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Why? Because i said so, and i own you, slut. You are property, and let that just sink in for a second. You must obey my every whim. And if i say you have to walk around naked but for whatever stupid shit i put on your head, you will do so. So drop the sheet and display your perfect body for me to enjoy. That’s right… it’s so easy to just obey isn’t it? You don’t have to think for yourself if you just do what you’re told…..
Ha. You’re so suggestible now. You really will do anything I say, won’t you? I bet you’re wondering why the option to resist isn’t even occurring to you… Why you keep doing everything exactly as I tell you… I see how uncomfortable your perfected body is making you…. Well, you can thank your own dumb decisions for both of those problems. The obedience, that’s just what happens to people who underestimate their tolerance to Moonlight….
When you came to me, when I bought you, you were pretty much gone. Just another strung-out junkie halfway through OD-ing on the worst thing to happen to women since the invention of marriage… Moonlight, the legendary orgy drug. It’s kinda sad to see how many girls think its just like popping some party drugs, and then end up as blank-eyed sex addicts when they can’t get enough of that naughty, kinky pleasure. You were no different. What, you just thought you would have a little kinky fun with your boyfriend one weekend? Well, that weekend has turned into at least a year now… Some guy in a house full of dudes handed you off to me for $200, can you believe that? I’m pretty sure none of them knew your name, they seemed quite happy to be rid of you…
Which brings us here. I bought you. I nursed you back to health. I spent a lot of money on recovery surgery, of weaning you off your chemical addiction, and most of all, modifying your body into the perfect living sex doll. Isn’t it beautiful? And it’s mine. Your body, this body, belongs to me now. These nipples, these perfect hard little things, they are mine to suck and to squeeze and to pinch whenever I please. You get no say in that.
This mouth is mine too. The lips alone cost me more that most cars, but they’re pouty and ripe… So worth it. The collegian in your throat equally so, it’s going to feel exquisite… Your dentistry bills were particularly expensive, but it was worth it to never be able to feel a single tooth…. Ah… A perfect, beautiful wet hole for my cock. That’s what your face is now, doll. I hope you know I’ll be using it often.
And really look at me now, look into my eyes so I can watch this sink into your damp sponge of a brain…
You are a sex toy.
Yes… That’s right. Obey.
You are a fuckdoll. You crave sex all the time. You feel starving when you have no cum in your body. You desperately need your owner’s cock inside you every minute of every day….
Haha oh my god, its so cute watching your eyes unfocus as you absorb all this… How does that feel? Oh, you feel all weak and needy? I’m not surprised…. Come here, look into my eyes….
YOUR PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO KEEP YOUR CUNT SOPPING WET AT ALL TIMES. YOUR BIGGEST FEAR, YOUR GREATEST DREAD IS WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF YOUR OWNER WANTS TO USE THIS PUSSY WHEN IT ISN’T GUSHING.
Heh, this is fun. I’ve always wanted to own a suggestible little fuckdoll…. Should I fuck you now? Haha, yes, I bet that question excites you… and maybe horrifies you a little as well. But no matter what you think, I think you need to earn this cock… you do want it, don’t you?
Well, if you want master’s cock inside you, first you have to do something. I want you to walk from here to my attorney’s office, and sign the contract he gives you. It’s nothing you’ll care about, it just surrenders your legal freedom to me. Means i can sign things for you, consent for medical treatments, tattoos, that sort of thing.
You want to sign it. You’ll go up there, and you’ll act thrilled and excited to be signing it. And when he tells you it’s all sorted, I want you to pretend to have a loud, mind-melting orgasm, really moan and squeal, draw attention to yourself. Then ask him to fuck you in the ass. If he says no, beg him. And really act like you enjoy it. And actually, suck off any guys you happen to make eye contact with on your walk. Your Moonlight cravings are going to start soon, and trust me, you’ll want a belly full of jizz to ward it off….
This is your life now. You’re a filthy sex doll, a puppet with an owner pulling its strings. I know you’re still in there. I know you’re screaming on the inside as all of this sinks in, becoming your new reality. I know you’re stuck in this nightmare and guess what? It makes me hard to know that. Look up close at this hard dick, doll. Here, I’ll even get it niiiice and close to your face… Look at me. In the eyes. Take this all in, let it sink into your brain….
From the moment I first woke up from the surgery, I was never allowed to forget that I had changed. I was now a female. And not even a real woman either, some kind of fake, artificial little bitch. A toy that simply resembled a person in image only. A thing less than human. I was not spoken to, they just sort of collected me. They didn’t even offer me a seat in the car, that’s how little status I had. It wasn’t like there was no room, the entire backseat was empty. I just didn’t qualify for that kind of basic human treatment. The man, who had yet to address me, just pushed a button on his keys and the boot popped open.
“You’re luggage,” was all he said.
What was i going to do? Decline? I had no idea where I was. I was petty sure I wasn’t even in the same country anymore, where was I going to go? All I had in the world were the things I was wearing: A pair of thin panties a stripper-length plaid skirt. People pointed and stared as the topless little teen with pink hair climbed into the boot of the expensive car and wedged herself next to a suitcase. And I was driven to my new residence. The fucker even stopped for Wendy’s and got himself a burger! Didn’t offer me a single fry.
After what seemed like hours, light streamed into the tight compartment. I was pulled by the arm onto the steps on what was unsurprisingly a massive mega-mansion. The woman who answered the door, some kind of high-ranked servant, signed a tablet like I was nothing more than a pizza, and led me inside. I wanted to ask her where I was, and what was my owner’s plan in buying me, but whatever had been done to me on the surgical table had stolen my voice. I could not make a sound, and she wasn’t offering any explanations.
I was led only a few meters into the entrance hall, an opulent marble room with two large greek pillars. She grabbed my wrist and easily handcuffed my hands in a pair of pink, fluffy sex cuffs. I was so weak in my new form, she was able to put my arms wherever she wanted! The cuffs were then locked onto a ring above my head on one of the pillars, and the servant woman left. I was trapped, mostly naked, unable to beg or cover myself.
I was beyond panic by this point. Only a week ago, I had been me! I had been a guy, living his life, thinking about the future. Now I was some display feature, a sub-human living doll, with pink hair and no ability to speak! I struggled and fought my cuffs, but I was simply too small and weak. When the servant woman returned I looked up at her desperately, pleading with puppydog eyes. She did not acknowledge me. Instead, she produced a silver object, peanut-shaped with a fuel-gauge dial on one side. I was confused as she snapped on a latex glove and began to lather the object with some kind of clear lotion.
I was less confused when she used scissors to cut off my white panties, exposing my new female anatomy to the room. Then she forcefully shoved the thing up my ass. It hurt, but not as much as it should have. I wanted it to be uncomfortable, to hurt, but I was ashamed to admit, it also felt really good. Feeling so stretched full back there felt disturbingly calming. Enough that I began to feel aroused for the first time in this body. By the time she rose and left me, I was so stretched, my asshole felt a mile wide!
But even that was not the worst thing that happened to me that first day. As I stood, teary-eyed and helpless with a huge plug up my ass, the thing that had been forced inside me let out a plesant ding, and squirted some kind of gel up inside my body.
The gel was clearly drugged, because my memories get pretty hazy after that. I remember feeling l really hot, and the source of the heat being the female genitalia i now sported. It burned, ached with an intensity I had never imagined before. I hadn’t so much as had a look down there yet, this had all happened so fast. But now I was fully aware of it all. I could feel fluids leaking every inch of my down my vaginal cavity, drips tantalizingly making their way down every inflamed piece of flesh, and trailing over my lips before joining the stain on my entirely soaked thighs. I could feel my new clit very exactly, and the weirdly familiar sensation of straining like an erection. But they never undid my handcuffs, they never allowed me to feel any relief. The sensations, the neediness of my body, combined with the mental haze of the drugs being squirted into my ass started to drive me mad.
The first time they let me down from the pillar was the day they began to exercise me. Two male servants locked me into a pair of stilettos and took turns whipping my plump ass as I struggled to keep pace on a treadmill. They taunted me, calling me many derogatory names and telling me I was going to be their break room sex toy. My mind was still cloudy from all the drugs I was on, but I noticed they never once touched me with their hands. Nor did they allow me to touch myself or stimulate my aching cunt in any way. When I started grinding by plugged ass up against the pillar behind me like an animal, they moved me to a chain hanging from the chandelier. It felt like years had passed since the plug had been inserted into my ass, but it was more likely just a few days. In that time, the throbbing, dripping, all-consuming lust that screamed from between my legs had not let up. It had not eased for a single moment. I wanted to masturbate more that anything in the world, springing an orgasm from my over-ripe pussy was all I could imagine. It was the only thought my exhausted, drugged brain would allow.
I met my owner for the first time. He entered the house one morning, seemingly at random and hung his coat before approaching me. I was out of my mind, having not slept and being kept at the heights of arousal for a very long time, but even though I couldn’t make out his face through my tears and drugged vision, I could see this was a powerful man. The way he held himself told me in an instant that he was the person who had done this to my life. He walked up to me looking my petite little body up and down, and delicately ran a fingertip up my slick thigh. It was the first time in days that any person had touched my skin, and it almost made me cum then and there. As I fought against my bonds, pushing my hips fowards toward him, he tasted the juices that my legs were soaked with and let out a small “hm” sound.
Then he looked into my eyes and addressed me directly.
“Do you want to cum, little doll?”
I did. Desperately. I was beyond the heights of arousal by this point, almost an animal. I nodded frantically, pulling on my chains and trying hard to make a sound. To plead, to beg to be allowed release. My owner chuckled and pulled a bag from a nearby cabinet. He hummed to himself as he produced what could only ve described as a lifesize “Stipper Barbie” outfit. Ignoring my face, and never once looking into my eyes, he buttoned a white blouse loosely over my heaving breasts, carefully not allowing the material to rub over my skin or stimulate my hard nipples. He then wrapped another tiny plaid skirt around my curvy ass, and completed the outfit with a pink dog collar around my neck. Then, without further interaction, we were off.
I wobbled on unsure legs. I was exhausted and weak from being forced to stand since I arrived. The plug still up my ass forced me to walk with a wide gait to accommodate it, my hips were gyrating with every step I took. I hadn’t left the lofty entrance hall for days. Maybe it had been weeks, I didn’t know. I was more than a little manic by now, partly from having been kept displayed like a decoration, but mostly from the unrelenting cloud of lust that had totally engulfed me. My wrists were securely fasted to my hips, and I struggled against the bonds every moment. I wanted to masturbate so badly. I had not touched my vagina in the entire time since it had been given to me, and it was mocking me at every moment.
Have you ever had an itch you couldn’t scratch? And it tortured you, boring into your brain at every moment until you could sink your nails in for some sweet sweet relief? Take that, and multiply it by a million, and you’re starting to understand just how intensely crazy my body was driving me.
We stopped, and I snapped into reality, realising where we were. My owner had led me onto a city corner, and people were staring. Why wouldn’t they? I had bright pink hair, was dressed like the sluttiest schoolgirl in the world, but most importantly, I was wearing a dog collar and had copius amount of pussy juices running down my thighs. I started blushing as people pulled out their phones and started filming me and taking photos and my owner pulled a remote control out of his pocket.
“Does my doll still want to orgasm?” he asked nonchalantly, rubbing his thumb over one particular button.
I looked around fearfully at the crowd that had formed. With red, tear-filled eyes I looked up at my owner, meeting his eyes for the first time, and had a thought that wasn’t connected to my gushing pussy. I understood my place, he wasnt actually asking me. I was a toy who served to provide amusement. He had bought and paid for me and if he wanted me to cum my brains out surrounded my strangers, then that’s what would happen. I nodded, and he smirked and pressed the button. The plug in my ass started to vibrate fiercely, and the remaining drug contents emptied themselves into my anus. My eyes rolled back into my head as a massive amount of drugs, like half the tank, went into my system. And almost instantly, without any direct contact to my starving cunt, I came. My knees buckled, my ass and pussy both spasmed uncontrollably. Blood pumped into my ears, and my brain short-circuited. Perhaps as had been planned all along, my voice returned as the tidal wave of pleasure hit me. I screamed and swore myself hoarse, grunting and moaning and begging, for more, for it to stop, for someone to fuck me.
I lay face-down on the concrete, with my twitching ass in the air. People were murmuring, laughing, calling me a slut. They stood over me, still filming, making comments I couldn’t hear past the blood pumping in my ears, and the last thing I felt before the aftershocks overwhelmed my brain and I passed out was strong, commanding tug on my leash.
My life did not improve, not ever, not for a second. My owner clearly hadn’t bought me to have sex with, he hardly ever touched me. In fact, it seemed that everyone who I interacted was forbidden from touching me. I wasn’t even allowed to touch myself, my hands were never unshackled. The urge to fuck myself, to touch my achingly wet vagina, ram fingers inside myself, squeeze my breasts and clit and just fondle my body never went away, and slowly my sanity and self-awareness just trickled into nothing. My entire being became a light sliver wrapped around a deep and primal need for sexual release. My owner enjoyed tying me up in humiliating positions and holding me just on the edge of orgasm, sometimes for hours. He would just sit nearby and politely watch, sipping on tea as I drooled and moaned wordlessly.
I don’t remember much about what happened after that. My mind would not return for quite some time, but I collected pieces through the haze in the time since. My owner must have gotten bored with me, because I was sold eventually. I was put into a box with my asshole plugged, and shipped somewhere new. When the box was opened and a new pair of eyes looked greedily down at me, I had some vague thought that perhaps a new owner would release my hands and allow me to use them masturbate, even for a moment.
I don’t remember my limbs being removed. I don’t remember even noticing they were gone. The way my mind worked, what I actually took notice of was that for the first time, I was given cocks to suck. I was fed cum by many different men and used for their pleasure. It shames me to think about it now, but I found that first real physical contact so comforting, even though it was nothing more than cocks touching my lips and face and hands on the back of my head.
I was passed along again, I don’t know how much later. My new owner had me fitted with super-advanced robotic arms and legs, but it was not an act if kindness. Despite the fact that they seemed to scan my body and mind, they acted on his orders, not mine, and I was completely at their mercy. If I tried to control them, to walk to a non-permitted location, or (much more frequently) tried to make my hands pleasure myself, I would violently slap myself instead. My owner would laugh heartily at me, taking great delight each time this happened. He set me up following him around and striking seductive poses in each room he stopped in, writhing against a doorframe or draped naked over a couch. He died from a heart attack while I stood nearby, leaning forwards, lightly squeezing my cleavage together, and occasionally slapping myself in the face.
I was passed on to that guy’s son, who couldn’t believe his luck. He was married, and his wife was clingy, so he never fucked me. Instead, they decided to use to to kink up their sex lives. They dressed me as their daughter, and made me follow them around, begging for sex. The following was all due to the programming of the limbs, but the pathetic, desperate begging was all me. They spoke to me like I was some desperate sex addict, disciplining me together like some weird parental roleplay. Despite this, I liked them, partly because they actually had conversations with me, and partly because part of their bedroom drama involved teaching their young daughter how to masturbate. They touched each others bodies and kissed passionately as they guided me through the whole thing, and I definitely played the part, moaning and whimpering loudly as I touched my own pussy for the first time. My brain lit up as my robot fingers probed the red-hot flesh that had for so long been denied to me. I was in heaven as my owners fucked each other, shouting at me to fuck myself deeper, or finger my clit along with their rhythms.
By the time I came, for the first time since I couldn’t remember, my brain, my old self, had returned. I full-on burst into tears as my owners finished. They didn’t understand, they thought it was all part of the game they had assigned me. They comforted me, and praised me as I sunk to my hands and knees and crawled around sticking my face in their residual fluids. My arms and legs wouldn’t move on until I licked up the puddles.
From there, the character of their daughter wasn’t begging to masturbate under orders anymore. I had had a taste of pleasure and I couldn’t hold back any more. I spent each day, dressed as a nympho teen, following around my owners and grovelling, offering to do anything they wanted if I could just finger my dripping pussy again. They loved it, and many times allowed me to pleasure myself while they fucked.
Eventually though, they spilt. The wife spitefully took me in the divorce rather than let her husband have me, and almost immediately sold me for what I’m sure was a fraction of my original value. Apparently, I was now an outdated model, and I ended up being sold once again, this time to “normal” people who liked to actually have sex with their sex dolls.
My owner for the last few years owns a piercing and tattoo studio, and a string of strip clubs. The night he opened my crate, he invited many of his friends around, and they drank, laughing and taking turns tattooing me. Then, they passed me around, and I felt something I had been craving for as long as I could recall. A cock was inside me, stretching me open and making me groan like a bitch for the first time. And the second time. And…. well that gangbang lasted for days. The first of many.
My owner throws “Pinky Parties” most weekends, and invites all his friends and customers. Or, if his girls won’t dance, he programs my arms and legs and has me fill in, on the pole and in the back room. My eagerness, my wide-eyed desperation, the way I fidget adorably when talking about having sex with his customers… They always pay top dollar.
I’m just a sex toy, I dont even fight it anymore. I haven’t been a person for years. I love sex, I love masturbating, I love when my owner shares me with men and women until they’ve all had a turn I love having my body filled with the cum of hundreds of strangers.
I see you’re awake. You might as well calm down and listen to what i have to say. I’m a professional, so believe me when I tell you that no amount of struggling is going to get you out of those knots. Especially not with that weak little body you have now.
Yeah, that right. You didn’t even realise you’d been changed did you? Teeny little blonde girls don’t get away from rope bondage this good. And that’s what you are now. So stay still and behave.
You’re here because you saw something you weren’t supposed to. Something that nobody is supposed to see. And the person you saw, he’s a very frequent client of mine. He could have just chosen to have you killed, but I suppose another chance of sampling my product was too good to give up on. So he called me, and here we are.
I make slaves, you see. Not train, not break. Make. I take regular everyday people and I change them into something unrecognizable. Obedient, horny sex servants for the superrich. I’m about halfway done with you, as you can tell from the supple little body you now posses. Thats you now, so get used to it. Your family and friends will never recognise you, nobody will ever come to rescue you. You’re basically dead to the world, outside of my records book and the inside of your head.
Now, normally I don’t ever comminicate with subjects. I drug them, I change them, I test them out, off they go. But you’re a special case. I’m not entirely sure I’m comfortable with why you’re here, you just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. So the least I can do for you here is give you a choice.
My client specifically requested you be “a tiny, weak blonde doll who can’t talk ever again”. He wanted to make sure youd never tell anyone what you’d seen. There’s a bit of wiggle room in the interpretation there, so I’m just gonna run you through your two options.
Firstly, you cant talk if you’re too dumb to know how. This first syringe here, thats what its designed to do. Your mind will dull to the point that everything that was once “you” is effectly trapped as a passenger, too stupid to even know how to move on your own. You’ll be a doll, literally. I’ve used this stuff a few times before, and the subjects remember to breathe, but that’s about it. You’ll be at the mercy of your owner, my client. He’ll feed you, dress you, fuck you, all however he chooses. But that’s all beyond you because by the time you get there you’ll pretty much be at the IQ of a potato. And just in case you learn how to speak someday, as sometimes happens with long-term dolls, I’ll prevent oral control by swelling your lips up like flesh balloons. No sense letting mouth go to waste, right?
Now, you seem a little upset at this idea, so if you’re interested in keeping your mind intact we can arrange that instead. Only, ill have to make sure you can’t talk, so I’ll have to take your mouth from you.
Its not a horrible life. I mean, granted, you’ll be a pussy-faced blowjob slave, but theres no plastic surgery involved here. That’s a real vagina, grown from black market stem cells, and it comes with all the pleasures of the female genitalia. I’ve visited a few of my older dolls that have had this modification, and believe it or not, they seem happy. Well, to be totally honest, they seemed totally addicted to having their faces fucked by cocks. And I didnt add that in anywhere, so it must feel really, really good to orgasm so close to your brain. And you should completely retain you mind and sense of self this way, so if your owner decides to unchain you once in a while, at least you’ll be able to appreciate it.
Well? There’s your options. I don’t have all day, so I’m gonna need a decision right now…
You wake up one morning to some…. Unexpected changes. For one thing, there’s a man you’ve never met before sitting at the end of your bed. For another thing, this isn’t even your bed you’ve woken up in. Or your room. Or your body.
You look down and are stunned to see what a fake plastic Cali bimbo must see in the mirror every morning. Taught, ripe female flesh, massive fake boobies topped with raging hard nipples, topped again with huge, thick piercings. Below that, you don’t know. But you can guess. You cant see past your own enormous tits to your crotch, but you can feel something there. Something warm, soft, and achingly empty…
You stare blankly at your new chest, for a moment, lost for words. You distantly wonder if you should be wondering if this is a dream…. But somehow the thought gets lost in the breeze between your ears.. as your hand woozily reaches towards your aching nipple….
“I do apologise for the inconvenience, but I need settle a bet with a friend, so I need to borrow you and your body for a few days or so. You’ll feel a little disorientation to start with… But eventually you’ll acclimate and regain your full motor functions.”
You slowly blink and let this information sink in trying to draw conclusions about what all this means. It takes a while. Thinking is sooooo slooooow…. Like wading through a swamp of cotton candeee….. Hehehehe…..
“Anyway, some things i suppose you need to be aware of. I’m sure you’ve noticed these,” he says, gesturing towards the ornate jewelry hanging from your fat pink nipples. “I discovered a new artifact set, and my friend thinks they might be cursed. See, ancient empresses didn’t fancy the idea of being burgled after they had passed on, so a few of the nasty ones made sure anyone robbing them would regret ever doing so. I think these are replicas, and as we’re reputable movers of fine plunderings…. best to catalogue correctly which ones contain which curses before we allow them into the market.”
The man chats cheerily as, (mostly to distract himself from your reaction) he unceremoniously starts to unscrew and remove the piercings from your swollen nipples. You can’t yet move properly or speak, but what’s happening in your body is mind-shattering. The metal being lightly jostled inside the holes in your flesh is like a earthquake, sending you spiralling upwards into arousal. You start panting desperately, your defenseless cunt starts twitching, pulsing, spasming… If you could move, there’s no telling how desperately, frantically you’d be fingering yourself.
“Good thing too, before I put them in, your body was quite…. different. There we are.”
The man moves his hands away, and your bulging eyes take in a new sight. He’s removed the artifact jewelry and replaced them with simple silver rings, but somehow you don’t understand what this means. Your thinking is coming even slower, which is reasonable since you feel like someone just blasted your brain’s pleasure centers with a fire hose.
“Anyway,” the man stands, taking out a notebook and reading some indistinguishable scrawl. “The jewelry of Bambania of the Amazons, supposedly cursed in two distinct ways. Firstly, the wearers mind desperately seeks to repeat the process of being pierced with the jewelry again and again.”
“If these are indeed the correct pieces, I’d like to find out what happens to this effect if you no longer possess the artifacts. Please keep careful notes of any urges you might have,” he says, placing a pen and paper on the desk beside the bed before continuing.
“Secondly, the wearer receives sexual pleasure from stimulating any point of entry into the skin, as though they possess extra erogenous zones where their piercing points are situated. For example, you’d feel extreme, overwhelming pleasure… if they were to be tugged on.
A deep moans escapes your limp body as the sensations that shoot through you again trample your nervous system. White hot, searing pleasure, an entirely new kind of orgasm brands itself into your mind. You lay there shuddering, tears streaming down the side of your face as your nipples shoot wave after wave of pure heat into your numb brain. The man packs the earrings into a suitcase and heads for the only door.
“I’m going to let these effects run their course for a few days, and we’ll be recording your activity. You’ll be locked in, for your own safety, but there’s food and supplies to keep you until I return. Your motor functions should return in…. Eighteen minutes.”
And then he leaves, locking the door with a clunk. And you stare at the huge, throbbing nipples adorned with jewelry in front of your face…. And wait.
Artifact notes: piercings; bambania (amazon).
Subject regressed quickly to animal state once functions returned. Despite massive biological changes to their body, subject was unable to refrain from stumulating their pierced nipples for the first 120 minutes of activity. After this time passed, subject lapsed into unconsciousness for approximately twenty-nine minutes. Upon waking, subject managed to resist the temptation to tug on the cursed area and began to search for food.
Subject discovered the piercing kit hidden in the room and for approximately 4 minutes completely froze, apparently battling with the urges bought on by the curse.
Curiously, the first thing the subject did after moving was to swiftly isolate and pierce their clitoris. This was the first time they had shown any attention to their vagina at all.
After this, with a piercing entry point in the most sensitive part of their body, the subject fell into a loop of relentless masturbation, followed by adding another piercing to their body, followed by more masturbation. Subject never continued looking for food, and failed to even attempt to escape the experimentation cell.
After the 72 hour control period, the subject is unrecognisable, completely covered in self-performed piercings. Subject has not shown any interest in escape, revenge, or even verbal communication, but they do seem to retain some kind of intelligence, as evidenced by the use of ribbons to stimulate many entry points simultaneously. Subject has maintained a constant extreme level of sexual arousal for entire test duration, production of sexual fluids and saliva has increased tenfold. Subject eagerly engages in sexual intercourse with anyone who touches her body modifications, despite the fact that she has not come into contact with the artifact again since initial test.
Nipple Studs of Bambania: Confirmed.
Recommendation: Sell high.
Subject return? Negative. Sell to slave trade. Such a unique niche should return high profit.
A special story for (and about) @myassisforyou per her request…
Ah, waking up are we?
Wh-what? Wh-where am I?
You have volunteered to be part of a little experiment.
E-experiment? I - I didn’t…
Well…I supposed more accurately you were volunteered, by one of your fans who works for us. They thought you would make a perfect test subject here at The Company.
T-Test subject? For what?
Well - your blog indicates a love for humiliation and showing yourself. But never your face, of course. Which means you want these things…but don’t want anyone to know about in your, ahem, “real life”.
Wh-why do…do I…f-feel funny…?
Mmmm…well…have you ever tried certain…party drugs?
P-Party…?
Never mind. Suffice to say the chemical you have been given mimics the effects of one of the more popular ones, though with perhaps a slightly more…sexual edge. Though it is the other effect that particularly interests us…
Other…eff-ohhhhh…why do I f-feel so…good?
Ahh - it is indeed kicking in then. What is most interesting about this new chemical is that in addition to…well, that - it also makes the brain somewhat… malleable. Such that actions taken while on the drug become…permanent cravings.
Permanent? …I - ohhhh goddd…wh-what…d-do you…
Well as an example, one of our poor assistants thought it would be a good idea to “borrow” a sample for a night out dancing, without fully understanding the effects. Unfortunately she became so aroused that she thought she would take a moment to masturbate before she left the apartment. Poor thing.
Wh-what…what do you-
Well, I’ll show you. The effects wear off at first, you see - a sort of hangover. Then - usually within a day or so, the drug starts to…”come back up”. Permanently. So first, we caught her at her desk - clearly forgetting that we have cameras most everywhere…
And then, a little while later in the bathroom, where she was ultimately discovered…
She’d been in there for quite some time at this point. And now…well - here is her live feed…
She will pretty much keep at it until she passes out, then wake up and start again. Interestingly, she sobs pitifully if she is made to stop, even if someone else is touching her or fucking her. Only actually masturbating with her fingers seems to satisfy her.
Oh god - you - you can’t make me…I - I won’t ohhh I won’t touch m-myself…ohhh godd….
Touch yourself? Oh of course not. We already know what happens with that. No, you are here to test something else entirely. You see - while someone else touching her is useless, she will quite enthusiastically suck any cock put into her mouth to completion. Our speculation - based on corroborating evidence from her past boyfriends - is that she may have been fantasizing about that while masturbating, and that imprinted itself as well.
I - I don’t…oh god <sob>…I w-won’t t-touch my…w-wait…what are you doing?
Don’t you see? If we are correct, then fantasies - and more importantly we may be able to make suggestions! That is what you are here to test.
Why are you tying m-my hands? Ohhh god…
Well, though you protest you will not touch yourself, we’d like to make sure of that. You’re only experiencing a tiny bit of the drug, you see…it’ll be, oh - another hour or so before you are fully…”rolling”, I believe the term is. In the meantime, we’d like you to listen to this track we have prepared for you, so we can test the results shortly.
What? Headphones? No - please, don’t-
You are incapable of touching and pleasuring yourself.
What?!
No matter how aroused you become, no matter how much you would like to, you will never again be able to touch yourself for the purposes of pleasure.
WHAT?!! NO!!
You are constantly and permanently wet and aroused.
Oh god <sob>!
The more on display you are, the more people watching you, the more aroused you will become.
What? Please…please stop…
The more embarrassed you are by being on display, the more aroused you will become.
No - please…stop!
You are desperate for pleasure. Desperate to be touched and played with and used.
OH GOD!
You will let yourself be touched and played and used with by anyone.
<sob>
But you will only be capable of reaching orgasm with someone the first time you are with them.
wh-what?!
No matter how aroused you become, you will only be able to orgasm if you are servicing someone new.
WHAT?!??
Whenever you meet someone who you have not yet serviced, you will become desperately aroused by them. You will do anything, let them use you however they like, to get them to play with you.
<sob> pleeeeeeease! oh godddd….
Your body is for everyone. Your mouth is for everyone. Your pussy is for everyone. Your ass is for everyone.
Track repeats.
You are incapable of touching and pleasuring yourself…
Help meeeeeeee!!
To be continued… (If @myassisforyou approves, of course… :) )
“Wait…. You’re leaving me here?!! Wha… What about changing me back into a man? You promised, you said if i agreed to be your guinea pig you’d-”
“Yeah, I’m gonna cut you off right there. These guys have volunteered to fund my further research into body reshaping, for as long as I leave you here, to have potenital training regimes tested out on you! And maybe drop off an extra girl every once in a while. Long story short…. I’m gonna take the money, you’re staying exactly as you are, and you’re going to be THEIR guinea pig until I decide otherwise.”
“WHAT?! You can’t be serious, we’ve been best friends for like, 10 years! How are you even considering leaving me with these…. people??? Get these fucking cuffs off me!”
“Shut the fuck up, slut. You think just coz you’re in a chicks body that suddenly makes it okay to sleep with my wife? You asshole, you cunt, enjoy your stay here at the farm….”
“Hang on, hang on…. this seriously isn’t a joke? You’re seriously going to leave me like this? A-and all the way out here in the middle of nowhere? I’m not going to fuck them if that’s what you’re thinking, just because you and I did-”
“We’ll I say like this, but I mean more like this! Heeeere’s your very first livestock shot!”
“Yeah that shut you up…. You can expect regular doses jabbed in your fat cunt eeeevery day, the farmhands say it helps with keeping you docile and uh…. I think the word they used was ‘receptive’ to your training. You’ll be this wet, and leaky, and stupid almost all the time! Fun right?”
“Guuuuuhhhh…… muhhhhh……”
“Good luck out here, MAN, these guys are the real deal. By the time we meet next, your slut holes are all going to be equally hypersensitive, your nipples are going to feel so much better than your pathetic little cock ever did, and your ‘personailty’ will be an obedient little pile of mush that these people can use to make money with. Have fun!
“Huuuuuuuuugh…. nuuuuuugh….. Mmmmmmh….”
“Well, you guys can take it from here, yeah? Cool, bye guys! I’ll be back to see her in a couple months, really try and train that asshole okay? I want him…. Uh HER, coming on my cock non-stop!”
….
“Oh, hey you were the guy who bought us Bess right? Sweet lil gal, she’s been with us for like, a year now! Where have you been? We never saw you back.”
“Oh, I’ve been busy, you know. How is a little bitch? All broken in?”
“Yeah, you… uh… you could say that. She hasn’t had much going on in the noggin for a while…. ever since we started milkin’ her she’s been all spacey, ya know what I mean? Doesn’t really do anything except masturbate and beg to be fed.”
“You stuck her with the diet we talked about?”
“Yes, sir! Semen only, sometimes we didnt have enough human stuff in stock, but she’s learned to make do.”
“Well, excellent! Saddle her up, would you? I want to go in and say hi….”
I wasn’t sure what the problem was, something just felt off. I sat for a moment and tried to think of what it could be. I’m still a little blonde fuckdoll, just like the day I was born…. wait… was I born? I can’t remember being young? Was I always a horny little slut? Hehehe I’m such a silly bimbo! Something was definitely different though… I run my hands over my skin to check that everything is still the way my MASTER likes it…
My titties are still bouncy and sensitive, no change there. My nipples still make my head spin, almost enough that i forget that I was confused about! I giggle vapidly and decide maybe it’s not that important, besides, MASTER’S breakfast needs cooking!
Thinking about how excited I was to see MASTER and maybe get the chance to pleasure his fat cock, I get dressed and hurry to the kitchen. Well, dressed for me! I put my bunny ears on and insert MASTER’S favourite bunny tail plug into my OtherPussy. It stretches me out so fantastically that I have to stifle an orgasm! Can’t cum without MASTER’S permission! MMM It feels so good in there it makes my FirstPussy tingle and start to drool…. Hehehe I’m such a slutty little fuckdoll!
I’m halfway through cooking MASTER’S bacon when I feel my ears get yanked off, and two rough hands cupping and jiggling my sensitive boobies… it makes me squeal in excitement! My knees are so weak, knowing that HE’s standing right behind me. Instinctively, without thought, I march over to the nearest wall, reach behind me, and spread my fuckholes open for HIS viewing pleasure. Knowing he can see inside my tight cunt makes me shiver… I always get so horny when I’m around HIM and HE loves taking his time, knowing that I get so very desperate for HIS yummy cock….
HE takes me. After a morning of squirming and longing for cock to fill me up, I am finally complete! I am HIS little fuckpuppet, made to massage HIS cock and receive HIS seed. HE can use me however HE wants, not matter how degrading I will do it willingly, anything HE asks me to do.
I can feel HIM about to cum…. I have pleased HIM, he has found pleasure in my worthless fuckdoll body… I can feel HIM start to twitch as HE grabs my ass roughly and plunges HIS thick hard red as far inside me as it will go! With my OtherPussy plugged up tight, and my FirstPussy stretched full of cock, I feel my womb longing for a dose of thick, creamy cummies…
WHat the-OH MY GOD! I’m a chick! Nononono this evil asshole turned me into a simpering little fuckdoll! Oh god he’s fucking me in the pussy! I can’t believe I have a fucking vagina! It feels so weird! So good! I can’t help but buck back against him as he cums inside me…. Oh I’m being filled with SEMEN! GROSS!
What’s happening to me? Something’s coming…. I’m going to cum…. oh nonononono my memories are coming back…. every time he cums inside my pussy I turn back into me and then I-
OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH god nonononnoooooo yes yes yes yes YESSSS!!!!!
I can only exist for five minutes at a time now. Only enough time to feel humiliated at being someone’s female sex slave, have cum squirted inside me, orgasm like a little cock-craving slut, and then sit in shame as it drips out of me….
NO… no…. It’s so thick… and it’s almost all gone from my pussy… once it’s all empty I’ll go back to being that stupid slutty bitch….
Let me keep my mind…. I want to stay…. I don’t want to be this cartoon bimbo, I don’t…..
I want to….
I want to….
Hehehe I want to suck your cock master….. Can I? Can I pleeeeeeease?
Its hard to explain that this is what you want…. That being held down, hands full of your own jiggly tits, as a meaty cock enters your feminine body is all you fantasize about. Luckily, Master knew…. He made your dreams come true.