"It's the near future and justice has changed, small time female criminals are made to serve community service as stress relief sex toys as part of the Public Service laws. Equinym was charged with a small crime and now begins they're first day as a community sex toy. Resistance is meaningless as a Public Service employee pushes Equinym into a free booth, bends them by the waist and traps them in the wall contraption, Equinym's lower torso and wrists secured. Now Equinym can only wait, wait for the hours to pass as any number of people will come to their booth and sexual use them like a cheap toy"

As Marla squirmed in the booth, her white and blue underwear doing little to hide her curves, a crowd began to form outside. "She's new," a voice said, eagerly pushing through the crowd to press the button revealing Marla's photo and information on the screen. "Haven't seen her before."

A gasp escaped someone's lips as they read her name, age, occupation, and crime: public indecency. Laughter filled the air as people scoffed and shook their heads. One person picked up the marker and wrote something crude on Marla's upper torso, giggling as they stepped back.

The first man approached with purpose, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He carefully selected a condom from the box, pulling it over his cock as the hum

of whispers and giggles grew louder. Marla, feeling eyes on her, glanced up at the screen, her dark eyes locked onto the crowd as they ogled her. She squirmed again, trying to adjust her position, but the restraints held firm.

The first man's face twisted into a lascivious grin as he reached out to touch Marla's thigh. "You're so... curvy," he breathed, his hand trailing up her leg to her underwear line. Marla blushed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

As the man began to explore her body, whispers turned to excited murmurs and gasps. Someone pressed the button, switching the screen to a live feed of Marla's upper torso. Her glasses slipped down her nose as she looked up, meeting the gaze of the crowd once more.

"Touch her," someone whispered

in the crowd, a soft moan echoing their words. The man grinned and nodded, his hand moving lower to grip Marla's breast through her underwear.

As he began to squeeze and knead it, the whispers turned into groans and pleasurable moans. Another person stepped forward, selecting a condom as well, and joined the first man at Marla's side. They took turns fondling her breasts and pinching her nipples through her thin fabric.

The sexual assault continued for what felt like an eternity to Marla, each touch igniting a fire within her body that she couldn't control. She writhed against the restraints, moaning helplessly as her juices seeped into the crack between

her thighs. The men continued to ravage her, taking turns penetrating her as they pleased.

A third person joined in, not bothering with a condom as he eagerly thrust into Marla's wetness. She screamed in pleasure and pain as the men used her like an object, disregarding her moans and groans of ecstasy.

As they neared their release, the men became rougher, slapping her ass and pulling her hair. Marla's mind became consumed by the sensations of her body, her inhibitions lost as she surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.

Finally, one by one, the men finished and left the booth. Marla was left alone, panting and sweaty, still trapped in the wall contraption. As the adrenaline faded, she began to feel a sense of shame and guilt wash over her. But she knew that tomorrow would bring another day

of this twisted, degrading cycle.

For the rest of her eight-hour shift, men and women would come in and out of her booth to use her however they pleased. Some were kinder than others, but all treated her as nothing more than an object to be used for their pleasure.

Marla felt a sense of hopelessness creeping up on her as she served her time as a Public Service toy. Her self-esteem was being worn down with each passing day, and she felt that no one could ever see her as anything other than a sexual plaything.

But despite it all, there was a part of her that couldn't deny the thrill of being used so thoroughly. Each orgasm brought her closer to the edge, and she found herself eagerly awaiting the next person to enter her booth.

And as the final hour approached, Marla found herself yearning for someone to

Marla's body was covered in sweat, her hair matted against her forehead as she lay there panting. The pleasure and pain had become an endless cycle, leaving her body trembling and her mind hazy.

She tried to move, feeling the used condoms and other garbage still inside her. But the restraints kept her firmly in place, reminding her that she was nothing more than a Public Service toy.

As the final minutes of her shift ticked by, Marla closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the sensations coursing through her body. She knew that tomorrow would bring another day of this degrading service, but for now, she could only focus on the moment and the pleasure it brought her.

As the clock ticked closer to the start of her next shift as a Public Service toy, Marla's heart began to race with nervous anticipation. The thought of spending another day trapped in the wall contraption, used by countless strangers for their pleasure, made her stomach turn.

But despite the fear and disgust, there was also a part of her that longed for the raw, unbridled pleasure that came with each orgasm. Her body craved the sensation of being filled and used, even though her mind knew it was wrong.

The door to her booth opened, and Marla braced herself for what was to come. She felt hands on her, pushing and prodding her into position, securing her limbs and torso in place.

And then, just like the day before, the first person entered her booth, ready to use her for their own satisfaction.

Each person who came into Marla's booth that day brought with them their own desires and fantasies, taking pleasure in using her body however they pleased. Some were gentle, others rough, but all treated her as an object to be used for their pleasure.

Marla felt a sense of detachment from her body, as if she were watching the scene unfold from afar. But at the same time, there was a thrill that coursed through her each time she was brought to climax, her body writhing with ecstasy.

Hours passed like this, with Marla becoming increasingly numb to the sensations around her. By the end of her shift, she felt completely drained, both physically and emotionally.

As she was released from the wall contraption and led out of the Public Service building, Marla wondered how much longer she could continue living this way. The pleasure had become entw