From Chrystal Heights neighbor Stress City:
“Welcome to Stress City”
Liz drove past the sign without a backward glance. She wasn’t planning on staying in this city long enough to need to feel welcomed. She was going to attend the convention on behalf of Dr. Link and then be back home in Chrystal Heights before dinner.
Liz shook her head. Of all the places she could have ended up as a temp at, it had to be Dr. Link. But apparently his receptionist was out for maternity leave and Dr. Link needed a temp, so here she was.
Not that attending a convention was hard work, of course. All she had to do was sit at a table and hand out business cards. In fact, it might even be interesting. And besides, she had never been to Stress City before.
Stress City wasn’t far from Chrystal Heights. It was small as cities went- under ten thousand residents- and it had a reputation for being a very low-key place to live. In fact, some people said it was practically mandated that residents weren’t allowed to feel stress.
As Liz drove into the downtown area of Stress City, she saw a sight that caught her by surprise.
The traffic light was not working. That itself wasn’t surprising, but what was surprising was the fact that there appeared to be a hovering robot in the intersection directing traffic.
The robot appeared to be a torso with four spindly arms and a head. Liz lowered her window as she got closer to the intersection. She could hear the robot’s voice droning on.
*Please continue your journey without worry,* said the robot. *The traffic guidance system will be functional again shortly. Please do not allow stress to interfere with your daily routine. To help alleviate any stress you may be feeling, please listen to the soothing sounds of ocean waves breaking along the beach.*
As Liz made her way through the intersection, she could hear the sound of ocean waves on the beach. She could even hear the sound of seagulls cawing in the background.
Liz shook her head in amazement. Stress City really took their “No stress, no mess” motto seriously.
She followed her GPS map to the address of the hotel where the convention was being held. Despite arriving early, Liz saw to her dismay that the parking lot was nearly completely filled. It appeared the convention was drawing more people than she had expected. There was a number of spaces still available, of course, but it appeared that would require a good deal of walking. After the long drive from Chrystal Heights, Liz was not in the mood for a long walk, so she cruised the parking spaces closest to the door to see if anything was available.
Then she realized there was an almost invisible space available toward the far corner. It wasn’t the closest space, but it was close enough. As she approached the space, Liz realized another car was closing in from the opposite direction, almost certainly looking to park there as well. Liz gunned her engine slightly, which allowed to her reach the space first. She slid into the space and turned off her car. Then she exited her vehicle and started walking toward the door.
The other car stopped and the window slid down. The driver was an older gentleman, perhaps in his forties.
“Pardon me,” he said, “but you’ve parked in my spot.”
Too late Liz noticed the sign declaring the parking space as ‘Reserved for Employee of the Month’. She pretended not to hear the man and continued toward the door.
Stepping quickly, Liz entered the hotel and made a beeline for the check-in table, as she wanted to avoid the man whose parking spot.
“I’m here to run Dr. Keith Link’s booth,” said Liz.
The woman at the check-in table gave Liz a friendly smile. “Welcome to Stress City,” she said. “I just need your booth validation form and you’re good to go.”
Uh-oh.
“Umm, can I bring it to you later?” said Liz. “I left it in my car.”
The woman shook her head. “I’m afraid not, ma’am,” she said. “I need it before I can let you in.”
Liz glanced over her shoulder and checked the front door. “Seriously?” she said, the tension making her voice raise. “You’re going to make me go all the way back across the parking lot for a stupid form?”
The woman turned and said, “Security!”
A floating four-armed drone, similar to the one Liz saw directing traffic, hovered in her direction.
*Alert! Alert!* said the drone. *Stress-causing interaction detected. Please step away from the table, ma’am.*
Liz blinked. “Are you serious?”
Red barcode lines suddenly projected from where the drone’s face would be. Liz suddenly realized she was being scanned.
“Hey!” she said. “Stop that! I didn’t give you permission to scan me!”
*Stress detected,* said the drone. *Stress modification procedure initiated.*
“What?!” said Liz. “What the hell are you talking about? You can’t regulate my stress!”
One of the drone arms straightened in Liz’s direction. Then she heard a pneumatic *pffffft!* and suddenly a small dart was sticking out of her thigh.
Liz’s eyes widened. “Hey!” she said. “What the fuck?! What the hell did you just…just…just…”
*Modification procedures in process.”
She blinked, but her lips were having trouble forming words. Drugged. She had been drugged. Liz wanted to respond, but a wave of calm had overwhelmed her feistiness. Why was she arguing anyway? Everything was so nice. Peaceful.
*You caused stress,* said the drone. *That is a violation. Reparations are in order.*
Liz blinked. She thought she should form an argument, perhaps explain herself, but that would be too taxing.
The drone ticked and beeped as it processed the information. Then it said, *Viewing breasts reduce stress. You are hereby sentenced to remove your upper garments for a period of four hours. You are not to leave the convention grounds until that time. Punishment now being sent to station computer for processing.*
Liz blinked as the drone’s words sunk in. Did the flying robot just tell her she had to be topless?
The drone’s eyes suddenly flashed green. *Punishment processed and confirmed. Violator is to be stripped of upper garments at this time.*
The drone hovered forward until it was next to Liz. The four spindly arms began removing her top and then bra.
Liz blinked, the tranquilizer in her system interfering with her ability to resist the drone’s rapidly moving limbs. She raised her hands to push away the aggressive drone, but she was unable to prevent the drone from stripping her to the waist.
The drone hovered backward, out of Liz’s reach, her top and bra in its grip. *Violator has been processed,* he said. *Remember, violator, you are restricted to the convention grounds. Do not attempt to cover your upper body, as you are serving the community in this condition. Viewing your breasts helps keep stress from occurring in your vicinity.*
Liz blinked. The tranquilizer was beginning to finally wear off and with that came the embarrassing realization that she was completely topless in front of dozens of people.
“Wait!” she said, her words slurring as she tried to speak through the tranq effects. She crossed her arms over her large, bare breasts. “You can’t take my top…!”
*You clothing has been confiscated until the end of your sentence, violator.*
Liz was blushing from her hairline to her waistline as she felt everybody’s eyes on her. She needed to get out of here. She turned for the door.
Then she stopped. Standing between her and the door was the man whose parking spot she had taken. He was speaking with the hovering security drone. Then the man held out his hand. The drone extended one of its spindly arms and a needle extended. It almost appeared as if the drone was taking a blood sample. Then the drone turned toward Liz again.
*Violation! Violation!*
Liz took a step back. “Me again?”
*You have once again been found to have caused stress, violator,* said the drone. *This is your second violation of the day. You have been found to have caused Jason Carre stress when you parked in his rightfully earned parking space.*
Liz assumed a look of complete innocence. “I had no idea!” she said, as clearly as her numbed lips would allow.
Suddenly a hologram projected from the drone’s eyes. The hologram showed Liz exiting her car and glancing at the sign, then ignoring the man as she made her way toward the hotel entrance.
Uh-oh.
“Ummm,” said Liz. “I mean, I wasn’t really-“
*Violation! Violation!* said the drone. *You are charged with intentional stressitation. One moment, please.*
The drone’s eyes blinked several different colors as the interface with the main computer was accessed and information transmitted. Then the drone’s eyes blinked green.
*Violator will de-stress the victim. Recompense to commence immediately.*
Liz blinked. Recompense? What the hell was the stupid robot talking about?
*As per statute 85-445H, oral sex shall be the service rendered by the stressitor. Recompense to begin immediately.*
Liz worked through the drone’s formulaic statement in her head. Then her eyes widened.
“Oral sex?!” she said. “No way!”
One of the drone’s arms extended and Liz spun around to run for the side door. Liz heard the pneumatic *pfffft!* and a moment later felt a sharp pinch on her left butt cheek.
*Violator has been sentenced,* said the drone. *Recompense to begin shortly.*
Liz waited for the tranq to take effect, but that didn’t happen. Instead Liz detected a slow, burning, erotic heat beginning to blossom in her belly.
*Preliminary arousal stage in effect.*
The heat was growing more intense now, more demanding. Liz gasped, her nipples hardening. She was impossibly wet, her thighs pressed together. She was shuddering.
*Second preliminary stage beginning.*
Oh, gawd. Liz couldn’t think. Her pussy, her nipples, her whole body was an impossible erogenous zone. She dropped to her knees, her hand slapping between her legs. Her eyes closed tightly as she desperately tried to control her hands.
*Third preliminary stage in process.*
Liz moaned, her hand sliding into her panties against her will, her fingers desperately working her clit, sliding, pinching, grasping.
But she couldn’t cum. She couldn’t make the crazy impossible heat stop.
“I can’t!” she wailed.
*Affirmative,* said the drone. *Your system is unable to complete it’s climax until the DNA signature of your victim is recognized by your system.*
Liz moaned, her heat impossibly high. “What the hell are you saying?!”
The woman behind the desk said, “He’s saying you can’t climax until you swallow his semen, sweetie.”
Oh, gawd. She had to come. She *had* to.
But she couldn’t.
And then Liz found herself dropping to her knees in front of the man, a man whose name she didn’t even know, and desperately pulling his cock out of his pants. She wrapped her lips around the stranger’s shaft and began to suck his dick with an impossibly heated passion. Back-and-forth her warm, wet mouth slid over his cock, again and again. Even the taste of his pre-cum was causing mini-explosions in her belly.
*Compliance stage in process.*
Liz stroked her tightly-wrapped lips over his shaft, her tongue sliding along the underside of his cock. Wet slurping sounds emerged as her mouth worked his dick without pause.
*Recompense stage about to begin.*
And when he finally exploded in her mouth, his heavy semen shooting down her throat and filling her belly, it triggered her release. And the effect of Liz moaning around his cock as she came convulsively, her hips bucking even as she swallowed load after load from the stranger, caused him to ejaculate even harder.
*Recompense stage nearing completion.*
At last the stranger pulled his fully drained dick from her mouth. And only then, still on her knees, belly full of semen, did it occur to Liz that she had just blown a man- a stranger- in front of a large crowd.
Eyes closed, cheeks burning, the taste of the stranger’s semen still in her mouth, Liz could only get to her feet slowly, trying to draw what little dignity remained about her. As much dignity as a topless woman with a belly full of semen could manage.
*Victim has been de-stressed,” said the drone. *Violator has satisfied penalty. Please have a nice, stress-free day, citizens. And violator, welcome to Stress City. Please be sure to observe and obey our laws to ensure a stress-free experience.*
October 2019
“Welcome to Stress City”
Liz drove past the sign without a backward glance. She wasn’t planning on staying in this city long enough to need to feel welcomed. She was going to attend the convention on behalf of Dr. Link and then be back home in Chrystal Heights before dinner.
Liz shook her head. Of all the places she could have ended up as a temp at, it had to be Dr. Link. But apparently his receptionist was out for maternity leave and Dr. Link needed a temp, so here she was.
Not that attending a convention was hard work, of course. All she had to do was sit at a table and hand out business cards. In fact, it might even be interesting. And besides, she had never been to Stress City before.
Stress City wasn’t far from Chrystal Heights. It was small as cities went- under ten thousand residents- and it had a reputation for being a very low-key place to live. In fact, some people said it was practically mandated that residents weren’t allowed to feel stress.
As Liz drove into the downtown area of Stress City, she saw a sight that caught her by surprise.
The traffic light was not working. That itself wasn’t surprising, but what was surprising was the fact that there appeared to be a hovering robot in the intersection directing traffic.
The robot appeared to be a torso with four spindly arms and a head. Liz lowered her window as she got closer to the intersection. She could hear the robot’s voice droning on.
*Please continue your journey without worry,* said the robot. *The traffic guidance system will be functional again shortly. Please do not allow stress to interfere with your daily routine. To help alleviate any stress you may be feeling, please listen to the soothing sounds of ocean waves breaking along the beach.*
As Liz made her way through the intersection, she could hear the sound of ocean waves on the beach. She could even hear the sound of seagulls cawing in the background.
Liz shook her head in amazement. Stress City really took their “No stress, no mess” motto seriously.
She followed her GPS map to the address of the hotel where the convention was being held. Despite arriving early, Liz saw to her dismay that the parking lot was nearly completely filled. It appeared the convention was drawing more people than she had expected. There was a number of spaces still available, of course, but it appeared that would require a good deal of walking. After the long drive from Chrystal Heights, Liz was not in the mood for a long walk, so she cruised the parking spaces closest to the door to see if anything was available.
Then she realized there was an almost invisible space available toward the far corner. It wasn’t the closest space, but it was close enough. As she approached the space, Liz realized another car was closing in from the opposite direction, almost certainly looking to park there as well. Liz gunned her engine slightly, which allowed to her reach the space first. She slid into the space and turned off her car. Then she exited her vehicle and started walking toward the door.
The other car stopped and the window slid down. The driver was an older gentleman, perhaps in his forties.
“Pardon me,” he said, “but you’ve parked in my spot.”
Too late Liz noticed the sign declaring the parking space as ‘Reserved for Employee of the Month’. She pretended not to hear the man and continued toward the door.
Stepping quickly, Liz entered the hotel and made a beeline for the check-in table, as she wanted to avoid the man whose parking spot.
“I’m here to run Dr. Keith Link’s booth,” said Liz.
The woman at the check-in table gave Liz a friendly smile. “Welcome to Stress City,” she said. “I just need your booth validation form and you’re good to go.”
Uh-oh.
“Umm, can I bring it to you later?” said Liz. “I left it in my car.”
The woman shook her head. “I’m afraid not, ma’am,” she said. “I need it before I can let you in.”
Liz glanced over her shoulder and checked the front door. “Seriously?” she said, the tension making her voice raise. “You’re going to make me go all the way back across the parking lot for a stupid form?”
The woman turned and said, “Security!”
A floating four-armed drone, similar to the one Liz saw directing traffic, hovered in her direction.
*Alert! Alert!* said the drone. *Stress-causing interaction detected. Please step away from the table, ma’am.*
Liz blinked. “Are you serious?”
Red barcode lines suddenly projected from where the drone’s face would be. Liz suddenly realized she was being scanned.
“Hey!” she said. “Stop that! I didn’t give you permission to scan me!”
*Stress detected,* said the drone. *Stress modification procedure initiated.*
“What?!” said Liz. “What the hell are you talking about? You can’t regulate my stress!”
One of the drone arms straightened in Liz’s direction. Then she heard a pneumatic *pffffft!* and suddenly a small dart was sticking out of her thigh.
Liz’s eyes widened. “Hey!” she said. “What the fuck?! What the hell did you just…just…just…”
*Modification procedures in process.”
She blinked, but her lips were having trouble forming words. Drugged. She had been drugged. Liz wanted to respond, but a wave of calm had overwhelmed her feistiness. Why was she arguing anyway? Everything was so nice. Peaceful.
*You caused stress,* said the drone. *That is a violation. Reparations are in order.*
Liz blinked. She thought she should form an argument, perhaps explain herself, but that would be too taxing.
The drone ticked and beeped as it processed the information. Then it said, *Viewing breasts reduce stress. You are hereby sentenced to remove your upper garments for a period of four hours. You are not to leave the convention grounds until that time. Punishment now being sent to station computer for processing.*
Liz blinked as the drone’s words sunk in. Did the flying robot just tell her she had to be topless?
The drone’s eyes suddenly flashed green. *Punishment processed and confirmed. Violator is to be stripped of upper garments at this time.*
The drone hovered forward until it was next to Liz. The four spindly arms began removing her top and then bra.
Liz blinked, the tranquilizer in her system interfering with her ability to resist the drone’s rapidly moving limbs. She raised her hands to push away the aggressive drone, but she was unable to prevent the drone from stripping her to the waist.
The drone hovered backward, out of Liz’s reach, her top and bra in its grip. *Violator has been processed,* he said. *Remember, violator, you are restricted to the convention grounds. Do not attempt to cover your upper body, as you are serving the community in this condition. Viewing your breasts helps keep stress from occurring in your vicinity.*
Liz blinked. The tranquilizer was beginning to finally wear off and with that came the embarrassing realization that she was completely topless in front of dozens of people.
“Wait!” she said, her words slurring as she tried to speak through the tranq effects. She crossed her arms over her large, bare breasts. “You can’t take my top…!”
*You clothing has been confiscated until the end of your sentence, violator.*
Liz was blushing from her hairline to her waistline as she felt everybody’s eyes on her. She needed to get out of here. She turned for the door.
Then she stopped. Standing between her and the door was the man whose parking spot she had taken. He was speaking with the hovering security drone. Then the man held out his hand. The drone extended one of its spindly arms and a needle extended. It almost appeared as if the drone was taking a blood sample. Then the drone turned toward Liz again.
*Violation! Violation!*
Liz took a step back. “Me again?”
*You have once again been found to have caused stress, violator,* said the drone. *This is your second violation of the day. You have been found to have caused Jason Carre stress when you parked in his rightfully earned parking space.*
Liz assumed a look of complete innocence. “I had no idea!” she said, as clearly as her numbed lips would allow.
Suddenly a hologram projected from the drone’s eyes. The hologram showed Liz exiting her car and glancing at the sign, then ignoring the man as she made her way toward the hotel entrance.
Uh-oh.
“Ummm,” said Liz. “I mean, I wasn’t really-“
*Violation! Violation!* said the drone. *You are charged with intentional stressitation. One moment, please.*
The drone’s eyes blinked several different colors as the interface with the main computer was accessed and information transmitted. Then the drone’s eyes blinked green.
*Violator will de-stress the victim. Recompense to commence immediately.*
Liz blinked. Recompense? What the hell was the stupid robot talking about?
*As per statute 85-445H, oral sex shall be the service rendered by the stressitor. Recompense to begin immediately.*
Liz worked through the drone’s formulaic statement in her head. Then her eyes widened.
“Oral sex?!” she said. “No way!”
One of the drone’s arms extended and Liz spun around to run for the side door. Liz heard the pneumatic *pfffft!* and a moment later felt a sharp pinch on her left butt cheek.
*Violator has been sentenced,* said the drone. *Recompense to begin shortly.*
Liz waited for the tranq to take effect, but that didn’t happen. Instead Liz detected a slow, burning, erotic heat beginning to blossom in her belly.
*Preliminary arousal stage in effect.*
The heat was growing more intense now, more demanding. Liz gasped, her nipples hardening. She was impossibly wet, her thighs pressed together. She was shuddering.
*Second preliminary stage beginning.*
Oh, gawd. Liz couldn’t think. Her pussy, her nipples, her whole body was an impossible erogenous zone. She dropped to her knees, her hand slapping between her legs. Her eyes closed tightly as she desperately tried to control her hands.
*Third preliminary stage in process.*
Liz moaned, her hand sliding into her panties against her will, her fingers desperately working her clit, sliding, pinching, grasping.
But she couldn’t cum. She couldn’t make the crazy impossible heat stop.
“I can’t!” she wailed.
*Affirmative,* said the drone. *Your system is unable to complete it’s climax until the DNA signature of your victim is recognized by your system.*
Liz moaned, her heat impossibly high. “What the hell are you saying?!”
The woman behind the desk said, “He’s saying you can’t climax until you swallow his semen, sweetie.”
Oh, gawd. She had to come. She *had* to.
But she couldn’t.
And then Liz found herself dropping to her knees in front of the man, a man whose name she didn’t even know, and desperately pulling his cock out of his pants. She wrapped her lips around the stranger’s shaft and began to suck his dick with an impossibly heated passion. Back-and-forth her warm, wet mouth slid over his cock, again and again. Even the taste of his pre-cum was causing mini-explosions in her belly.
*Compliance stage in process.*
Liz stroked her tightly-wrapped lips over his shaft, her tongue sliding along the underside of his cock. Wet slurping sounds emerged as her mouth worked his dick without pause.
*Recompense stage about to begin.*
And when he finally exploded in her mouth, his heavy semen shooting down her throat and filling her belly, it triggered her release. And the effect of Liz moaning around his cock as she came convulsively, her hips bucking even as she swallowed load after load from the stranger, caused him to ejaculate even harder.
*Recompense stage nearing completion.*
At last the stranger pulled his fully drained dick from her mouth. And only then, still on her knees, belly full of semen, did it occur to Liz that she had just blown a man- a stranger- in front of a large crowd.
Eyes closed, cheeks burning, the taste of the stranger’s semen still in her mouth, Liz could only get to her feet slowly, trying to draw what little dignity remained about her. As much dignity as a topless woman with a belly full of semen could manage.
*Victim has been de-stressed,” said the drone. *Violator has satisfied penalty. Please have a nice, stress-free day, citizens. And violator, welcome to Stress City. Please be sure to observe and obey our laws to ensure a stress-free experience.*
October 2019