Tyra quickly opened the first box, wanting to avoid another punishment. The box appeared to be filled with clothes, but what immediately caught her attention was the single piece of paper lying atop them. It said: Put one drop from the vial into your left ear and await further instructions. She looked, and there it was. A glass vial with a rubber squeeze bulb. She picked it up and hesitated. She knew the price of disobeying, but did she really want to put and unknown liquid provided by an unknown sadistic pervert into her ear?
The answer was no, but the now familiar movement of the mechanical tentacles in her petticoat spurred her to action. She quickly tilted her head to the right, raised the vial to her ear, and obeyed.
The liquid was cold, but other than that nothing seemed to have happened. Then she heard the static. She heard a voice through the white noise, faintly at first, but getting clearer and clearer.
"Testing. Can you hear me slave?"
The voice was distorted by some means, but Tyra had no trouble understanding it. Her captor now had direct communication to her, but she had no way to respond.
"I'll assume you can. You've just sent millions of tiny machines into your body which will, among other things, let me communicate with you. In one of the packages I sent you there is a webcam. As of now, you have two minutes to attach it to your computer. If you don't make it in time there will be a punishment."
A moan of despair escaped Tyra's supple lips.
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