India Grace stood outside a tall austere building and steadied herself for what she was about to go through. The building stood out by being non-descript, usually a building of this size would be plastered with the holographic adverts that people had recently gotten used to and would at least have the odd robot or 2 cleaning the outside.

India appeared to be wearing a smart business suit, tight fitting and navy blue, however like most people these days, she was actually wearing a plain green jumpsuit onto which her Saturn smart pod would project her clothing as it floated around her in a subtle way, the only clothing she had that couldn't be projected as a hologram were her 3 inch high heels that she had picked out especially for today. It was 6pm, the light was fading and the day was coming to an end for everyone else but for India it was just beginning.

"OK Saturn!" Announced India, the smart pod hovered in front of her a projected a screen of options, "call Taskmaster industries." the logo on the screen changed into the calling logo and before long a voice emanated from the pod.

"Taskmaster industries." announced a cheerful voice.

"It's India Grace, I'm here for the challenge." As soon as she finished speaking, a door revealed itself and swung wide open for her to walk through. As India arrived in the reception area the chirpy blonde receptionist didn't let her wait a second, she was shown straight through to a well-appointed office.

"If you will wait here, the process of beginning the challenge is completely automated" beamed the receptionist as she turned to leave, India watched as she walked out the door and was shocked to see that for a split second her outfit stopped being projected and she wasn't wearing anything underneath. It wasn't long enough to gawk but the half a second of naked receptionist threw her enough that she jumped when the room spoke to her in a soft spoken British accent.

"Good afternoon India, to begin let's get the legal formalities out of the way, for the record please state that you are India Grace, you have, of your own free will, accepted the humiliation challenge from Taskmaster Industries, you agree to carry out any and all instructions given by us for the next 24 hours and on successful completion we agree to transfer the sum of 500 Bitcoin into your account."

This was the moment of no return for India, she could walk out now and nothing more would be made of this, however India was always a little into humiliation and 500 Bitcoin was enough to never have to work at that crappy bar ever again.

"I agree" announced India.

"Very good" chimed the voice, "one last formality, if at any point you wish to stop the challenge, you need simply say 'challenge over.' you will not get any money however you will not be obliged to follow our orders, do you understand?"

"I do" exclaimed India, although she promised herself that no matter what she would not be using those words.

"Very well, first let's get you scanned, could you please take off your jumpsuit and stand with your hands to your side?"

India reached through her holographic clothes and felt the smooth fabric underneath, she pulled the collar apart and slid her only physical clothing off her body, she then tossed it to one side. Almost at once a blue grid of lights passed over her body and she listened as an austere robotic voice listed off her statistics:

"Height: 178cm, weight: 74kg," India blushed, she was sure she was less than that but the robot didn't care. "Ethnicity: mixed - white British and black Caribbean, Hair: none" like many people, India had shaved her head so that the hologram on the smart pod could take care of her hairstyle. "Shoe size: 6, bra size: 32dd..."

It was a while before the robot stopped listing off stats and the friendly British voice reappeared.

"One last thing before we get going, on the table in front of you there is a docking station for your smart pod. Please place it in there and accept any permission requests that pop up in front of you." India hesitated, these days everyone's lives were in their smart pods, with unfettered access Taskmaster would be able to control everything about her life. She stepped forward, caught the pod out of mid-air and pushed it into the docking station, immediately the warning came up:

WARNING: USER: TASKMASTER INDUSTRIES IS REQUESTING PERMISSION FOR FULL ADMINISTRATIVE ACCESS TO THIS SMART POD, DO YOU ACCEPT?

India gulped, then waved her hand at the button that said "accept."

"Thank you India, now for a demonstration of what we are now capable of" said the cheerful British voice. The smart pod pulled up a screen in front of her, displaying her camera on full body selfie mode. India watched as her smart business suit dissolved into nothing, leaving her naked body and high heel shoes. Then out of thin air a new outfit emerged, a leather waist corset was added, as was a gimp mask covering everything but her eyes and mouth (which had now had a liberal coat of makeup added) with a long blonde ponytail sticking out the back. Her still exposed breasts had virtual piercings added with a chain connecting them. Then as a final touch a tattoo was added just above India's pussy, a large stylish love heart with the word "slave" written across it in calligraphy.

While India was admiring her new look a backdrop of the street outside her house was added and moving image froze in place to illustrate that a photo of this look had been taken.

Next the smart pod opened up Facebook. India's stomach sank fast, she watched as it attached the photograph to a status reading:

"Just ran into this crazy lady in the street. Says she's doing a "humiliation challenge" by @ taskmaster_industries". I also took a pic of her without her mask, however I promised her I wouldn't post it.

1000 shares and I break that promise."

India stood in shock the submit button was pressed and the picture appeared on her feed. India always made a habit of adding everyone she met to her Facebook friends, all her friends, her work colleagues, and even her family could all now see a picture of her naked. She thought about all the people she knows who could currently see her dressed as a public whore and could not bring herself to move, even when the pod altered her outfit to remove the mask and take another picture, presumably to fulfil the promise made by her post if it was shared by 1000 people.

"I hope you won't begrudge us some self-promotion, selling subscriptions to these feeds is the only way we can pay you so much." Explained the smooth voice, "now for your first challenge, you are to walk from here back to your house, of course your outfit will be provided..."

The front facing camera on the smart pod started up again so India could watch her outfit change. She was given a strapless white crop top that pulled tight against her chest, with the word "SLUT" written in big letters across it. She was also given a short tartan skirt that flared out at the bottom like a traditional naughty schoolgirl outfit. Finally she was given suspenders, a suspender belt and long luxurious hair in vivid pink.

"However this outfit will vary on the way, you see every minute you take we will have a random number generator decide what happens to you, it will generate a number between 1 and 1000 to decide which of the following happen..."

On the screen in front of her a table appeared:

1: Holographic blindfold.

2-49: Send picture of your current look to 1 random contact with text "what do you think of my new look?"

50-199: Reduce hair length by 1cm

200-499: Increase top transparency by 1%

500-699: Decrease Skirt length by 5mm

700-899: Add a tattoo

900-949: Add makeup

950-999: Add piercing

1000: Secret punishment.

India was in shock, she had taken the tube here as she lived on the other side of London. To drive the point home a map appeared with her walking route and an estimated walking time of 3 hrs 40 mins.

"You are not to use any transport other than your own 2 feet and you cannot seek physical things to cover yourself with."

India's head was swimming she was about to embark on a walk across a busy city, getting more and more slutty every minute. Deep down she was looking forward to it, she had always enjoyed being humiliated, and sure this went a bit further than she was used to but soon she would be paid handsomely to compensate that. She stood there lost in her excitement until she heard a buzz from the top right hand corner of her HUD, it said:

"255, top transparency increased by 1%"

Suddenly India realised that the clock had started, she had just wasted her first minute thinking about the humiliations that were about to befall her. She left the office and walked towards the front door, but it was locked.

"Oops, sorry we keep that door locked to keep out the creeps," yelled the receptionist from across the room, India turned around to see that the receptionist was now fully dressed in a red and black latex dominatrix outfit, it covered her whole body with the exception of 2 circular gaps for her nipples (which were now pierced) and an exposed pussy. "You will need my voice authorisation to leave and that doesn't come free." India paced in frustration, every moment she spent here, she would start to look worse, not to mention the possibility of a secret punishment she didn't even want to think about.

The receptionist walked over and placed a gag in India's mouth, it was a full head strap that held a rubber ball in place inside her mouth, however with the touch of a button floating in front of her, the receptionist inflated the ball so it filled India's mouth to capacity. Once again her smart pod opened her selfie camera, to reveal her face looking exactly the same, the hologram was hiding the gag and had even given her a cheeky smile, for all intents and purposes the gag was invisible.

"There, now you can't talk your way out of your problems, now bend over for 10 shots with the riding crop and you'll be free to go."

...

India left the building rubbing her raw bottom, she had wasted too much time getting spanked and now had to hurry. The one thing she wasn't expecting was to be struck by the feeling of being naked in public. Holographic clothes didn't stop the feel of the breeze wafting against bare skin or the solid ball of nerves in India's stomach knowing that the only thing between her and public humiliation was light projected onto her by a technological device she no longer had control over. She walked out onto the main road and begun dodging pedestrians, as she was sure if anyone brushed against her they would be able to feel her naked body.

The full body selfie camera stayed as a small picture in the top corner of India's HUD. She could that she looked slightly made up, her hair was slightly shorter, and the top was starting to look a darker shade of white as the colour of her skin began to leak through. Her nipples weren't visible yet but you could make out the indentation of a nipple piercing through the clothes.

"India Grace!" Came the stern yell of an old woman from across the road. India immediately recognised the lady as Linda, a friend of her aunt. "India Grace I need to talk to you right now." screamed Linda, stepping in front of India, blocking her path forward. India would have told her to let her pass, but the gag stopped her and the hologram kept that cheeky grin on her face.

"I have to tell you I unfriended you this morning, posting that ladies naked picture online you ought to be ashamed..." as India tried valiantly to get around her, the old lady rallied against everything she didn't like about the youth today, she had a good 10 minutes on the atrocious outfit India was wearing, the worst part was that part way through the old lady's rant India saw the title flash on her screen:

"1000: secret punishment activated."

India desperately looked at herself in the front facing camera, she couldn't see any difference so in the end she just forgot about it and went back to trying to get out of the verbal beatdown from the old lady now turning crimson with rage in front of her.

...

India was fuming by the time she got away, her nipples were very much visible (along with both piercings) and the skirt was starting to show the top of her bottom. She had several risky tattoos all over her body, she was sporting a pink Pixy cut and her makeup was thick, which along with her eyebrow piercings made her look like a whore. She had even sent pictures to 3 of her friends. All this even though she was less than half way through the journey. Luckily enough it was now dark so India could hide as she was going to need it.

About half an hour later and a great deal sluttier India saw the HUD show:

"36: sending current photograph to random contact. Contact chosen: Linda."

"Oh that's really going to piss her off" thought India, she was sure she would have to deal with that later.

...

It took much longer for India to reach her house as she had to hide from every passer-by, she couldn't be seen in the state she was in. By the time she got home she was completely bald, her eyebrows only visible by a line of piercings the matched the sternum ring under her nose. Also tattooed on the top of her bald head was a very artistic and graphic picture of a penis relieving itself on her. She of course was naked, the top transparency was at 100% and her skirt had shrunk out of existence. The makeup had gotten even thicker and had also incorporated a thin sheen of body-glitter, shimmering over the lewd tattoos that covered her body.

But she had finally reached her front door. As she reach out to open it she had a horrifying realisation, she had left her front door key in her jumpsuit.

"Ok Saturn, call Taskmaster Industries." She ordered.

"I thought you would be getting back to us." Smirked the smooth British voice "hoping to get the key you carelessly left in your jumpsuit?"

"Yes, please hurry, I can't stay outside like this for long." India pleaded.

"On the contrary, you will come back here and pick up the key yourself. It's getting late, there shouldn't be many people around and it's difficult to see how your situation could get any worse." said the smooth voice before hanging up so India could not argue back.

Just to prove the voice wrong a new number came up on the heads up display.

"1: holographic blindfold."

India was plunged into darkness. She now had to walk back to Taskmaster Industries unable to see a thing, she screamed in frustration. Then out of the darkness came a single arrow, it seemed to react to the direction she was facing and she figured it was some kind of GPS directing her back to the building. However without her eyes she would have to go slowly and she wouldn't be able to avoid people.

India took a deep breath, steadied herself, and started walking forward. It was not easy she was fumbling around in the dark, at one point she tripped over something and fell into a foul smelling pile, she assumed that she had fallen in some garbage and it was now covering her.

"3: sending current photo to random contact. Contact chosen: Mum."

...

India finally fumbled her way into the building, the receptionist guided her into the office and as she crossed the threshold her blindfold lifted and her looks returned to normal wearing that same blue business suit she arrived in. It looked like Taskmaster Industries had turned off control of her smart pod.

All at once her answer phone messages, text messages and notifications began to appear. A lot of people were trying to get in contact with India and when she saw her Facebook page she realised why. The suave voice spoke as India's horror grew and grew.

"I thought I would give you a moment to catch up on your social media before we continue with the challenge. We'll give you an hour to rest and check your Facebook, but your 24 hours are not over yet and we have some great ideas for what happens next."

...

6:30 pm: India uploaded a photo.

"Just ran into this crazy lady in the street. Says she's doing a "humiliation challenge" by @ taskmaster_industries. I also took a pic of her without her mask, however I promised her I wouldn't post it.

1000 shares and I break that promise."

Liked: 2091 times. Shared 1427 times.

6:51pm: India uploaded a photo.

"Wow I can't believe how quickly that got to 1000 shares.

Surprise, it's me!

As you can see I'm going to be humiliating myself all day for @ Taskmaster_Industries. Keep liking and sharing, I want everyone to know ;)"

Liked: 4138 times. Shared: 2976 times.

7:40: India Grace changed her name to Depraved whore.

7:42pm: Depraved whore began a live stream.

"SECRET PUNISHMENT:

Hello everyone! I've decided all my friends and family need to know what a dirty whore I am so I am live streaming my slut walk across London.

Below you will see live stream of my current appearance, what my surroundings are and a GPS location in case you want to come encourage me. Every minute I will get slightly sluttier and the screen will show how."

Liked 10,245 times. Shares 6297 times.

...

As India stared in horror at her Facebook feed the suave voice appeared in her ear again.

"Time for your next task."