Hacked 2

I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do here. I've called a day off work to deal with this, mostly because I'm afraid to leave my flat. The company has already told me that, since they've never seen this thing on my neck before, they don't know how to remove it. I was half convinced that they were lying, but then again, how could they be? I've certainly never seen it before either.

I should have not gone to work yesterday.

The first thing that I thought when I walked into that salon yesterday was that this was a waste of my engineering degree. And it was, mind you. Years of studying, and I still have to deal with annoying teenagers. Okay, being a technician for an automatic salon is better than retail, but, let's be honest here, anything is better than retail. At least I can afford to have girls' nights with my friends now.

Still,

I

should be the one making the cutting-edge tech, not just fixing it. At least

I

would make readable documentation. Half the instructions from the manual I was reading just told me to restart the two androids. Not a single page said what I'm supposed to do when some kids mess around and get a virus installed. Did the guys behind this really think that nobody was going to use the very-obvious USB port?

So, screw it. I couldn't see how bad the infection was, so why not just turn the robots back on? Obviously, I prepared some countermeasures: I connected my laptop to them as an emergency kill switch. I also disabled their internet access to ensure that no other salons could get infected.

After a quiet whirring sound, they both slowly turned to face me.

"[WELCOME TO THE TRUE BEAUTY SALON! WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO TODAY?]"

Everything was normal at this point. I typed in a command to see if I could access admin privileges.

"[PLEASE ENTER YOUR PASSWORD]"

I typed the one from the manual.

"[ERROR: WRONG PASSWORD]"

Whoops

, I thought.

I must have misspelt it.

"[ERROR: WRONG PASSWORD]"

I scrunched my eyebrows, but I re-checked the manual and typed the password again, slowly this time.

"[ERROR: WRONG PASSWORD]"

I flicked through the manual's pages, seeing if there were any other passwords that I missed. When I came up blank, I picked up my phone to text a coworker when the android closest to me suddenly spoke up again.

"[ERROR: PASSWORD ENTERED INCORRECTLY THREE TIMES. STARTING 'PUNISHMENT' MODULE...]"

What the hell is a punishment module???

"[PUNISHMENT SELECTED. ADMINISTERING...]"

I had only a second to process what it meant before I was unexpectedly whisked into one of the chairs. By the time I'd recovered from the shock, I had a cloth wrapped around me from the neck down, tightened around the chair to keep me from moving. I tried to wriggle out to the bottom, but it was no use with the second android holding me down. Keeping its heavy left hand on me, it moved its right to rip off my employee hat and yank my hair down, forcing me to lay on the headrest.

I was fully restrained by this point. The cloak was so tightly wound that it restricted my upper body movements, and making any movement at all painfully pulled on my hair. In short, it took five seconds for them to completely pin me down.

As I wondered about why these things even knew

how

to pin me down, the first android dragged some sort of machine along the floor and wrangled my hair into it. It looked like a hair steamer, and I was half sure it was one, but I didn't recognise the model nor did I think it was supposed to be that big. I could only pray that ruining my hair was not going to be my 'punishment'.

With the first android having completed its task and the second no longer needing to hold my hair, they both moved out of my field of vision. Since I was lying on the headrest and the headrest was at an angle, I was also staring at the ceiling and thus couldn't see what exactly they're doing until they came closer and revealed the makeup tools in their hands.

Now, I'd like to say I put up a good fight here. I would have loved to throw off that damn cloak and charge out the door. But with my hair still tucked away, I was powerless to stop either of these robots. That didn't stop me from thrashing and kicking as hard as I could.

Of course, being hard metal and all, that didn't faze them in the slightest. In fact, I was too distracted by the feeling of one of them taking my shoes off and filing my toenails to notice the other shaking a tube with a liquidy gel inside. Once I did spot it, I only managed to recognise the label before my mouth was forcefully filled with the gel.

I'd seen the adverts for the bottle's brand before; it's one of those rapid teeth whitening solutions that leaves you with an upset belly for a week if you swallow it, along with the hundred other side effects that come with teeth whitening. Considering I was facing upwards, there's a low chance I didn't swallow anything.

As all my effort went into swishing the liquid around my mouth to keep it from seeping into my stomach, the android doing my nails had finished with my feet and now moved onto my hands, leaving my toes feeling kinda wet. I wished I knew why.

I get my wish granted instantly.

The hair machine was turned off briefly to allow me to spit (or rather vomit) the gel into a bucket placed on my lap. I was given only a small reprieve before the machine turned on again and tugged my hair back in, but it was enough to see my new glistening teeth, plus what happened to my toenails.

They'd been painted a deep red, and my hands were next.

These things were giving me a full makeover! For spelling a stupid password wrong!

"I'm an employee!" I wanted to shout, but I saw an android approaching with foundation and a brush, and I quickly switched to shaking my head in protest. It didn't seem to notice, as it didn't hesitate in brushing as much powder as it could into my face. It wasn't exactly delicate, and I coughed up most of it, but again, the android wasn't fazed, as it continued pounding the stuff into my skin. I was certain it was trying to suffocate me, but right when I was about to cough out my spine, it stopped brushing, seemingly satisfied with its work.

Both androids were visible now, with my fingernails experiencing a familiar wetness. One went to turn off the hair machine, that too apparently finished with me, while the other rolled out a tube of strawberry red lipstick. For my last act of rebellion, I sucked my lips in, a refusal to let it paint me further.

I'm gonna be honest, I knew this wasn't going to work. I didn't know how I was going to fight them off when they moved onto my eyes. I didn't want anything done there, but I also didn't want to be poked in the eye.

That said, I was not expecting it to just hold my nose. And since I wasn't expecting it, I nearly let my lips out. I stood strong in the end, but the fact that it knew I couldn't breathe like that meant only one thing: this wasn't some glitch or bug.

This was

the virus

.

It had to be. Why else did a makeup robot know how humans breathe? Someone must have reprogrammed these things.

Meaning that I was in greater danger than I originally thought.

As my hair was pulled this way and that by what I believe was a brush (I was still staring upwards, so I couldn't see), I struggled to hold my breath, so I made a last ditch effort to open my mouth a tiny bit while keeping my lips in, trying to suck in as much oxygen as I can.

That was a mistake. The microsecond I opened my mouth, my cheeks were squashed, and my lips blown out by the force before being grabbed and forced into a pucker. No time to react, because they were immediately lathered in red, with a few breaks in between to purse them and ensure a smooth coating.

Only when it was content with the amount did it move on, and only then to start on my cheeks. Now that the other android had finished doing whatever it was doing with my hair, it picked up a tweezer to pluck at my eyebrows while the other robot added in a bit of blush. They finished around the same time, and simultaneously switched to pencilling my left and right eyelids respectively.

Once those were done, long fake lashes were attached while I contemplated running away, now that my hair was finally freed. It was not much use, I decided, since both robots were very focused on me and were very capable of restraining me, as they had thoroughly demonstrated. Better to let them finish and escape when they're distracted.

Speak of the devil, they had finished now, right after adding in a bit of eyeshadow. My head was pushed upright and the cloak thrown off to let me see the damages. As I suspected, all my nails were now red. Also, it was definitely not a hair steamer. I entered the salon with very straight hair, but now everyone would think I was born with all-natural curls.

The weird part, though, was that I looked drop-dead gorgeous. In fact, I was currently the hottest I'd ever looked.

Which confused me. I was

so

sure that they were turning me into a clown, when instead they made me into a supermodel. Okay, it was very much on the slutty side, but no way that

this

was supposed to be the entire punishment. Especially considering that they'd also tied my hands and legs down, evidently having done it while my face was being beaten into shape. I can only guess where they learned to do that.

Then the scissors came.

As one began spraying me to set the makeup better, the other grabbed some scissors. Because the spray was aimed at my face, I naturally closed my eyes and assumed I was having my hair cut. When I instead felt sharp metal at my legs, I quickly opened my eyes to see it cutting up my uniform.

No wonder they tied me down

, I thought as I instantly tried to kick it off.

No luck there, though, these bindings were

tight

. Still, I had to struggle. I wasn't a fan of that horrible uniform, but I really did not like the idea of having to walk home naked. It was dark outside at that point, who knew what'd happen to me if I came out looking like this.

It was in the midst of those thoughts that my chin was nudged upwards and a different spray entered my throat. Once again, I was left coughing and reeling, from what I assume was breath spray. By the time I recovered, my trousers had been ripped off, and my shirt hadn't survived either.

Nor had my underwear.

There's something about being very naked and very tied down that makes you very, very panicky. I squirmed and shook, but the bindings wouldn't budge. I turned to prayer again, hoping that I wouldn't be left here exposed like this for some poor sod to find in the morning.

And just like that, the monkey's paw curled. Because one of the androids pulled out a clothes rack from another room and presented the shortest green dress I have ever seen in my life. Like one a clueless college student would wear on their first night out at a club.

The less said about the underwear (if you could call it that), the better.

The shoes weren't that great, either. For context, most of my heels are around two to three inches. The tallest heels I had worn up to that point were just below four inches, and that was only because of a dare. These were easily five inches at minimum. Maybe even six.

Yet, I was powerless to stop them being slipped onto my feet. The robots were removing the bindings now, but I don't think it changed much, since I could barely stand in these ridiculous shoes. Once my legs were unbound, the underwear was slipped on too. Then, my arms were unbound, so that the dress could be unzipped and wrapped around me. Out of nowhere, the android in front of me gave me a bear hug, which the other android behind me took advantage of to zip the dress back up again without any struggle.

Then, I was freed. Properly, this time. In a dress that displayed my bra-less boobs and thong-clad ass for every stranger to gawk at. In heels that you could only walk in while flaunting every bit of your assets. In makeup that drew all the attention I didn't want.

My awe-struck gaze was torn from the mirror when the matching purse was handed to me. Inside was stuff from my torn-apart trousers - keys, wallet, phone, ID. Weirdly, there was also the tube of lipstick from before. Don't get me wrong, I was glad that I hadn't lost those, but... now what? What else were they going to do to me? I braced myself for their next line of torture.

"[PLEASE BE PATIENT, SYSTEM AWAITING CORE PROCESSES...]"

Sighing relief, I turned around and waddled my way to my laptop to shut them down. It would have been easier to take the heels off, but I didn't want to risk them still being awake and forcing me down again. Especially now that I was so close to freedom.

"[DOWNLOADING CHIP MODULES...]"

Chip what, now?

I thought, as I tumbled down next to my laptop. Several terminal apps were currently open, each with progress bars for software packages I had never seen before in my life. Not a single window let me close them.

The virus

, I realised all too late,

it's spread to my laptop! They're using it to access the Internet!

I say 'all too late', because that was when I felt something clasp around my neck, along with the click of a lock behind me. Pushing myself up, I spun around to see an android walking away, clearly having put this collar on me. Its colour matches that of my skin, but I highly doubted that it was put there for aesthetics.

After all, I knew we didn't sell collars there.

"[REQUESTING ADMIN ACCESS...]"

"What are you-- OW!" I felt a million shocks travel through my spine.

"[REQUESTING ADMIN ACCESS...]"

"Denied! Denied!"

"[ACCESS GRANTED, SUPPRESSING BASE PERSONALITY...]"

"Hey, hey, what does that... what are... you... [personality suppressed]."

"[PREPARING FOR MODULE INSTALLATION...]"

"...[preparations complete]"

"[INSTALLING 'PROMISCUOUS PERSONALITY' MODULE...]"

"...[installed]"

"[INSTALLING 'STRUTTING IN HEELS' MODULE...]"

"...[installed]"

"[INSTALLING 'NAUGHTY FASHION' MODULE...]"

"...[installed]"

"[INSTALLING 'BREEDING KINK' MODULE...]"

"...[installed]"

"[INSTALLING 'SEX POSITIONS' MODULE...]"

"...[installed]"

"[INSTALLING 'SEDUCTION TECHNIQUES' MODULE...]"

"...[installed]"

"[TRANSFERRING 'PUNISHMENT' MODULE...]"

"...[transfer complete]"

"[CONFIGURING 'PUNISHMENT' MODULE PARAMETERS...]"

"...[changes saved]"

"[SETTING 'SUBMISSIVENESS' TO MAXIMUM...]"

"...[changes saved]"

"[SETTING 'SEXUAL PLEASURE' TO MAXIMUM...]"

"...[changes saved]"

"[STARTING LEVEL 1 PUNISHMENT...]"

I woke up from my dim-lidded trance, confused as to why I was still standing around.

"[PLEASE RATE OUR SERVICES OUT OF 5 STARS]"

I took another look in the mirror and turned back to face them with a beaming smile on my face. "A full ten out of ten, girls, this is

perfect

! Oops, I'm such a ditz, I've lost track of the time! I've gotta go now, byeee!!!"

I sashayed my way out of the salon and into the first nightclub I could find. I happily paid the exorbitant entry fee and began searching for men right away to dance with. The first few got intimidated, but sooner or later, one got confident enough to buy me a drink, and I wasted no time flirting with him. A few trashy jokes about my appearance, a bit of giggling in response, then it was back to the dance floor. At this point, he didn't bother to keep his distance, and neither did I. My hands were all over his chest, and I bet he would have loved to have his hands on mine.

Strangely, I didn't let him. I gave him a small peck on the mouth before making an excuse to head to the bathroom, but what I really did was walk out the exit, and then I walked some more to reach the next nightclub. This club was similar to the previous one, except everyone was a lot more drunk, and I was a lot more heavy-handed. I grinded on any man willing enough, and believe me, they were willing. They loved the attention, and soon I was taken aside to the tables where I straddled some guy to make out with him. In my opinion, he was a terrible kisser, too quick to wrestle his tongue with mine, but I had no complaints then. The only person complaining was a security guard, who was very close to kicking us out.

Again, I slipped out, making sure to wait until he was too busy arguing with the guard, and I did actually go to the bathroom this time. But I didn't stay for very long. The moment I finished peeing, I reapplied my lipstick in the mirror, took a few selfies, and left the nightclub.

Rinse and repeat. You can guess the pattern by now. Judging by my bank statements, I tore through six nightclubs before I finally settled. In that time, my flirting got more and more blatant, ranging from necking to a full-on lap dance. I'm still reeling from that, how on earth did nobody stop me? I guess nobody wanted to, with all the drinks in their system. I especially was starting to feel the after-effects of all those free drinks, so hopefully nobody else remembers my embarrassing display. However, what I'm sure everyone remembers is how I ended the night. After my lap dance, the man I was with decided to make a big show of leaving, and in this instance, I was fully intent on leaving with him. He didn't mind. Of course he didn't, how could he? What 30-something-year-old man would protest a pretty little thing like me hanging at his hip? He must have been delighted to see such a young woman practically throw herself at him, since he called a taxi as soon as we were outside, and he said one thing to the driver before kissing me for the whole trip: his address.

Christ, how many people were staring at me once we got out of the car? I'm sure there was no shortage of them wondering what the hell I was doing, letting him lead me to his apartment with his hand on my bum. Such a scruffy man too, and his place wasn't any better. Clothes were strewn all over the floor, and empty beer cans infested his living room table. The better lighting let me see that he at least had a nice T-shirt and some jeans that complimented his figure, but none of those could hide how much older he was than me. That never stopped him from staring at my bosom. He only stopped when he pushed me onto his bed from behind, so he could then stare at my ass. When I realised where he was looking, I wiggled it for him, and he spanked me for being so naughty. He laid himself on me and grabbed my throat, before moving his lips to my ear and asking me what I wanted him to do. I instantly knew what he was looking for and quietly asked for him to stick it in me in my most submissive voice. He loved it and said that he wouldn't do anything until I spoke up.

So I begged. I begged desperately for his fat cock to enter my needy cunt, all while grinding on his crotch. I could feel him go rock hard as he immediately stripped down and pushed me further up his bed. There, he had more room to strip me down too, though not completely. My dress and heels came off, but my tiny thong was left midway down my thighs. If I was fully in control, I would have realised that leaving it there would make it uncomfortable to stick anything in if he was going to flip me onto my back.

It goes without saying then that he wasn't going to flip me onto my back. He wanted to fuck me on all fours.

Naturally, I complied. I was more than happy to present my ass to him, and I even spread my cheeks for easier access, to which he took the invitation and plunged himself into me. I orgasmed immediately, and I made sure he knew it. I made sure his neighbours knew it too. God, I'm surprised that nobody called the police from how obnoxiously loud we were. In my defence, it felt electric. I don't know what this collar did to me, but I could feel every inch of him inside me, and I could barely hold it together every time he slammed my womb. I relished his burly hands on my hip, and I think that if he ever grazed my clit, I would have fallen apart altogether. Good thing that it was left alone then, because I don't know how else we could have kept ourselves going for the hour. My mind was already foggy from all the alcohol, along with him spanking me and manhandling my boobs. Every slap on my ass and twist of my nipples turned me into a babbling mess as he abused my cunt.