal table, rge enough and clearly meant for a person to lie on. On the wall to her right was a screen inside the wall, dispying red text.

  Presence of Survivor 'HNSH05032026' confirmed.

  Survivor, remove all clothes, accessories, and lie down on the table to begin your punishment.

  Gulp.

  She had to remove all her clothes and lie down naked on the cold metal table? What kind of twisted punishment was this going to be? The more she thought about it, the more this started to seem like some kind of torture room. Were they going to torture her!?

  Her breathing became shaky, and her hands were trembling when she reached for the hem of the borrowed crop top. She pulled it over her head and dropped it to the floor, repeating the process with her shorts. She was once again completely naked. Exposed and vulnerable, just like she had been on that beach mere hours ago. Only this time… there was no beautiful girl, no Camil coming to her rescue, giving her clothes to cover up, taking her in, and doing her best to calm the scared girl down.

  But… something else was different.

  Hannah didn’t know if it was because of the cool air of the room or the adrenaline, but she could feel her nipples harden into tight peaks. There was also that familiar heat pooling between her thighs. A shameful, slick wetness that made her question if she was… actually excited? Sure, she had chosen ‘Pain Toy’ and ‘Anal Fucktoy’ as her jobs, but… this was supposed to be a punishment, right? There was no way the punishment would be something she’d enjoy. Right?

  And yet… as she climbed on top of the table and y down on her back, there was a thrill coursing through her body, making her anxious to find out what they would do to her. She almost didn’t mind the cold metal, which was a stark contrast against her heated skin. She was simply too nervous and excited to pay it any attention.

  Then, the screen fshed for a second, showing her new instructions.

  Put your arms up above your head and spread your legs. Maintain this position.

  Hannah bit her lip, trembling equally with fear and excitement. She complied, slowly raising her arms above her head until her hands reached the edge of the table. Then, she spread her legs, feeling the cold air of the room hit her wet folds.

  Was it possible to feel any more exposed? Any more vulnerable? This was like the start of a BDSM porno… or, rather, a badly faked snuff movie. And Hannah was going to be the victim.

  A startling mechanical whirring noise confirmed what Hannah had already feared. Her wrists and ankles snapped into pce. Cold, metallic shackles that were not designed for comfort, but to simply hold her in pce, had appeared from the underside of the table.

  Suddenly, the realization hit her, her bubble of make-believe popping like a balloon. This wasn’t going to be like a cheap BDSM porno. She was going to get punished! A sharp gasp escaped her throat as the reality of the situation came crashing down, her previous excitement now understandably repced by fear.

  “W-Wait! W-What’s happening? What are you gonna do to me? Please, someone!?” she cried out, her mind racing with all sorts of horrible scenarios again. The disgusting stench in the room didn’t help either, only solidifying the fact that this was not going to be a pleasant experience. How naive had she been to get on that table and follow the instructions on the screen so willingly!?

  Her desperate plea for an expnation was left unanswered. Did anyone even hear her? Maybe this whole system wasn’t even operated by any living beings. Maybe it was some kind of sadistic, soulless AI?

  She struggled against the shackles, but could barely move. The exposed position she was in left her body stretched and taut. There was no escape. She could only hope that whoever was behind all of this would have some mercy and go easy on her. But… given the circumstances of everything… it seemed unlikely.

  Suddenly, she noticed another screen right above her in the ceiling, dispying a new bit of text.

  Assessing appropriate punishment intensity based on failure severity and job selection now… Assessment complete.Punishment Level: 5/10 (-) Lowered intensity due to first-time offense.

  A relieved gasp escaped Hannah’s dry throat, her tense shoulders sagging for a moment, as much as this position allowed anyway. 5 out of 10. That wasn’t so bad, right? Was it? She tried to console herself, tried to calm her nerves, hoped that this would mean it might even be somewhat enjoyable… but a question still remained: what did this even mean? She still had no idea what kind of punishment it was going to be.

  Though she didn’t have to wait long for an answer. The screen dispyed a simple, final message. ‘Beginning punishment now.’ That was all they were going to tell her, before she could hear a mechanical whirring sound from somewhere beneath her once more. She tried to lift her head, to look around, but it was almost impossible. She couldn’t see a thing. There was only an ominous hydraulic noise. Hannah imagined some mechanical hands on long tubes coming out of the underside of the table.

  Suddenly, she could feel it, and finally also see it—two thin, metallic clips on thin wires had snapped shut around her sensitive, hardened nipples, making her gasp. “Ah! W-What…?” But it didn’t stop there. A simir set of clips attached themselves to her bia.

  “Oh god, please don’t be what I think this is going to- ahh!” she yelped, her hips bucking unexpectedly as a surprisingly pleasant, tingly sensation shot through her nipples and pussy without a warning. Her eyes widened in confusion and surprise. This actually felt… pretty good?

  But of course, that was only the beginning. As if the system had read her mind, the current slowly increased in strength, slowly turning from a pleasant tingle to a still somewhat manageable, but definitely noticeable, stinging pain. Is this what electricity felt like? It was more like a hot tingle, not like she had always imagined it would feel like. And she had definitely imagined it before. Quite a few times in fact. Though she never mustered up the courage to buy one of those e-stim toys.

  The current increased in strength again, now slowly pushing her to a point where the line between pleasure and pain started to blur. “A-Angh~!” A little involuntary moan escaped her lips as she started panting heavily, trying to struggle against her restraints. Her nipples and pussy started to feel like they were on fire, her back arched as the stimution became more and more intense. It still wasn’t what Hannah would call unbearable, but it started to border more on pain, rather than pleasure.

  Despite that, her pussy was dripping wet, her pussy soaking the cold metal table and forming a tiny puddle that was slowly growing. Could it be? Was she close to an orgasm!? The thought alone was revolting, making her blush furiously and close her eyes. “N-No… fuck…! I- I can’t cum from something like this! This is supposed to be a punishment!” she whimpered, her body twitching and convulsing as her muscles tensed up.

  As if on cue, the shocks suddenly stopped, making Hannah’s arched back drop onto the table again. She y there, panting and gasping for air. Was that it? Was it over? It was… intense, but nothing she’d call a punishment. So far, this was actually quite the amazing experience. She wouldn’t even have minded a bit more intensity there at the end to finish her off.

  She was in for a rude awakening, however. Before Hannah could catch her breath, the current came back—only this time, it wasn’t a constant tingle. It was a pattern that started as a soft tingle but then quickly grew stronger over the course of a few seconds, before abruptly ending, giving her half a second to breathe, and then repeating itself all over again.

  “Ahhh… ahhh! Hahhh!”

  She could do nothing, completely at the mercy of the system as it shocked her sensitive nipples and pussy, slowly driving her crazy. Her arousal was now more undeniable than ever, her whole body arching off the table every time the pattern approached its intense peak, before ending abruptly and starting all over again. Her desperate moans began filling the small, dark room. She wanted it to stop. But not because it was too painful—she wanted release! She needed to cum so badly, the shocks keeping her right on the edge of an incredible orgasm. She could feel it! It was so close, yet so far away. She was being edged by the system!

  Fuck! Had that been the point of this punishment all along!?

  “Fuck, please… please, please, please… just a little more! I’m so close!” she cried out, biting her lip, her frustration more than evident in her trembling, desperate voice and body. But her pleas were left unanswered. The system kept following its maddening pattern, pushing her right towards the peak, only to snatch it away right before she could tip over into that sweet, blissful release.

  Of course. Of course, this was her punishment. Hannah was a nympho. A hypersexual, unsatiable, slutty little whore that needed constant stimution to even function properly. If anything, this was the cruelest punishment the system could have come up with for her.

  She couldn’t take it anymore. The constant tease, the ever-present tension in her lower belly, the aching need for that mind-shattering orgasm. “Fuck, please! I’ll do anything! Please! Just let me cum already!” she sobbed, tears of frustration now streaming down her cheeks, her body writhing and struggling against the metal restraints holding her firmly in pce.

  It was no use. The shocks simply continued, keeping her suspended in that torturous state of agony, so close to changing into heavenly bliss. It felt like she had endured this punishment for an eternity already, the shocks slowly losing their intensity. She was getting used to them. And as if the system could read her mind, it once again suddenly stopped.

  “Ah? Ahhh? W-What? Is it over?” she panted, weak and exhausted at this point. She turned her head, looking around the empty room, which had now fallen silent. Hannah y there for a good minute, her big breasts heaving with every breath she took as she finally started calming down a bit.

  But the moment she started to rex, thinking she was finally done, the system was there to remind her that this was a punishment, tailored specifically towards her. Another hydraulic whirring sound announced that it wasn’t over yet; a moment ter, she could feel something cold, smooth, and thick pressing against her tight asshole.

  Her eyes widened with shock. “H-Huh? W-What now!?” She could feel the thick object trying to force its way inside, but without preparation or lube… “H-Hey, wait! S-Stop! I didn’t even prepare for-“ she tried to protest, but the metallic phallus didn’t seem to care about what she was going to say. Having lubed itself at the tip with some cold, gel-like substance, it simply began to push harder, finally forcing her tight asshole to part around the girthy head.

  “Fuuuck! Aaaghh!” she cried out, her body arching again as she tried to accommodate to the painful stretch. This thing had to be at least as thick as her biggest toys back home! Her neglected, tight hole clenched around the intruder as if trying to push it back out—but to no avail. The thing was like an unstoppable force, and she could only gasp and whimper as it slowly pushed deeper and deeper into her, stretching her out in a way that felt incredibly good, but also a little painful at the same time.

  “Y-Yessss~ oh fuck…!” Hannah didn’t even know anymore if this was a punishment or a reward. An unexpected image fshed in her mind—that of Charlotte, and how carefree, even happy she looked as she stepped into her own room. A thought that immediately slipped away, out of her reach as the thick, rigid cock started vibrating inside her. A loud, involuntary moan escaped her lips, before her nipples and pussy were shocked again by the same, mind-breaking pattern as before.

  “Oh gooood, fuuuuuck!” she groaned, her back arching off the table once more. This was it. Her mind went bnk. The simultaneous, intense pleasure of the vibrating cock deep in her ass and the maddeningly cruel pattern shocking her hard, sensitive buds and pussy lips were enough to immediately get her back to the edge. No, not even just the edge. She was about to be thrown over it.

  “P-Please… g-god, yes…! So close… please, more!” The words that streamed out of her mouth were an incoherent, stuttered mess of pleas. She was so close, so very close. And yet it still wasn’t enough- another one of Hannah’s quirks. She just couldn’t cum without stimuting her clit. Not at this rate anyway. She needed more. Just a little more.

  Her hips were bucking as she desperately tried to grind her aching pussy against something, anything. “Ahhhh! Fuck, pleeeease!”

  Suddenly, the mechanical whirring announced itself to Hannah again, the phallus in her ass finally starting to push even deeper into her, pushing past the tight bend and into her colon. “A-Angh~! T-Too much! Fuuuck! Yesss!” she cried, her body quivering like the needy mess she was at this point. The shocks intensified, the pain becoming more and more pronounced, pushing her so close to the edge that she thought she might pass out from the intensity of the orgasm when it would finally hit her. She just needed a little more… just a tiny bit more!

  Just then, the shocks stopped. The vibrations stopped. She had been so, so close to finally cumming. So incredibly, achingly close. Her pussy still throbbed with need, gushing wet and unsatisfied. Hannah couldn’t believe it. She had been denied again—and so close to the edge as well.

  This was torture after all, just not the kind she had expected. That’s when the phallus suddenly retreated out of her, and the clips around her nipples and bia clicked open, retreating as well.

  “No…! No, please! You can’t do this to me! Please!” she cried out, her mind breaking from the sheer denial of this blissful release. “Just a little more! I’m begging you!”

  But there was no response. She just y there for a minute, bound on the table, which felt like an agonizing eternity, until the screen finally dispyed one st message to her:

  Punishment complete. Thank you for your cooperation. Good night!