Officer Deacon rubbed her tired eyes behind her glasses. “I’m open to suggestions.”
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“Here’s how this will work,” said Kristen, securing the choke chain around Piper’s neck and feeding the end of it into one of the discreet tracks that ran through the seams of the room.
With a tap of Officer Deacon’s tablet, the chain raised itself mechanically to the ceiling and moved itself to hang over the empty stretch of floor in front of the camera. Once in place, it wound itself short enough to just barely allow Piper to stand directly beneath it, with her back straight and feet flat, without incurring any uncomfortable pressure.
“We’re not going to hurt you.” Kristen cuffed Piper’s hands behind her back, and showed her the thick wand vibrator from the pleasure implements section. “The opposite, actually. This tool isn’t normally used for debt collection. Normally, you would have to spend points to feel this.”
She turned on the vibrator and brushed it very briefly over Piper’s clit.
Piper’s knees bent reflexively, tightening the chain. She took in a strangled gasp and then hurried to regain her footing in a sturdier stance.
“We’re not going to charge you for it today,” said Kristen.
“Oh, thank you for your mercy,” said Piper sarcastically. “That’s what I’m supposed to say, right?”
“You’re not going to be saying anything, at least not for a while,” said Kristen, reaching to accept the ball gag Officer Deacon had already gathered for this purpose.
“Ooh, am I going to be the first televised subject to be gagged?” Piper asked, though her exuberance now felt more forced, tinged with disappointment. “People are really going to wonder now what I was saying, that you felt the need to hide from th—”
Kristen stuck the ball in her mouth and secured the straps behind her neck.
“When you’re ready to tell us how to fix your device, tap your foot twice. Then, once you’re locked back up and your service video is done, you’ll be allowed to sit down and discuss repayment for the rest of your debt. Because of the trouble you’ve caused, you’ll be choosing from a pared-down menu. I expect you’ll be spending a lot of the next month in stocks, sensory deprivation tanks, and other dull, uncomfortable places where no one will have to pay any attention to you.”
Piper’s eyes followed her intently. Kristen could only catch so much of her expression with her mouth fixed around the gag. She might have been annoyed, impressed, or both.
“Is the camera still running?” Kristen asked.
“It is,” said Officer Deacon. “Wow me at your leisure.”
Kristen stepped in front of Piper, face to the camera.
“Hi there!” she waved at the lens. “I’m Kristen, and some of you might remember me from another PSA that ran a few months ago, where I was receiving the Bureau’s mercy for my debt. Well, I’ve come a long way since then, and today, I’m here to give you a different kind of visual demonstration of how the Bureau’s mercy actually works. This,” she smacked Piper’s ample ass, “is Piper. She stole a lot of pleasure, so, naturally, she got caught.”
Kristen coughed away a sudden, sticky feeling in the back of her throat, and then quickly recovered her announcer’s voice.
“She needs a lot of correction.” Kristen spread Piper’s labia gently with her fingers. “We could spank this overindulged vulva all day long and still not recover what she owes. But the Bureau is about more than that. Let me show you something.”
She brought the vibrator wand back to Piper’s clit. Piper was ready for it this time. Her legs trembled but held.
“Piper understands that if she loses her self-control now, it’ll cause a serious problem.” Kristen rattled the chain around Piper’s neck. “Just like in so many of the situations we all face every day. She understands that, and yet…”
Kristen pulled the vibrator away and watched the feed on the screen, to make sure it had fully captured the way Piper’s hips followed the vibrations, until they were completely out of reach.
“Yet she can’t help pursuing the pleasure, even knowing it could kill her. Now, here’s where the Bureau comes in.”
Kristen put the vibrator back to Piper’s clit and watched her closely, mentally timing the slight gyrations of her hips, the bursts of tension in her thigh muscles. Right before the point of no return, Kristen pulled the vibrator away, leaving Piper clenching her legs together against the nothingness in front of her, moaning behind her gag.
“We protect people from the collapses and pitfalls they can’t steer out of themselves. It doesn’t always feel good, but with reasonable cooperation, it’s painless, and a whole lot better than falling into life’s nooses.”
Kristen put the vibrator back in place.
“Unfortunately, when people try to fool and hide from us, we can’t always get there in time. That’s when a little safe pain becomes the only option.”
With so little recovery time, still so close to the edge, it only took a few seconds for Piper’s knees to buckle, bringing her weight down on the chain. Her face reddened, and the beginnings of an orgasmic moan turned to a gurgle in her compressed throat. She kicked, trying to force sense back into her legs.
All of these reactions took place over the course of less than a second, the same time it took Kristen to retrieve the paddle from the table behind her and give Piper’s pussy one more good smack, cutting her off and slamming her back to earth.
Kristen wrapped her arm around Piper’s back to support her as she righted herself, though she no longer needed much assistance.
“When you fall into overindulgence,” Kristen told the camera, “you can count on the Bureau not only to catch you, but to put you back on your own feet.”
Kristen swapped the paddle for the wand again.
“And if you let us, we can even teach you recognize when what you think you want is about to turn on you.”
She pressed the vibrating tip hard against Piper’s clit while it was still reeling in tainted, pleasureless orgasm recovery.
Piper screamed into the ball gag, wobbled heavily against Kristen, and then tapped her foot, not twice but eight times in a rapid drumbeat.
Kristen pulled the wand away immediately and reached behind Piper’s neck for the clasp of the gag.
“You know the line,” Kristen whispered low, as she unfastened it and gently tugged the ball free.
“Thank you.” Piper coughed and failed to remove the sound of strain from her throat. “For your mercy.”
Kristen wagered that was close enough.
“You’re ready to tell us?” she asked.
Piper nodded weakly. “Just let me out of these, and I’ll show you what I did.”
Kristen looked to Officer Deacon, who tapped the command on her tablet to release the choke chain, with a hint of cautious optimism hovering at the corners of her mouth.
“Did you believe any of what you said?” Piper croaked low to Kristen, as Kristen uncuffed her hands from behind her back. “I can usually tell, but you’ve got me. Are you a true believer or just a really good dancing monkey?”
Silently, Kristen led Piper back to the table, sat her down, and pushed the open chastity device toward her.
Piper waited a few more seconds with a questioning look on her face. Kristen only raised the wand and gave it a quick, harsh, buzzing pulse.
Finally, Piper sighed and picked up the device, following one of its chains to the latching device at the end and holding it up to the light.
“See how it’s bent just a millimeter or so off?” she asked.
Kristen and Officer Deacon both leaned in close to squint at the nearly imperceptible irregularity.
“Don’t worry, I couldn’t do anything to it while I was wearing it,” said Piper. “I made the modification during a ‘legitimate’ unlocking session, while the officer’s back was turned. And now….”
She fed the chain into the mechanism and held it out for Officer Deacon to tap her keycard to its sensor. The officer entered the command to secure the device, and it tightened itself around an imaginary person.
Once the chains were finished reeling themselves in, Piper grabbed the chain on the side she’d been demonstrating with, applied pressure at a very precise diagonal angle, and popped it free.
The trick was so subtle that Kristen almost missed it.
At the same time as making such a show of getting the perfect leverage, Piper pressed her thumb against the device’s sensor. She had a slight lump under the skin of her thumb pad, easily mistaken for a callus, but exactly the same shape as the stone on Zach’s ring. When it touched the sensor, it emitted the briefest flash of light.
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