The Future Looks Bright

Nikki attempted to thrash about in her tube and had zero success. The video before her eyes ran for about ten minutes before she'd noticed that her mind was getting swimmy. There was a constant stream of some gas flowing into her mouth she hadn't noticed that it had begun to taste a little strange. She attempted to plug the end of the tube with her tongue, but it blew harder than she could hold. She decided to hold her breath and the hood began to inflate a bit. She tried breathing through her nose as it inflated, but whatever was making the video swimmy in her eyes was still getting in.

The first video ended with some quick and easy credits and she watched them scroll slowly upward. A second video started, this one was much more real and clear to her. As she watched a silver woman, looking very much like herself stroll across a posh lobby, a prerecorded soft female voice played in her ears.

"In the future, we predict that the large mega corporations will begin to rely more and more on slave labor. As advances in technology improve, we will be able to offer those who are forced into labor a more rewarding and wonderful life. Let us watch the proper way for a slave to act, shall we?"

Nikki's heart sank as she realized that this was her fate now as well. Determination welled within her. She would resist and get home and expose 'Future World' as the fraud it was, but for now, she had no choice but to watch the silver slave go about her day.

"This is Corporate Slave, Grantz Corporation, number thirty eight ninety five. We can call her CSGS3895 for short. Let's watch as she is a good girl and host to her employer’s guests."

The girl wandered into an elevator unlike any Nikki had ever seen and got out at a different floor. She wandered around a conference room as many business types simply ignored her. A man introduced as her boss called her over and she slid her hands in his pants and began fondling him. Nikki was aghast, is that what John wanted of her? Again the soft voice spoke.

"See how good she is? If you agree, press the button near your right forefinger. If you disagree, press the button next to your left forefinger." Nikki pressed the button on the left.

When her senses return and the sparks faded from her vision she attempted to recreate the events in her mind of what just happened. She experienced agony like she'd never before, some kind of electrical torture. She did not want to feel that again. As she blinked the tears away she read the text on the screen.

"Good slaves are rewarded, bad slaves are punished. Do you agree?"

Nikki did not agree, but didn't want to press the left button ever again. She pressed the right button and her suit jumped into motion. All the nodules began gently massaging her and the suit contracted here and there like the hands of the most caring of lovers. Pleasure washed over her like a thunderbolt and again she saw stars in her vision, but this time she was screaming in pleasure, not agony.

She watched as CSGS3895 continued to go about her daily routine. Her mind became more and more clouded as she watched and pressed the right button whenever a question was asked of her. The pleasure was mind-blowing, the pain was even more so. As she lay there the questions came up on the screen more rapidly than before, such as, "A good slave always wears her gag, do you agree?" and, "A good slave does all she's told, do you agree?" and, "You are a good slave, do you agree?" Nikki fell back into a dizzy stupor. The drugs she was inhaling were robbing her of the feeling of time passing. During one of her more lucid moments she wondered how long she'd been in there. She'd lost count of how many orgasms she'd had, or how many times she'd answered the same question with her right finger. It could have been days, months, weeks or minutes, but to her it was an eternity and a short daydream, both longer than she could imagine and shorter than she wanted. At some point a horrible cold enveloped her and moved from her feet up her body all the way to her head. The painful chill was washed away by the delightful warmth that her suit began to generate almost instantly. It was a strange sensation, but before she really had time to feel the discomfort she was automatically answering yes to the next question.

By the time sunlight had washed over her again, she'd known exactly how a good slave acted and how a bad slave was punished. She hadn't felt like she was moving, let alone flying to a separate country. There was only that strange chill, but she barely remembered it now. She thought that they would have departed from one of the many airports around Manhattan where her apartment was and she thought she'd have to show her passport. The company probably took care of that for her which in her present state she didn't care one way or another. Now she was in a sunny laboratory. The training video had stopped moments ago and then the pod doors had been opened. She could see a beautiful shining city out the window and a silver hand reached down and began depressing buttons which were slowly freeing her. Nikki's strength was gone from the series of orgasms and she couldn't do a thing to fight back. She saw a silver goddess like herself, shorter and less curvy maybe, but still shockingly perfect in her form. The new silver woman reached in and disengaged the straps holding the gag in place and removed it. Nikki breathed a sigh of relief as she closed her jaw and moaned at the agony she felt at doing so. A second silver woman helped the first remove Nikki from her pod and carried her over to a table where they placed her face down. The tables’ surface gave way and molded to her form and she felt some cool liquid seeping up her back and arms and legs. The strange liquid seemed to solidify instantly and pinned her down to the table. She heard someone coming over that had heavier footfalls then the twin silver goddesses and heard him speak to her through the suit.

"Hello Nikki, my name is Dr. Kleimer. I bet you are quite confused and perhaps even angry by how you've been treated. Rest assured, this is all quite legal. Here, let me fill you in while you're being upgraded."

Nikki squirmed in the bonds weakly as things were placed on her back and her entire cat-suit shuddered. She felt her buttocks go numb and slight pricks. They were injecting something into her and she again weakly squirmed. Another video came on in her vision and she watched this new one. It was a documentary.

"The world is a very different place than it was fifty years ago," started the deep male voice over a scene of a glistening city. "The path to our new utopia was started in the most tragic of ways." The scene shifted to a grainy old looking video from a camera that was pointing at a dirty familiar city. The skyline was slightly different, but it was definitely New York City. She squinted at the video and made out a strange building in the horizon.

'Is that the Freedom Plaza Tower?' she asked herself, as she'd seen pictures of what it was supposed to look like, but then the image flashed white. When the harsh white light faded into a rising mushroom cloud she'd understood that supposedly New York had been nuked. 'Whoever made this video had poor taste.' she thought to herself.

"When the 'Al'd e Rasha Cult' caused the deaths of millions of citizens of New York on June, 23rd, 2016, the United States mobilized the most fantastic man hunt in history. Hundreds of innocents would be in the way of the guilty, but not left unharmed. The manhunt for the leader of Al'd e Rasha would eventually be found, but not until they and their allies would remove a great deal of the population that the cult had converted. With thousands of perhaps innocent dead and lesser countries calling for the processing of the leadership of the U.S. to be tried for war crimes, the president of the U.S. had this to say. "

A man appeared on the video, Nikki had no idea who it was and she'd never even heard of John Green, but apparently in this little farce he was the president in 2019, when the video was supposedly filmed. He was a rather dashing man, with a strong chin and black hair. He probably would have been more so without the scar that ran across his face and had claimed an eye. "Citizens of the free world!" he began, "three years ago our country suffered a horrific blow. Today I put into legislation a bill that will allow the labor of prisoners and illegal scum who have fled into our country. On this day we have fit more than one hundred thousand of them with special control collars and in the coming year we will fit a million more. They will rebuild the city of New York into a great and wonderful city of the future."

Nikki stared shocked as the video faded to black and then showed the narrator in a clean business suit. "It's been nearly thirty years since the legalization of slave labor. Crime has almost vanished and now corporations are allowed to own humans who are indebted to them. Collection agencies will make certain that if you can't pay a bill, you'll work it off. The rate varies from company to company, but many people were thrown into servitude with the advent of Vitadyne. Vitadyne, the wonder drug that was invented by chemist Dean Flanego in 2024, cost $40,000 per dose. While its incredible benefits of longevity came at a relatively low cost, those who demanded it were often bankrupted in the process. They often negotiated their daughters or wives into service for a reduced service time. Some of those women are still in the employ of various great companies. UT&T, Micronsoft and Aquatech to name the big three." Nikki's eyes grew wide as she noticed her own company listed among the largest three companies of the future. They were really going to great lengths to make her feel like she was in the future. The restraints melted away and she felt the table shifting under her. It smoothly and liquidly flipped her over so she was facing up at the ceiling.

doctor Kleimer looked down over her. "Are you feeling better?" he asked her gently. She nodded slowly. She could feel the parts of her body that had been numbed and was feeling amazingly good right now, even after all she'd been through. He held up a strange worn looking pad and pressed the screen a few times. The hood of her suit melted away from her face and she breathed deeply in the sterile air of a hospital. It was very different from any sterile air she'd ever inhaled in a hospital. No smell of alcohol or cleaning solutions could be detected.

"Why are you doing this to me?" she asked weakly, "Is this really necessary for this conference?"

The doctor shook his head slowly from side to side. "Is that what they told you?" He waved a finger behind him and a chair made of rays of light sprung up behind him and he sat down. "My dear, this is not a conference, you are in the year 2048. I've been informed by your company that you are to be assigned the designation of CSAT2952." He pressed his pad some more and her suit bleeped happily and flashed blue for a moment. Nikki attempted to sit up and found her strength had returned mostly. "Your boss, rather, your corporate master is legally bound to tell you about the details of your servitude and keep a running balance of how much you owe to them.”

"Owe them? I don't owe them anything!" she said her voice rising, "I work for them! Why should I owe them anything!? I've worked there for seven years!"

The doctor calmly depressed something on his keypad and her arms and legs slid into the surface of the table as it suddenly became very liquid and then re-solidified. Nikki swore and screamed profanities and the doctor waived his two personal slaves over. One of them ran to a cabinet and the other ran around behind her and pulled her head back. There was another bleep from the suit as the doctor pressed yet another command in and the hood reformed over her face, leaving only her mouth exposed. The screens in front of her eyes were dark, but she could guess what was coming. Half of her wanted it and the other half of her didn't. She could feel the two parts of her brain fighting as the soft rubber ball was deeply thrust in-between her upper and lower jaw. There wasn't a strap this time and the ball morphed slightly to the inside of her mouth. The suit continued to form over her face and tightened drastically on the new gag. She screamed pathetically into the gag and attempted to thrash when the pain started. That horrible electrical shock that overloaded all of her senses and made her buck and shake came and went and left her panting for breath. It seemed to not be as bad as last time, but still made her stop being a bad slave.

"Are you going to be a good slave?" the doctor asked her. She nodded and her right index finger twitched slightly. The doctor rewarded her with an intense pleasure sensation and she moaned and came again. Without the drugs in her system was able to wonder where her fluids were going. She figured she'd have drenched the suit at least a dozen times coming here. She felt clean too, like she'd been fresh from a shower. The doctor freed her limbs and she stood up. Her vision cleared and she saw the two other silver goddesses standing before her. Neither of them appeared to have anything large in their mouths, so she guessed they were good slaves. Over each of them she could see green numbers that read 'MSDR842' and 'MSDR1024'. She supposed they could see CSAT2952 over her head. She motioned to the window and made a quizzical noise. The doctor told her that she could go ahead and take a look. She walked over and pressed her face against the glass and looked out. The sun was brilliant and the city was shining like a jewel. Wherever there weren't buildings there were tremendously vital forests. She couldn't see any dirt on the city and it sprawled for miles. Nothing looked familiar, as she assumed it wouldn't, but this was utterly amazing.

Dr. Kleimer cleared his throat. "CSAT2952, you are slated for delivery in an hour. I'm certain you'd love to explore your new home, but we can't really trust you to go straight there, so we're going to deliver you properly." There was a prick near her neck and the shining city before her swirled and went dark.