Covid21 (eng)

Translated from german with DeepL.

For current reasons. Hope it remains fiction.

And DON'T PANIC and stay healthy.

No sequels are planned so far. But who knows how long I can't get out.

Covid 21

Elisa hadn't slept much that night again. Damn gas mask. But safety first. The damn virus had almost destroyed civilization, but they were still alive. In the beginning it had been like a light flu, then like a heavy flu, killing millions of the old, but after countless mutations, it now hit young healthy people.

But it had taken months and in an unprecedented effort, the industry had switched to protective clothing. She worked in a former tire factory and was busy on the assembly line making protective rubber clothing. Allegedly the government had forced all manufacturers of fetish clothing to disclose their production methods and help the industry to ramp up mass production.

Their morning routine had become much easier. She couldn't take off her clothes and washing failed. Normal food was also not possible with the gas mask. She just changed the bag of nutrient pad and went back to work.

On the street all people like her wore a heavy rubber suit with gas mask. They differed only by the colour and of course by the number printed on the back and on the chest. She was a worker and wore black accordingly. The medical staff wore their traditional white and the security staff blue.

There was not much going on in the city. Cars stopped driving, they didn't want to make climate change worse, the two months of hot summer last year had already caused enough deaths. And you needed the rubber from the old tires to recycle them into protective clothing. And now that the population was only thirty million, the railways were more than enough for everyone. More than ninety percent of the old people had died. So the over forty year olds. Only the very young, those under twenty, had lost only fifty percent. They had held out long enough until there were enough protective suits to escape the increasingly severe mutations.

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At work it was monotonous as always. She worked on the line for 12 hours without interruption. She glued one suit after another. She always put glue on the pre-cut latex parts and then glued them together. She was at the left shoulder station.

After work she went to her weekly cleaning. The converted car wash was no longer used for cars, but now people were disinfected here. The queue was not very long today and she only had to queue for an hour.

As always, the first thing she did was a rough pre-cleaning with high-pressure jets. The three people who served this always had fun aiming at the sensitive areas like breasts and shame with women like her. But she did not mind. In fact, it turned her on. Nothing else was as intense as a high-pressure water jet. The rubber was too thick to satisfy herself.

At the next station, she was disinfected from the outside and given her paralytic shot. Safety regulation, so that she could not be attacked by any of the cleaning staff while unclothed. She would be awake, but could not move. She felt helpless and exposed.

Masked women took off her necklace which served as a seal for the suit and stripped her. Also the hated mask with the stomach tube was removed. It was put on an assembly line and was passed on to the next station. Cold water jets from a high-pressure cleaner cleaned them from head to toe. First the front and then, after it was turned on its stomach, the back as well. She smelled the acrid smell of the disinfectant, but she could not defend herself.

"Your order says that you wish to upgrade your mask. The new Huawei mask Q42 Pro with screen and integrated headphones. If you really want it, please blink twice."

said the woman at the cleaning station.

Elisa blinked twice. She had wanted such a mask for months and finally it was available in Germany. The worker looked briefly at the sales brochure.

"The mask will cost you 12.000 Euro. Are you sure you can afford it?"

asked the worker.

Elisa blinked twice again. She was employed in a factory that only paid the minimum wage, but only because she wanted to get out and was bored at home. Her parents had left her not only a house, but also a well-filled bank account. The shares were worth almost nothing, but she had no money worries. Just boredom. So she was busy doing meaningful things.

"Fine, it is your money. I just see your supplies cost the same. Are you really so horny that you need a built-in vibrator?"

she asked again.

Elisa blinked twice again.

The supervisor scrolled through the brochure for a moment.

"Your employer allows this mask and the accessories only if you agree that your employer may use it to give you instructions during working hours. You must also agree that the reward unit can only be controlled by your employer and that he has access to the punishment functions. This is not a requirement of your employer, but of the manufacturer. So masturbation is not allowed. Not even in your spare time. Only if you are a hard worker, you will be rewarded. If I were you, I'd spend my money on one of those Samsung models. They're less restrictive and have no punishing features. By the way, you can't talk. Once for abort and twice for you really want the Huawei model."

Elisa would not admit this, but the reason why she wanted the Chinese model was not only the better reward function, but above all the punishment function. She had a growing sex fantasy with her as a remote-controlled drone. And with the mask and accessories she would be closer than ever before. She blinked twice as commanded.

At the next station, the first thing she did was put on the accessories. In the end a kind of metallic underpants. The metal panties had a vibrator integrated and lots of electrodes that could steer her and torture her with higher currents if she didn't obey. But more important was that the panties had a catheter and her urine was flowing into her ass. A pipe with an integrated valve was also integrated there.

If she wanted to empty herself, she had to connect to one of the discharge stations and would be cleaned from the inside with disinfectant solution. Now that toilet paper could no longer be purchased and the black market trade in toilet paper was punished with one year in prison per sheet, the only way to stay clean. Luckily, her workplace was built so that her chair contained a suitable counterpart. With the piece of pipe sticking out a few inches from her, she could no longer sit on normal chairs, but could be coupled to the public toilets.

When her panties were put on, she felt a gentle tingling sensation for a moment and then a short violent electric shock. Served to test the metal panties. At the next station she was put into a new black protective suit. They stuck her on her back and on her chest her number plate. The security forces could not allow anonymous masked people to walk around.

At the last station she was given her expensive new mask. Her head, except for her face, was covered with thick black rubber. The lower half of the face including mouth and nose were covered by the mask, which filtered the air for them. The rest of the face was covered with a layer of plexiglass, protecting her from direct contact with the environment. Elisa found the stomach tube uncomfortable only when inserted, but she had gotten used to wearing it long ago. Normal food was almost always contaminated and only the sterile standard food was still safe.

Finally she got her choker, which prevented the mask from being removed accidentally. Or on purpose. The lock was robust and could only be opened at one of the cleaning stations. She was securely locked again and allowed to leave. The administered antidote for the paralysis worked and she had control over her body again.

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Elisa was finished and allowed to leave. She activated the mask and activated all the old apps of her old mobile phone on the mask. The screen was great. Integrated directly into the glass pane of the mask and transformed her environment into an augmented reality. She started the autopilot app and allowed the app to control it.

The app knew where she lived and would steer her. She felt a slight electric shock in her left hip and moved her left leg forward accordingly. The app now slowly sent a light shock alternately left and right and Elisa moved. Long before the first intersection, the stop signal was practiced several times, which consisted of an electric shock into her labia.

Elisa had to practice for a few more minutes until the app thought that she would subconsciously obey. It certainly looked strange to outsiders that she always walked a few meters on the square in front of the cleaning plant and then suddenly stopped or took a curve. But nobody bothered because she never came too close to anyone. The app finally took control and steered her home.

Meanwhile Elisa was allowed to play computer, listen to music and watch some cat videos. Only unconsciously she noticed that she waited for a train and rode on one in between. She was like in a trance and only rarely her control had to guide her with strong currents. It became more and more unconscious, how she let herself be steered. Much more elegant than the old voice commands.

Once home, she plugged in a bag of nutrient fluid. Today, to celebrate the day, not a grey mass as usual, but a bright red one. Ten times as expensive, but contained no other ingredients except a few dyes. Luckily you couldn't taste it. It contained mainly corn porridge and a few vegetables as well as shredded chicken and fruit. It did not matter in terms of taste, as everything went through the stomach tube. Much healthier than natural food, as it did not contain more calories than it needed and also contained exactly the right amount of vitamins.

Her apartment was untidy as always, as she didn't feel like tidying up after work, but preferred to watch TV or play on the computer. But that would change now. She found an app for cleaning in the store and activated it. This time she had to train longer before her body would follow the commands the mask commanded. Her legs were further controlled by her metal panties, her arms by the choker and her head was controlled by a point on the screen that she had to watch all the time.

Finally she was allowed to recover and her clothes ordered her body to bring the apartment into shape. Like in a trance or even more like a zombie she cleaned and tidied up now. The cleaning up was like a game and she got one point for each cleaned surface and for each cleaned thing. In the beginning it was fun but after half an hour she didn't feel like it anymore.

Elisa activated the autopilot and watched videos for relaxation. Unconsciously she was still steered for hours and had to keep her apartment in shape. But her mind was not bothered and she relaxed. At some point the mask sent her to bed and when she woke up she found her apartment much more tidy. She smiled and activated the navigation app that took her to work.

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It was easier at work today than in the past. She had installed an app that showed her what to do and she just obeyed. In return she was allowed to watch videos and play some games. After a few hours she received an e-mail from the company. They congratulated her on the new mask and thanked her for trusting the company enough to give her control over her body.

And she was offered to adapt her work to her new possibilities. The core of the offer was that she should work longer and not have to leave the factory premises and spend her free time here. And they would change the payment, instead of money she would now be paid in kind.

For food she would have to work one hour per day. For maintenance of the suit, control unit and her body (cleaning and health insurance) she would have to work six hours. She would have to work three hours for her accommodation in a staff apartment. And another two hours for electricity and other utilities. These first twelve hours she would have to work on the assembly line as before.

In addition, she was offered the opportunity to use the W-Lan for another hour of work. She got the chat function for working hour number 14, but she would only be on the line for 12 hours, after that she was used as a mobile drone. For every additional hour after hour 14 as a drone she was allowed to have an orgasm.

She liked the weekend regulations and the holiday rules. She was entitled to one day off every month. Always the 17th day of the month. Just like her birthday. On the days off, she would stay in her employee apartment and get an orgasm for every hour she worked in the month in addition to her assembly line job.

Elisa had heard about the proposals on the company's intranet and had bought her mask for exactly this reason. She was thrilled. She asked back if they would close her apartment for her if she would start immediately. And she asked if she would get upgrades if any were available. She wanted to be a good will-less drone, but she didn't want to be replaced just because her control software was outdated.

This time the answer took a little longer. She was offered either three more hours of work a day to be scheduled for upgrades every two years. Or she had to give the company all her property. They had checked her financial situation and would be satisfied with that.

Elisa thought for a moment. She would stick to the fourteen hours and certainly work a little longer to earn orgasms. But she couldn't go on for three more hours. She wanted to enjoy her free time. Together with the house she gave away it was damn expensive and would be enough for a hundred identical masks and accessories. But she didn't need the money as a drone anymore.

She wrote back that she would agree if her position was permanent and offered that instead of dismissal she could be disciplined with the full punitive functions of the attachment.

It took a few minutes and she was sent an adapted contract that met her wishes. The personnel department had apparently read her porn preferences and chose

"slave contract"

as the headline. She read it through and sent it back signed. She had continued to work while she was writing with the HR department. Handy if the mask could control her remotely.

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Two hours later she felt someone change her choker. It was a little heavier than before, but otherwise it felt unchanged. Only when she had to bend her body forward during one of the work steps did she hear the jingling. Her choker was attached with a chain so she couldn't run away.

Cuffs were also attached to her feet, but she couldn't see that because she had to concentrate on her work. The cuffs on her wrists had given her a minute's rest and she liked them. Solid steel cuffs with company logo and 4 welded D-rings. Probably analogous to her choker and ankle cuffs. So you could fix them at any time, if it should be necessary. She liked them.

When her shift was over, a supervisor came and loosened her chain and she was allowed to do her extra job. She could see her new necklace in a reflecting metal surface and could also read the engraving. It had a company logo on it and was marked as property of her company. She liked it. Just like the integrated breakpoints all around. And the status display.

The manual said green means loaded and docile. Red for active punishment. And blue for active reward function. Flashing red meant it had to be charged and would be punished until it was connected for charging. Felt good and Elisa introduced herself like a Borg drone to obey all commands.

The mask now directed her to the beginning of the belt and she was ordered to plug in all workers of the second shift in the first pass. The women had a pipe stuck in their buttocks just like themselves and were connected to a hose that disposed of their waste.

In a second round she had the task to attach fresh food bags to the masks of all workers. Most of them had simple masks like she had yesterday, but some of the women had different models of masks with control functions. You could see that they were all marked as property of the company and were secured not only by the tube in the buttocks but also by a chain on the necklace.

Elisa could also see that the masks with control functions controlled their human hosts so that the corresponding drones worked better. Faster and with better error tolerances. She hoped that she had also become better.

Elisa had never noticed before, because she was always focused on her work and did not even notice the women around her. After all the women had been provided with food, she was assigned as a cleaner for two hours. She scrubbed the floors around the tape and was back in the trance that developed when her mask took control and her mind was immobilized with cat videos.

She was allowed to change the food bags of all women and was then guided to their sleeping places. She was dead tired and would sleep like a rock.

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The sleeping place of Elisa was not much more than a box in a storage room. Here crates were stacked in several rows next to each other and on top of each other. Ten rows with narrow corridors in between and fifty crates in a row. She had a crate in level five of eight and had to climb in.

Her empire consisted of a box eighty centimeters wide, eighty centimeters high and two meters long. Of course, the box was a little smaller on the inside because it was padded. Friendly white rubber. She climbed in and lay with her head all the way back and her feet towards the door. Sitting was not possible, but the soft rubber was comfortable.

The mask told her to join in. Hose in the butt and a charging cable each for her butt and her mask. She had to correct her position a little bit until she was in the right position and then the clamps were held by the safety hooks. Wrists and ankles were secured and her collar was also secured. She couldn't move anymore and only heard the door lock and she was alone in the darkness.

For a moment she was claustrophobic but the mask calmed her down and the vibrator activated. She was informed that she was entitled to two orgasms and she was allowed to choose whether she wanted both or to pick one up to be awakened. She was sensible and only wanted one. She liked the idea of being gently awakened.

When the vibrator also sent tingle streams through her she had a pretty violent orgasm and fell asleep exhausted.

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When Elisa woke up she was completely sweaty. Last night's dream had been really cool. She went to the bathroom and just brushed her teeth. She liked the feel of the catsuit on her skin. She decided to do the showering thing maybe tomorrow. She wasn't ready to part with it yet. She just went to the bathroom and released the pressure on the bladder.

She was really overdoing it with toilet paper. There were ten packets of toilet paper piled next to the toilet. 12-packs. She probably had enough toilet paper for the next five years. She was clearly a hoarder. In the kitchen, all the food she had hoarded was all around her. She had plenty of pasta, but she liked to eat that too. But what was she thinking of with all those mushrooms? She didn't even eat mushrooms. She had panicked and first bought all the shops empty and then bought more online to hoard them.

She went to the computer and dialed her home office at work. She briefly unzipped her zipper and changed the batteries of the vibrator. She had a pretty slovenly lifestyle since she started working from home two weeks ago. She worked with the vibrator on and masturbated ten times a day.

Out of curiosity she searched Amazon for a gas mask like in her dream. But still she found it too expensive. She was also sure that a real mask would not reach her wet dreams. She took a quick look around the apartment. She'd really like the clean-up function. Well, at least she had less laundry if she wore her catsuit the whole time.