Chapters The Service Model Chapter 6
The next day, as Sarah removed Asa’s soggy diaper, cleaned her, and flushed her with another enema, Jasper sat in his office, mulling over any last-minute modifications to his machine before he began the piloted testing phase. The apparatus in question stood before him in his workshop, and, looking it over thoroughly, he had to be slightly proud of himself.
It looked much like a motorized wheelchair, if you ignored the strange seat. The bottom portion featured a nearly-featureless black shell which contained the battery, a computer, replaceable tanks for wastes and nutrient solution, and motorized wheels: two large fixed drive wheels and two free-turning caster wheels for stability. The seat up top was less easy to explain, for it resembled a strange concave shell, almost like an infant’s car seat, lined with soft white padding with a few loose straps hanging off the sides, all propped a couple feet off the black motorbox by what appeared to be two adjustable pistons, so that it was about waist-height.
Pressing his remote to drive the chair in a circle, move the cradle up and down, he set it back to default, and fell back into his chair. The air of achievement was with him, and today was going to be a good one. It had started off great, with a fantastic session with Samantha’s mouth before he showered both of them, and a perfectly simple Americano from Lily. Nothing could stop him now. Glancing at his notes pinned to the corkboard behind his desk, Jasper’s gaze rested on the smutty little pinup photo that had started it all.
By the end of today, Asa would be offering herself like that for the foreseeable future; a gesture that would be impossible for any man to misinterpret.
And of course the ToyGirl herself was oblivious to this right up until Sarah picked her up (a sensation of dependence that still made Asa extremely uncomfortable, being so far off the ground, yet unable to see how high), then carried her to the workshop and deposited her petite body in the moulded cradle. Jasper wished Asa could see what she had become, but that would resolve itself sooner than later.
This new arrangement was oddly comfortable for her. Asa felt her body facing down into a strange seat, her naked ass higher than her head, but not enough to make her heartbeat pump in her ears or anything like that. She instinctively had her head turned to the side, like when one sleeps on their front to keep their airway clear, and she tried to forget why this wasn’t necessary anymore. The padding was perfectly aligned to her body, which she assumed wasn’t a coincidence, as the seat even had depressions in the soft surface for her breasts, and ended somewhere under her hips, indicating to her that this wasn’t just another bed, it may have no guardrails to protect her. Unsurprisingly, her silent requests for blissful ignorance were abundant, as she now tried not to worry about how far off the ground she might be. This was the only thing that kept her from struggling or testing where her half-shell ended.
The next part wasn’t so pleasant, as she suddenly felt someone else’s hands on her! They were slightly rough, and larger than Nurse’s, but no less gentle, so she assumed this was a man, maybe a doctor, but that was just her mind grasping at straws, settling into gender stereotypes, desperate for some reasoning for what these two people and probably others had done to her. This little detail, different hands on her skin, this new…bed thing she was lying in, it all made no sense to her.
Until she could suddenly see!
Her tiny body flinched, and the sheer joy of sight after the quiet, black, solitary hopelessness of the last day and a half let her rejoice for a blissful moment before she realized why it all looked so wrong. It was like she was seeing the world through a fisheye lens, in just one ceaseless direction she couldn’t change or blink away. Desperately, Asa tried to close her eyes, but instead all she saw was the surface of this strange desk, parts and tools and papers strewn about semi-tidily, until her vision jostled and moved, like she was being picked up. Just seeing this fast motion without her body actually moving gave her sickening vertigo, making her empty stomach heave. Neither caretaker noticed.
Jasper held the device in his hand, verified it was on, then pointed the camera end toward the new ToyGirl, who suddenly stilled. Sarah saw it too, before the girl’s body started shaking in short, staccato bursts. “Well we know it works I guess,” Jasper stated simply. “Sarah, note down that visual relay to the implant is working correctly, we’ll adjust image quality tomorrow once we can get the patient’s sober feedback. Turning audio on after insertion, please refrain from using first names in her presence from now on.”
Asa was mortified. The sight of her mutilated body, the one that she watched silently cry as she did, had solidified what she already knew in a coldly permanent way: that naked limbless girl in the strange wheelchair was her, and there was no going back, no recovery plan. The two seamless globes of ass meant she would never run again, never mind try to live an independent life. And secondly, this was definitely not a hospital. Maybe a clinic, or an office, but honestly something about it looked less official than those places, which was entirely unsurprising at this point. An attractive brunette woman in her early 30s stood over her body in teal nursing scrubs taking notes, looking at the camera Asa could somehow see through, and whoever was holding it.
This was answered too as her viewpoint was carried over toward her body, towards her propped up ass…and between the larger-than-memory, perfectly round butt cheeks, toward her completely-exposed privates. Actually, the gesture in which Asa’s body was unintentionally presenting her bare, hairless pussy left her with no doubt in the matter, “These fuckers are making me into some sorta perverted sex… thing.”
In that moment she resolved to never let them win, and immediately began to struggle. Maybe she could tip over the chair! Or fall over and break her neck! Anything was better than whatever laid ahead, she thought to herself… but even as she reached this defiant resolution, she could see herself through the lens. The simple truth. The futile squirming wasn’t even dislodging her from the seat, it just made her look like she was shaking her artificially-large ass for these people. If she could’ve cried out in desperate frustration she would’ve.
Noticing this motion, Sarah took the straps hanging off the edge of the half-shell, and started strapping Asa into her plush mechanical prison. No squirming could help as Sarah turned Asa’s head so it was pressed mask-down into the padding, then clipped and tightened straps behind her head, upper, and lower back. Immediately, Asa missed the limited motion she had been able to manage, for she could hardly shift about, as firmly and safely pressed into her soft seat as she now was.
But Asa could hardly concentrate on this as the camera twisted around backwards so she was staring into the face of a man. Was this the architect of all her pain? He was talking, but she still couldn’t hear anything. Then her view started to move backwards… “NO nononononono, not there!” she screamed to herself, desperate breath hissing out her neck, as she felt Nurse spread her butt cheeks for the doctor man. Sure enough, the camera was slowly being pushed into her until-recently-virgin asshole, and this one was much larger, deeper than her first plug, making her almost miss the previous night’s unpleasantness. She clenched again with all her might, until she felt a painful shock! From her nipples? How the hell? And another! She contracted her abs desperately, trying to use her face and hips to pull her breasts away from their cruel torment, but the straps kept her pressed down tightly.
Jasper had no time for this petty struggling. He pressed the remote to activate the electrical contacts in the breast pockets, once, twice, and a long third press. He could visibly see Asa’s body spasming from the extremely sharp (but harmless) pain, and when her body had stopped seizing or straining against the straps, hopefully indicating she had silently given up, he pushed the lubed plug into her until just the wide circular base sat outside.
The device itself was quite complex, with controlled intake and release valves, a camera, microphone, and inflatable shaft, all in what was no bigger than a large plug one could procure from a sex shop. On top of that, it was all wireless, feeding data to the computer below which rebroadcast to her implant. He turned the mic on.
“Service Cart #1, please confirm you can hear me. Flex your left cheek, then right in response.”
She hesitated, ready to defy his command, but as pins and needles still coursed through her breasts, she reasoned with herself that there would be more important battles to be won down the line. Or so she hoped. She mentally extended her phantom leg, then the other, and the man confirmed, “Please note that audio systems are working correctly.”
Both of her tormentors walked away quickly, turning off her hearing again, and Asa was thankful for a moment to breathe, even if she was stuck with this horrid camera inside her rear which she couldn’t even blink away. Her eyesight was so strange, like she had a 180-degree field of vision; and her periphery was crystal clear, so the inability to look around except by turning her hips a bit wasn’t quite as restrictive as she had initially thought. Of course some of that periphery was taken up by the two lumps of flesh that now framed the sides of her viewport, her camera placed in the nefarious location it was, and below was quite a different story. The fish eye lens she looked through made her painfully aware of how close her new sight and hearing points were to her pussy, as she saw her outer labia nearly like someone would see their nose, a slight protrusion just below her field of view. It was like a new mouth, and that fact rang in her head; as horrifying as it was, it couldn’t be a coincidence.
But her resistance, her will to fight no matter how futile, her knowledge of how depraved this all was, it faded slightly next to a new feeling. Lust. She wanted this. Why? Something about the tightness, the helplessness, it overran her self-preservation instinct just enough for her to accept this treatment. And even as she knew this wasn’t natural, justified, it rolled through her consciousness like a bullet train, pulling up memories of her self-bondage sessions, her nights with Julio, or getting pinned down by her older cousins as a child. There was no stopping it. She wanted this, the tight bands over her now-useless body, even if she still didn’t trust them.
As Asa was going through this strange change of heart, Jasper was feverishly trying to stop the process.
“What is it, what’s happening??” Sarah asked him. She was worried for the poor girl.
“It seems like we were too late, the rewrite process amplified her memories of past submissive experiences like it’s supposed to, and now we just reminded her, triggering the latent program. But I…I can’t stop it now, we just have to see how far it goes.”
Asa was splitting down the middle. What kind of depraved person would do this to someone? (Who cares, they own you now.) They took her life away, everything she had. And for what? A glorified pussy on wheels? (Yes, you know it’s true, accept what you’ve become.) And what was she supposed to do now? Chase around men, begging them to fuck her? (Yes, and you want it, you want them inside you. NOW.) She didn’t, she knew she didn’t, but maybe…