Farmex™ Reduction.

A disinterested attendant said "Booth 12, down the hall.", as he handed Liz a keycard.

She walked down the narrow corridor, and inhaled the stink of piss and shit eagerly. She'd done her research. She'd had a year and a little's worth of experience with the real world, and wasn't impressed. Taxes, work, and all of that stuff really didn't tickle her fancy. The things she'd heard about Farmex, on the other hand?

She came to booth twelve, and scanned the card.

The door opened into a very neat little dressing room with a rather odd floor, and a few hygienic utensils hanging from the ceiling. she walked in, and the door closed behind her. She turned around to look, but only saw a slightly discolored panel.

"I guess that was the point of no return."

Leaning back against the door, she took stock of the little pod she found herself in.

The room was two meters by two meters, perfectly white, with the middle thirty centimeters paralel to the door being being bright red, and lined by black troughs about twenty centimeters wide and deep.

There was a mirror on the wall oposite her, with an electric trimmer dangling from in front of her. She got up to take a closer look when an unseen speaker sprang to life, and spoke to her in a gentle young woman's voice.

"Welcome to Farmex™. Please remove all clothes and jewelry, and put them on the red area of the floor."

"And so it begins." Liz thought aloud.

She kicked off her black leather boots, and lifted her yellow dress over her head, revealing she had't been wearing underwear. She crumpled her clothes in the corner of the red area, and took a look at herself in the mirror.

She was many things, but humble wasn't one of them. She was smokin', and she knew it. Porcelain skin, medium length red curly hair, green eyes, and pale lips.

Complimenting her beautifull face were perfect B cup breasts, and a vagina covered in red fuzz.

Just the thought of what she was doing got her juices flowing (quite literally), but before she could endulge herself the speaker came back to life.

"Please, use the trimmer in front of you to shave your head and pubic."

This came as a surprise, but she didn't mind.

"Okay…"

She said as she moved to the mirror, and began work on her head, crotch, and arm pits. The occassional vibration doing nothing to slow the now steady flow of juices.

Just as she finished up trimming herself, she could no longer resist the urge, and ran her left hand across her soaking cunt. Her middle finger just barely flicking the inside of her asshole as she slowly and deliberately ran her flat palm across her genitals, emerging from between her legs, and across her clitoris.

She dropped down on the floor, and rubbed her drenched left hand dry on the back of her smooth head while her right hand went to work.

She moaned in pleasure while she used her ten years worth of masturbation experience to coaxe herself to a brilliant orgasm.

She came closer and closer and clo- and "OOOOOOHHHHHHHH FUUUUUUCCCCKKKK!" rattled from her as she rode her orgasm into yesterweek.

As she got up, she noticed she's left a brilliant little pool of her own juices, And as soon as she was upright she the speaker resumed it's lecture.

"Please get on your hands and knees, placing your feet on the red lights, your knees on the yellow, and your hands on the green."

Inside the back troughs, lights had appeared at points that looked arbitrary.
Liz sheepishly obeyed, and the second all six points were touched; restraining cuffs shot out from the lining of the trough to lock her wrists, knees, and legs in place.

As soon as she was locked, the red panel beneath her gave way, and her three articles of clothing fell into what looked like the void, sounded like water, and smelled of scat and sex.

The speaker once again gave output. But this time the pleasant voice guiding her in was replaced with a less perfect, presumably live voice of a middle aged man.

"LIZ BECKER, AGE 19, Weight of 60 kilograms to the gram, you are hereby stripped of your name, and are now Farmex™ DU-7687. Since you came in at the biggining of the day, you'll be waiting about 12 hours before our staff come get you.

Since entering the pre-processing room you have spoken 15 words and had one self induced orgasm. Neither if those are allowed. You could't have known that, so you'll only receive a mild punishment. You will NOT break these rules again. Enjoy your wait, and get to liking that smell, FDU-7687."

A few seconds after the unknown finished his monologue, the lights went out, and three streams of ice cold water began gently pouring over her back.

A deep shuddering exhalation as reflex to the cold accompanied a massive, shit eating grin.

"This is exaxtly what I wanted", thought FDU-7687.

This is far closer to what I had in mind. I was rushed typing that first draft.

I took out the mention of the planned overarching plot, because I think it was premature. The title alone is enough.