Objectification in Space

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Ziza awoke surprisingly refreshed. The pod opened by itself, and pulled her gently into a standing position before unlocking her field emitters. She stretched and then headed for the showers. As she came in, she noticed a small robot crawling along the wall, cleaning it. The robot bleeped in surprise, and scurried away to a dark patch in the rafters.

"Didn't mean to surprise you," Ziza said to it, but it didn't respond. She sat down on the bench, which was made out of a very nice form of simulated wood, and reviewed her HUD files on undressing and showering. It showed her another picture in the same cartoony art style as the submission videos in the turret of her locking herself into the shower, fully dressed, and then one of her security keys descending and locking itself into her and undressing her.

"Only one way to find out," she said as she programmed the shower for a standard wash cycle and then stepped in. The shackles locked themselves automatically and adjusted to pull her body taut. And then she felt an indescribable feeling as the shower interfaced with her. The corset and bra retracted into her body, and the chastity belt opened itself to allow for cleaning. And clean her the shower did. For a few moments toward the end, the shower inexplicably focused on her girl parts, rinsing with a pressure washer that felt SO good. She could feel herself warming up for an orgasm... and then suddenly all the sensation vanished. She bucked weakly, but when she looked down the machine was still finishing its auto-rinse.

She didn't realize there was a metal implant forming a ring around the base of her clit that was there to make sure she couldn't get off without her captain's permission through the control key. And she had been a relatively bad girl so the ship had decided to torment her with a ruined orgasm.