Stories The Service Model
Part 1 of the Anything Co. series
A story about a young girl, turned into a tool for sexual release, and the events that ensue as she descends into her new life.
This story was begun as a GuroChan request (unknowingly) for Limbliss (who runs Amputee Nation) but it quickly grew into something more. This is the beginning of the Anything Company. This series will tackle more straightforward, present-tense body modification. The medical tech aims to be ten years off and no more, showing what a shadow organization could create today if it had a market.
Chapter 1
The young barista went to hand the man his coffee, her hand shaking a bit as it rose to the countertop. This was one of her most difficult customers and she absolutely refused to mess his order up again, but it really wasn’t her damn fault he was so particular! Once the cup was safely on the counter, she glanced at him, not-quite-ready for that potent look of disapproval he often wore.
He was honestly not much to look at, not unattractive but at least fifteen or twenty years older than her, a little soft on the sides, unexceptional in every way, but his order was always different, always over-complicated. It was like he was testing her or something, otherwise he would have faded into the nameless line of people needing their caffeine fix for the day. Now that she thought about it, the only thing she liked about him were the monster tips he left when she got his order perfectly.
“Here you go, Jasper.”
He nodded in gratitude after sipping, “Thanks Lily.” dropping a green portrait of Andrew Jackson in the jar on his way out.
Walking down the quiet suburban street towards his office, Jasper pulled a notepad from his coat pocket and crossed out the last two X’s. Damn, he thought. Just one more mistake on his “three strike” game he played to himself, and an Acquisition Team would have been in her flat tonight. He mused on what she would look like under that uniform, how much she would go for on the secondary market. Of course, he was just amusing himself. Abducting some perky twenty-something a block from his office could only lead to problems. It was another case of the mondays, and a weekend off always had his imagination running. Jasper sipped at his hot, overly-sweet coffee. Maybe this game wasn’t worth it, how much foam was on this thing?
He rounded the corner, his building down the block just another three-story office in some semi-industrial suburb. Ascending the staircase, he checked his phone to remind himself what was on his schedule for the day, but the whole afternoon was penciled-in “SERVICE CART TEST PROJECT.” Oh, of course, his latest pet project was due soon. Well, not due per se… but investors were itching for something new. When he opened the triple-locked access door to his space on the second floor, he heard a little squeal and something fall. Looking around the fire door, Jasper was wholly unsurprised to find Bunny on the ground again.
Now, to someone unfamiliar with the offices of Anything Co., the sight of a completely naked woman laid out across the industrial carpet would probably have sent them reeling with questions, but it was really quite simple: Bunny was the office pet. And you could tell just by looking at her, once you were aware that this business was a key peripheral to the luxury human-trafficking industry. Once you understood that, you would probably notice that her facial expressions were flirty but a bit dull, and her movements were repetitive, limited, nearly robotic. Even now on the ground, she was still ‘hopping,’ ankles together as they had instructed her to keep them, silently kicking, trying to right herself fruitlessly.
Bunny had been an early test, taken off the streets of some tiny new england town and subjected to hours and hours of hypnotic training – really quite crude, early work of theirs – until she was self-limiting her own behaviour. It wasn’t long before she couldn’t speak intelligible words, then she found it hard to keep her legs apart and hands anywhere else than supporting her heavy, augmented breasts. Jasper lifted her back to her joined feet, and the blonde hopped to steady herself, looked at Jasper with her blank expression, cocking her head like a curious dog, using those hands to jiggle her ridiculous tits for him. This was her way of asking if he wanted to use her, which was her only way of communicating, but to be honest not much went through her head these days, or that was the assumption of the development team (whom Jasper was head of when he wasn’t running the business). Since it was such early work, fresh out of his medical engineering degree, before they were even professionals really, Jasper couldn’t quite remember whether or not Bunny was still awake inside, watching her body offer itself and hop around the office endlessly in search of someone to satisfy.
Worrying that he had not understood her question, she turned around and – without changing her stance – bent over nearly 180 degrees to present her bare pussy and ass to him, but he simply spanked her and walked on. Maybe later, her well-used body didn’t entice him as it once had.
It didn’t really matter if she was awake, Jasper thought, cause nearly fifteen years had gone by and what was left of her sanity would probably be in tatters from the inane and degrading life she had been forced to lead. Now, times were different. ToyGirls they developed were only ever left with their original consciousness and identities when requested by a client. Jasper understood of course, for he had to be somewhat of a sadist to do his job… to have built this company, but leaving someone awake inside with their memories of conversion and life beforehand was cruel and, more importantly, risky. A slip up anywhere and authorities would have a firsthand witness to a side of humanity most people were blissfully unaware of.
As he walked down the hall, passing each workroom, he saw Andrew finishing off three ToyGirls. These naked, silent figures were the run of the mill brainless bimbos which knew how to suck, fuck, and say “Yes, Sir.” Blonde hair, huge lips, permanent makeup, breast and buttock implants; these clients had absolutely no imagination! Jasper caught himself underselling their bread and butter, these “basics” gave Anything their best margins, and their personality development had only gotten better and better. But Jasper had long since let others handle those simple orders, unless they were a security risk, and his company’s process was so effective that they hadn’t had an identity rejection incident in over three years. Besides, Andrew was his best technician.
Another room had Sarah, their nurse, running the identity rewrite machine on a new patient. This was next door to the intake room, where the new patients were kept sedated after Acquisitions brought them in. She had been a recent “hire” in the last couple years. A precocious thing that had discovered some patients disappearing from her emergency room after they came in for overdoses. Morals as they were, her silence couldn’t be bought, so after they brought her in Jasper personally refined her implant’s programming to retain her skilled identity, but continue to believe she was helping her new patients live a full and fruitful life. Like right now, she thought the identity rewrite machine was an MRI, but she still called it an IRM so no one got confused. The words were synonymous in her little head, it was truly simple.
Jasper had embedded a couple other trigger phrases, but if an old friend somehow ran into her three towns over and asked what she had been doing lately, she would respond with a rosy pride that she was working in a private clinic, still helping people just like she had always wanted. They had practiced the script together once and her mind recited it often to ring true to her. Andrew watched over her: just call it a perk of the job.
Their whole system was absolutely flawless. He had trusted employees, a steady backlog of orders, and his supply chain was solid.
This left Jasper to development, which he usually had an assistant to help him with, but currently he had to make due with his current staff after the last post-grad left for a competitor. But research continued on, it had to. The Company could throw out housepets, ponies, bimbos, dolls, and other simple requests with hardly a hiccup, but the investors wanted innovation, disruption; showboats that filtered down techniques to refine the normal requests. This was also the riskiest step. He had gone through four patients just figuring out how to implant his signature control interface in the patient’s heads. That had been the make or break moment, when he might have run out of money, lost the edge to a competitor, just from the expense of developing such a thing. Big pharma had billions to play with, and Jasper had maybe a couple mil from an investor to get the most advanced neurotech in the world out the door.
But of course that device had saved the company, and they were unstoppable now. No more make-or-break suggestibility/submission indexes, no more traditional hypnosis. This implant was an irresistible little bug in their head. A flaw in their defenses. With concentrated wireless power supplied by the rewrite machine, it had the strongest subject blank in three hours, no problem, after which it maintained that equilibrium, whispering, training away constantly on glucose energy alone.
And, amongst the right crowds, they were known for it.
He walked into his workshop and, like the others down the hall, this was part doctor’s office, part engineering lab. Two hospital beds sat in an attached recovery room, one was occupied, and as Jasper dropped his coat and briefcase down he checked the patient’s vitals on the monitors, and found them to be sedated like Sarah had assured him. A visual check was always a good idea, and when he walked in, he found a 20ish, Japanese-American girl, naked but soundly asleep, just like he had requested. Quite a beautiful face too, shame about that, his request had been more related to her necessary physique. The telltale bandage on her left temple meant Andrew had been working over the weekend, and the implant was already in. Fantastic.
Glancing at her chart, the subject was Asa Sumimoto, a 21-year-old track and field athlete with no remaining family and few friends (a usual prerequisite for acquisition), taking a year off college to focus on training. The report in his hand told him she had a history of sexual experimentation and her submission index was high, both unnecessary details which could only help him. Jasper inspected her, and found her to be a tiny, fit girl; most definitely a long distance runner. She was from over thirteen hundred miles away, across multiple state lines, and because they were located in the suburbs of a second-rate city in the Midwest, their office had no logical connection to her big-city life. No one would look for her here, and if Acquisitions did their job right, there would be no trail to follow.
He left the room to prep the operating area. It was going to be a long surgery.
Chapter 2
Asa Sumimoto struggled up the steep incline, jogging home from work. This was the home stretch, a side-effect of living on one of the many scenic hilltops in the city. The very motion of her body calmed her. Running was simple, good. She felt the sweat cooling her skin, soaking through the straps of her backpack. The evening air was still warm from the summer day, but to her it was just right, and her breathing was heavy but steady as she proceeded up past her house a couple blocks to the lookout over San Francisco and the Bay beyond. Needing a break, she slung off her tiny pack, collapsed onto a park bench, and laid her head back to look up at the late cherry blossoms above her.
This past year had felt so refreshing. Always a good kid, of course Asa had followed her baba’s advice and gone straight into college from high school, and done summer courses too to keep ahead of the curve, but the endless work combined with her running hadn’t left her much life outside. This had all changed about two years ago when her baba passed away, the last of her relatives this side of the pacific. Asa thought to herself about how alone she had felt after that, and how that loneliness in such a structured, sheltered life had eventually led her to dropping out from school (temporarily, she always told herself) to work a little bit, train as much as she could for her division championship, maybe make some real friends, and meet someone to start a relationship with. It had been a tall order for one year off, and she hadn’t quite completed all she had wanted to, but that was okay. She was still single, only playing around with a couple girls she knew from the team, and some guys she met at varsity parties, but at least she wasn’t a virgin anymore, and she wasn’t too awkward either. The last guy, Julio, a swimmer for their school, had been into some kinky shit, and even as Asa thought about their two short months together she got a little wet under her running shorts, thinking of his soft but firm hand on her neck.
Looking out over the city, she wondered if that relationship had affected her more than she knew. He had been so strong-willed but sweet, and she knew that if he hadn’t graduated and gone home, she would still be with him, maybe even living together… in their own apartment where no one could hear them – she stopped herself, a habit she had learned long ago. That was over, she knew it, but the late night runs to his place to get tied up and fucked still left her wondering where she could find that in this clean, Jamba Juice city. She had found some social kink sites online in the last couple weeks, and while tipsy had put up profiles with maybe-a-bit-too-revealing selfies and classifieds in all of them. She tried to remember what she had written, and only came up with the brand of cab-sauv she had been drinking, and maybe a blurb about wanting to be bound. “Be creative,” she remembered writing. Maybe that was the way to find the one, but until then she had to settle for the young, vanilla crowd she had settled into.
It didn’t really matter, she was going back to school in a couple months and she would be busy again, but it was good to keep an eye out now that she knew what she wanted in a partner. Maybe she would find someone fun in the rookies starting September. Oh if her baba saw her with another girl, there would be hell to pay, for sure!
That thought set her off, just a single tear, which she wiped away and jumped up to dispel. It was still a sore spot for her, but if she could get through her baba’s passing, she could get through anything. Now up from the bench and out of her reverie, she laid out on the grass to do some cool-down exercises before the short walk home. Asa threw some earphones in and started to stretch, and looking out over the city as the sun set, she was blissfully unaware of the Anything Co. Acquisition Team in pedestrian clothing, dispersing throughout the park to keep the area clear.
When she felt the tranquilizer dart in her arm, it was much too late. Within a few moments, the tiny runner was unconscious in the cool evening grass, about to be loaded into a nearby van.
Chapter 3
Asa awoke swaddled in fabric comfort, and she reveled in this dreamlike feeling for a moment but, even through the dense fogginess in her mind, she immediately knew something was wrong.
This bed wasn’t hers, and besides the fact that her face was covered and she couldn’t see a thing, her head felt uncomfortably full, congested, compressed. Her nose felt stuffy, she must have been wearing earplugs, and worst of all, her mouth was filled by something like a soft gummy plastic that went quite a ways down her throat. How she wasn’t gagging bewildered her, but she was truly perturbed when she considered how she was still even breathing. It was only then that she felt the unnaturally cool air rushing in and out of her neck.
This was wrong, so wrong! Was she in a hospital? How had she gotten here from the park? Asa reached up to touch her face, which must have been injured and bandaged somehow, but nothing responded. That’s strange. Was she paralyzed? No, she could still breathe (in her own way), she could still feel her back pressing into the mattress, but everything felt funny.
Lighter.
It was then that she felt some air move past her in the room. Turning her head, she wondered how the earplugs were so effective, she couldn’t even hear the rustling of her pillowcase.
Suddenly, someone sat on the edge of her bed, and Asa shook in surprise. Having no hearing or sight gave Asa no warning time, but she instinctively ‘looked’ in that direction anyways. Her covers were pulled back and Asa realized by the air that she was mostly naked. She silently worried about how exposed she was, before two fingers adjusted something sticking into her neck. Ouch! An IV? Why there? The touch felt oddly feminine though, and Asa had to assume this person was a woman, probably a nurse, which eased her concerns a bit. Maybe she could tell Asa what the hell was happening! How long had it been, had she missed her track meet?
Unknown to her severely limited senses, Jasper was also in the room, watching the first exchange and monitoring Asa’s vitals from the implant. He was ready to put her back under if she went into shock, but his diagnostic screen reported only general confusion and curiosity. This was a crucial moment, the wakeup, and they had to stick to the script. “Sarah, please give our patient a tour of her new body. Full tour please.” Sarah’s eyes glazed over when she heard the command.
Asa felt the nurse peel a small bandage from her stomach, and touch skin underneath that wasn’t quite healed. It hurt a bit, but the fact that it felt like an old wound made her worry. How long had she been asleep? Why couldn’t she move or see? What kind of hospital was this? She understood that this was a checkup, but Asa wanted answers, goddammit!! She shook her encased head in frustration and beat it against the pillow.
The woman’s hands stopped and one went to rest in a caring gesture on her upper chest. “Calm down,” she seemed to imply. It was then that, out of nowhere, the woman grabbed Asa right under her armpits, picked her up and sat her on her lap…
No. No way. This was too much. Her arms, her legs, were just… just… GONE!!!
Her breathing accelerated to a ragged pace and the woman patted her naked back like a baby. “Breathe, Asa” she told herself, emulating her dear grandmother from when she was a child, mourning her parents. “Just breathe…” She tried to decode these strange signals coming from her skin while she tried not to panic. She was sitting, yes, on the nurse’s lap, facing her. Asa knew her legs must be gone to sit like this, so lightly on her bum, which felt…different. She silently sobbed at the death of her athletic career, before the nurse let her hands graze up the young girl’s back to her shoulders. Oh god, her arms were gone too, completely.
Asa had seen runners with those Pistorius blades training at the track, but to lose everything?! All four? And her head!! What was even left? She couldn’t see, hear, speak, smell, taste, or run away from this horror. Now she began to really cry, and with no other option, she leaned over further into the Nurse’s warm, caring embrace. It was in that moment, as she slowly settled into her self-pity and grief, that she felt something.
Where Asa used to be able to embrace her friends without worry, for she had always had a relatively flat chest, now her breasts seemed to be larger, pressing considerably into the Nurse’s, like pillows splaying out between them. This wasn’t a hospital! What kind of accident or injury prescribed a cure of breast implants?! With this realization, Asa wiggled her tiny torso angrily in the seemingly genuine embrace of the Nurse, feeling the IV-tape pull at her neck, fighting with the limbs she no longer owned to do something, anything, to get away! In fury, Asa brought her head down like a hammer on where she estimated the woman’s head to be, and felt…something plastic? She had assumed it was just bandages on her head, but now she frantically rubbed her covered face on the woman’s uniform, trying to feel for where the mask ended. Her ears were free, for whatever good they did, and her hair seemed just as long, brushing her shoulders lightly, but her face itself was covered completely, from the jaw she couldn’t open to the crown of her hairline.
What the fuck was going on?!?
In the meantime, Sarah was rubbing her temple, but telling Jasper she wasn’t hurt from the blow. “It’s ok, its ok. She’s not very strong after a month under, and believe me, I’ve taken worse!” she remarked with a smile.
“Ok, well, let me know if that changes… Wait. What is she doing now?”
To the two of them, Asa’s frantic rubbing of her smooth plastic face on Sarah’s shoulder looked like animalistic stereotypy, but Jasper quickly realized, “She’s trying to use your body to feel for where the mask ends!” They both chuckled at the distraught girl’s resourcefulness.
To prevent another strike like before, since neither of them wanted to inflict unneeded pain or punishment on the new ToyGirl, Sarah easily turned her tiny charge around so her naked torso was facing away, breasts jutting out, nipples erect, now the longest appendages on her tiny body. Jasper restrained himself from reaching out to inspect her, it was important for the next part if Asa believed she was alone. They were off-script enough.
To Asa, her whole world was touch now, so her only feedback was the feeling of her bum pressing into Nurse’s thighs, slightly spread, the fabric of her pants, Nurse’s hands on her ribs holding her steady, and the cool air flowing over her breasts and unprotected pubic area. In this moment, trying desperately to cover herself up and feeling nothing happen but a bit of tightening in her shoulders, she realized how helpless she really was, the impossibility of escape, and it hurt her pride to realize how much this reminded her of Julio and their games. She recalled one night when he had bound her tightly, gagged, and blindfolded her. Oh how she had begged him to leave her like that and just play with her defenseless body, “and now I got what I asked for,” Asa thought to herself. This memory left her despondent.
Wait, why was she thinking about that? Why now?
Nurse suddenly pulled her backwards into that embrace again, but this time was different, more gentle, more… sensual. No! She didn’t want that! “You can’t do this!” she silently screamed. But Nurse’s hands found not a shred of resistance exploring Asa’s defenseless body in the quiet darkness, first settling on her breasts, tweaking the nipples she knew to be shamefully erect for everyone but her to see.
Only then did it cross her mind that she could be anywhere, a highrise in San Francisco or a cabin in the woods, and that anyone could be in the room and she would never know, and this thought terrified her as much as it amplified her Nurse’s caresses. One hand went up to outline the hole in her neck that allowed her to breath, and then lightly choked her, which did nothing to impede her breathing but did make her aware of the strange object lodged in her throat. Of course the whole time, Asa was struggling to move her non-existent limbs, to kick, punch, run away, but all she felt were twitches in what was later revealed to be perfectly round shoulders and hips.
While Nurse’s left hand choked her, her right crept further and further down to her pussy. “Good god, why am I so turned on by this?” Asa thought to herself. She should be furious, crying, screaming, and part of her was, but in the end, she was enjoying this feeling, however perverse. She failed to restrain a moan, but it only came out as a steady puff of steamy exhalation against the woman’s constricting hand anyways. When Nurse brought her other to Asa’s clit and massaged her where it counted, the young woman’s tiny body bucked in her arms in response. If her face hadn’t been covered, she knew she would’ve been flushed, begging for more from this nameless woman. Caretaker or tormentor, it didn’t matter which: the sensations between her legs (or where her legs should have been) were stronger than she had ever experienced before, and Asa couldn’t decide whether it was due to her utter helplessness in the soft but firm grasp of the nurse, or if there was some other reason, but she was certain that there was no resisting the oncoming wave of pleasure flooding her hips. And as she would stay forever more, Asa was absolutely speechless as she came for what seemed like the first time.
Chapter 4
Even after fifteen odd years, all the modifications he had mastered, invented even; Jasper was a tad impressed with himself as he looked on at the two women going at it, Asa leaning her masked head back for even more contact with her assaulter. That was an exceedingly good sign!
It had been a long process, over a month long, possibly one of the most debilitating procedures they had ever conducted, and poor Asa had been under for all of it. Luckily his implant had done most of the work there, as a chemically-induced coma for that long would have been dangerous.
The first week, he had concerned himself with the amputations, the part that would alter her the most and take the longest to heal. First the arms went, a clean bilateral shoulder disarticulation. Soft, ball-like implants went into the empty shoulder joints to round them out and give her defenseless torso a soft, “cutesy” look, even though she would now be limited to shrugs at most. Then Jasper let Andrew take over to patch her up, make sure the eventual scar would be nearly non-existent. Andy was much better at the fine surface work.
Then, the same process was repeated on her legs. Because she was of the Asian sub-type, she had a petite, athletic build, and her body mass index was so low, Jasper noticed that her mammaries and glutes needed a bit of a boost to increase client desirability. But instead of traditional ass implants, their custom hip-socket ball implants would make her butt appear to curve around perfectly, from her lower back to her hip bones in the front. When clients came to Anything, this was the attention to detail they expected, and Jasper was happy to provide, even if he knew she would never be able to stabilize herself upright with no stumps left, this wasn’t important for her future position. Hips were more difficult than shoulders though, and these would be on display often, so Jasper and Andrew were both present for the whole of this operation. Down the line, the minimal scarring left would be eased by creams and salves before she even left the building.
Of course, that left an open question: Would this experiment even be leaving the office? Jasper received his answer two weeks into the conversion, when a primary investor of his, a young executive in New York, gave him a call and asked for an update on new stock and experiments. By the end of the phone call, Jasper had a buyer, and he also had a request. Actually, Jasper nearly ran to the clinic room to keep Sarah from rewriting the limbless woman to a subservient, hypersexual test drone. Unfortunately, they weren’t quite fast enough, and a little bit of the rewrite actually did stick, amplifying past experiences and her senses to change her personality. They couldn’t know just how much had been overwritten and changed, but without a full blanking, it was all permanent, so they left her as she was and hoped it hadn’t made her temperament unsuitable for the buyer.
See, this particular investor had a taste for resistance. He loved it when his ToyGirls knew what had happened to them, and he had a retreat outside the city, upstate overlooking a pasture, where he would spend his weekends enjoying their company. His first purchase, a rather unique doll, had been similarly amputated to Asa, but had artificial limbs from a RealDoll seamlessly grafted at her joints so her frozen, silicone plastic body resembled those expensive companions. Jasper couldn’t recall her given name, it hadn’t been in her file way back then, but took to calling her Samantha. Her face paralyzed and made-up into a begging, playful pout, the girl was probably still locked inside, unable to cover her exposed pussy which constantly dripped in desire whenever anyone stepped in her bright pink doll room. Was that due to a motion-activated hormone pump? Or had that been another order?
Jasper had been only once to this retreat, and he fondly remembered when the young Investor had invited him to visit his old product. He vividly recalled walking in and watching her shake a bit in recognition. As he arranged her limbs in a suggestive and appropriate pose for what he was about to do to her, he checked his phone and synced it with the ToyGirl’s implant. He was only a moment away from inserting his cock into her needy twat when the status report came back. She was healthy, perhaps a bit undernourished, and (surprising to him) she was happy. Overjoyed. Flipping her plastic body over from its lewd, doggy-style position, he saw once again a brunette dollgirl staring blankly at the ceiling.
“Do you remember who I am?” He asked. The doll made the slightest nod, likely taking every ounce of concentration she had left.
“Good, good. Does your Owner treat you well?” A nearly-imperceptible shake of the head.
“Oh dear, does he hurt you?” A shake.
“You mean he neglects you?” A nod.
“That’s a true shame, just look at you! Now… I have a question, and I’d like you to humour me: do you like being this way? Do you enjoy what I did for you?” Several, small but quick nods came in reply.
Jasper’s phone had alerted him to her quite-genuine joy and gratitude and he recalled being oh so surprised she wasn’t lying, but of course that was exactly the reason the Investor had neglected her recently, it made so much sense! The passion he had then shown that doll in exchange for her gratitude had lasted him the better part of two hours, and within a month, Jasper had produced a replacement dollgirl with lasting fear in her heart for the Investor as a trade for his Samantha. It was only later that he realized that anyone starved for company and sexually denied for that long will say yes to anything, and believe it too. Nevertheless, even today she rests at home, on his bed, a soft vibe driving her busty, rigid body mad with desire as her favourite music plays on her headphones to pass the time and saliva drips down from her open, donut lips.
So, needless to say, even besides the kennel full of ToyDogs (male and female, delivered modified but untrained, as per request) they had produced for him and his wife a few years back, Jasper and the Investor had history, and mutual respect. So when he requested a reservation on the new model, Jasper had to oblige, even if a wild subject would make testing the new system a pain in the ass.
So, the operations continued. The second week consisted of a slight (by their standards) breast enlargement by form-stable silicone implant, her tubes were tied to make pregnancy impossible, a temporary gastrointestinal tube had been put into Asa’s abdomen for feeding purposes over the month of changes, and now Jasper increased her dosage of specific hormones and fatty substrates to round out the curves slightly on her muscular frame. He couldn’t put a traditional nasal tube down her throat, because the third and fourth weeks consisted of work to her face. Well, more accurately it was work to remove her face.
This was the most delicate part of the process, but also the place that oddly required the least aesthetic work. First, she was given a clean tracheotomy, and her larynx was permanently paralyzed just in case. Next went her eyes, then her eardrums were pierced and canals filled. Even if this project hadn’t required these details, this was an extreme version of the security measures they had to enforce if the patient was still awake and able to consciously move what was left of her body, like Asa would be able to. Strict, Jasper knew, but after 15 years in this business, he couldn’t be too careful. All it took was a sympathetic caretaker or nurse to help a ToyGirl escape and they had a leak.
Asa was more airtight than most.
Now that she was deaf, blind, and quite mute, Jasper’s fine surgeon continued. He extracted teeth, removed her tongue, most of her nose, and right before finishing up, Andy shoved a sterile, silicone dildo well down her throat so that the balls filled her tiny mouth and then locked her jaw shut with titanium wire. With her brows and lashes plucked and waxed and given a depilatory cream, her sunken lips and eyelids temporarily glued shut, her once-beautiful face was then liberally coated with a special glue that wasn’t so temporary. Finally, a blank white plastic mask designed especially to match her facial contours was placed on top, and pressed into the glue. Within 15 minutes it was permanently attached, and by a day later, the glue, which had been developed for the scales in a mermaid request a few years back, had biologically fused to her skin and muscle underneath, numbing it and permanently relaxing the muscles as well. Her hair, which had remained untouched throughout this process, was cut into a ponytail with bangs that came down over her newly seamless, white visage.
Two weeks after arrival, Asa was finished with operations, and was scheduled to have another couple of weeks to continue to heal her hips, shoulders, and breasts. In this time, Sarah applied depilatory creams to her now-unprotected armpits and pubic area and went over problem spots with a laser system, leaving her permanently smooth and low-maintenance for her new owner. Jasper remembered coming in to see her intermittently in those last couple weeks, sitting there on the edge of her bed marvelling at his and his team’s handiwork, measuring her body for phase two. When the swelling had gone down, he noted her satisfactory hourglass shape, and the lightness of her small torso.
And now that he knew that everything had gone according to plan, and she had woken up without pain, which he was very proud to keep from his patients (while they were in his care, at least), he was relieved. And he would need that peace of mind, as the next week would keep him busy finishing the technical side of this project: the apparatus that Asa would live in for the rest of her life.
Chapter 5
Later that afternoon, after she was finished waking the new patient and the other women were packaged for delivery to their new caretakers, Sarah was overcome with an intense headache. She slipped over to her medicine cabinet and popped out a couple ibuprofen, before retreating to the bathroom. Downing the pills with some water, she caught her own gaze in the mirror. A slight bruise was forming on her right brow where the patient had headbutted her, but that shouldn’t have sparked this kind of pain, it was just a little knock! Yet even as she stood there, she started to think, then she got confused, then she wondered where she was… Looking at herself as if she didn’t recognize the scrubs she wore, she tried her hardest to remember. When was the last time she had worked at the hospital… the ER… talked to her mother? They had been so close until… until what? Why hadn’t she called for… for months? Years?! Why–
Andy breezed into the bathroom, “Hey doll, the boss just left, so as long as you’re done, we can settle down tonight and pick up where we left off.” Sarah looked over at this man as if he were a stranger, and his face suddenly matched her look of concern. He got closer, reaching out to steady her, “Hey. Baby. Are you feeling alright?” he said as they embraced.
Along with the feeling of Andy holding her, Sarah’s thoughts flooded back, and she had a hard time remembering what she had been so worried about, adopting her usual happy tone, “Oh yeah, I’m fine. Just a bad headache, nothing to worry about, dear. You know, let me finish up, and that sounds like a plan.” They kissed and she left him to relieve himself, passing Bunny on the way out. What a strange woman, always so demure and reserved, Sarah wondered how she did her job at all, she must be an awful receptionist, away from her desk all day, chatting it up with the guys in acquisitions. But as she made her way back to the development lab, Sarah struggled to remember when she had ever actually heard that woman “chatting”.
Oh well.
Upon walking into the patient room, she found Asa trying to squirm to the edge of the bed, and just caught the last stretch as she touched the guardrail with her left bum cheek. With this contact, after who-knows-how-much struggling, or however much she could gauge from the heavy breathing coming from the trach, Sarah watched with concern as the tiny girl collapse even further into the bed, either exhausted or distraught, probably both. “Poor baby.” she cooed to no one. She placed her hand on the girl’s sweaty abdomen to let her know she was there, and the girl flinched, recoiled in surprise. Such a tough life it must be after her horrible accident. “We’ll find you a new home, yes we will,” she said as she repositioned Asa back up on her pillow. The details of her mask were so distracting: the slight relief into the matte-white plastic depicted a girl with her eyes closed, with exaggerated, cartoonish eyelash lines and a coy little smile, as if she were having a deep, naughty dream. In reality, she had no idea what the disabled young woman was thinking, but Sarah knew she wouldn’t like the next part.
Because of her disfigured face, and Jasper’s order to remove her g-tube, Asa required feeding and hydration through a different method. Sarah wished she could warn the poor girl for what was coming, but she couldn’t fathom a way.
Asa was still breathing hard from her escape attempt, if she could even call it that. She felt pathetic, completely unable to defend herself. Even a six-inch lip on the side of her bed was enough to imprison her! But it was all so futile and she knew it. When Nurse had picked her up and put her head back on the pillow, the reality of how little she had travelled in the last…oh keeping track of time was impossible… anyways it was made painfully obvious. It couldn’t have been more than a foot or two, and she was being generous with herself. With no limbs to run with or voice to beg for rescue, how was she going to get away? What was the point of all this??
But then again, what was the point of escaping? Her old life was over now, she would never run again, never finish her studies, or take over her baba’s old home. Distracting her, Nurse put her hands on Asa’s hip and shoulder and easily flipped her over onto her firm chest, to her infinite confusion. Then she felt the woman spread her ass cheeks apart.
“No! No way! Not there! I’ve been through enough!” Her silent struggles were no match though, and after a small bit of lube was applied, Asa, who had never let anyone in her backside and had never ever planned to, felt what she assumed to be a cold metal plug press against her anus and struggle to go in. When she clenched as hard as she could, Nurse let up for a moment. “HA. See? Not so usel— OWW!!” The woman had spanked her! The stinging pain stayed with her for a moment, and was followed by another! And another! Even in pain, Asa was resolute until the moment she remembered she had no way to protect her behind, and another three stinging swats had landed. “No more! I’ll give in, I swear!” she wheezed to herself.
Sarah didn’t want to hurt the girl, but she could think of no other way to communicate the necessity of eating and drinking to a girl with no mouth, and fueled by the headache this ungrateful girl had caused, Sarah’s patience was running thin. She tried again, and even though there was another instinctive moment of resistance, the plug went in without issue. She had no way of knowing how degraded Asa felt.
Asa tried to push the thing out, but it seemed nearly impossible, and she honestly feared what the repercussions would be if she succeeded. Through the metal mass, she felt Nurse attach something, and then she felt water, or something, going in? Asa had heard of her running friends doing juice cleanses and enemas in the offseason, but she had never been into such invasive fads. The water continued to rush in, almost as if Nurse was forcing it (she was), until Asa felt that she couldn’t take any more. As it became truly uncomfortable, the flow stopped, and she felt the tube detach, but nothing came back out, and Asa was left with a persistent need to relieve herself with no way of doing so. She was flipped over again to her back, with less care this time, and left for a few moments before Nurse came back to lift her ass up. Besides jostling the uncomfortable fluids that were in her at this moment, she realized within moments of coming back down that the woman was putting a diaper on her.
Was this it? This was her life now. Nothing could permeate the dead silence and the endless black of her mask, and she wouldn’t even be able to tell her attendant she needed the toilet. She could have resisted more, insisted to herself she wasn’t a baby, but it was truly pointless. All Asa could look forward to was the feeling of fresh sheets every other day, the beam of sun that warmed her skin through the window sometimes, and getting touched down there by Nurse or any other random person who walked in, which she assumed was her purpose now, based on the changes they had made to her. But it was all guesswork. Hell, she had no idea if Nurse was even a real nurse, but it was a better name than ‘Random Caretaker/Captor #1’.
And so Asa laid there, slowly absorbing what her nurse knew as a large electrolytic nutrient enema while, unknown to her, the lights went out and Sarah packed up to leave for the night. Right before she closed the door, the good-hearted attendant realized her carelessness. She covered the little girl up with blanket and placed her hand on her patient’s chest to try to say goodbye, before dashing out to meet Andy’s car and head home.
Of course, for Asa her first night wasn’t much different than her first day. She fell asleep once the pressure in her colon decreased a bit, but it never truly went away, and when she awoke it was joined by an equally unpleasant pressure. Asa hated the idea of using her diaper, even just to urinate, because she had no idea how long it would be until Nurse came back and once she relieved herself, she would have to live in her own filth for who-knows-how-long. Even if she couldn’t smell it herself, it was gross! She was only now growing suspicious that it was night-time, as the temperature of the room had decreased slightly and she hadn’t felt anyone walking nearby or adjust her for a long time, so her option to hold it in became more favourable.
She didn’t have much longer to ponder over her choices though, for once the waiting game became futile, painful even, and no amount of fidgeting and flexing her legless hips on the bed would help, she let go and pissed herself for the first time. And this nearly broke her.
Sarah at that time was home in bed, four hours from her alarm, lost in what felt like her first dream in ages. Andy had proposed to her after their two years together, and she was wearing a white dress, but then her family showed up, her coworkers from the hospital, her whole life, and another man who already had a ring on. Where had they been for so long? She was so happy they were here to wish her well in marital bliss… but they didn’t. They were all screaming something, something horrible. The sound of the words made her want to run away from him, it couldn’t be true. “NO!”
Sarah awoke with a start, bolt upright, before calming down, forgetting their awful words, then their dire meaning, and finally settling back into her lover’s arms.
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…
Chapter 7
The next two months in the cart proceeded much the same as the first day, and they were all equally degrading. Besides the testing and fitting, small adjustments to the frame, Assa was trapped in her new chair, and the man she soon identified as Doctor assured her she would stay there unless she needed cleaning, which became twice-weekly baths, real ones in the lovely water unlike the wipe-down she experienced other days, blind and deaf in the hands of her Nurse in the tub. It didn’t matter anyways, there was no reason to leave the machine except for her dignity, which was obviously of no concern in the wake of the “innovations” her Doctor sought.
Her life was simpler now. Every night after the last employee left the office, Assa would retreat to her designated corner to recharge, refill her food tank, and drain her waste tank. For these mandatory hours she was locked there, until 9am when the office would open again. When her alarm went off, three short shocks would pierce her nipples to wake her, and her hearing and sight would turn on. Her usual routine back home of going to the bathroom to pee became irrelevant, as every night a panel would eject from her seat and cover what Doctor called her “face.” Assa knew this wasn’t really her face but she couldn’t prove it anymore, or reply to him at all, so she eventually succumbed to his reasoning. There were valves in her plug and later her urethra which the panel connected to for flushing and draining overnight. It then filled her in the morning with her breakfast enema. Two more meals would sit in her for an hour each day and then be flushed out, as well as two more bladder releases, which she was always thankful for due to her diet being mostly water-based. Other than these basic maintenance functions, if she had serviced anyone she would get a short “mouthwash,” as Doctor called it. The panel covering her only line of sight was always claustrophobic, but living as a deafblind quadruple amputee with a webcam shoved up her ass had redefined that word for her.
She had a couple minutes from wakeup and breakfast to drive over to the front reception area, join her new friend Bunny, and wait for the Doctor’s employees to walk in. Regularly, she’d be taken aside and fucked by either the tall man who always kissed Nurse, or any of the other men in the office down the hall, the ones with maps and pictures of women on the walls. On the rare occasion neither Bunny or her were used, she could usually get the dumb blonde’s attention by shaking her hips slightly or gently driving into her, after which the woman would notice her over-lubricated slit, bend down, and lick her to a few deep orgasms. Assa couldn’t really tell her to stop, not that she would want to, so she usually just enjoyed herself until the woman got distracted by a passing employee and hopped off in search of greener pastures.
This moderately helped her most recent problem: her new, hypersexual tendencies. These were intensely worrying, but in an environment where any sort of aphrodisiac or hormone cocktail could be going into her enema solution, she still couldn’t explain her severe mental break from the first day in the chair, and any “daily service count” below her quota resulted in late-night nipple shocks interrupting her solitary sleep, it was no wonder she was turning into the sextoy they wanted of her. A “toy girl,” as Doctor called her.
Oh, she had tried to resist, especially in the first week after her shameful realization that she now inexplicably became wet to the point of dripping whenever she was approached for use by a man. The firm padding under her clit had vibrated a bit during these times the first few days, and Assa rightly-assumed it had been a positive-reinforcement training program like she had learned about in first-year psych class, but Doctor soon said it wasn’t necessary, and now only used it to punitively edge her overnight or reward her for good behaviour.
Resistance came with opportunity and, well, it turned out that driving her new wheelchair around was surprisingly simple, she just had to think of walking to roll forward, or running to accelerate. Early on, she had to consciously extend her non-existent legs, flexing her butt cheeks for all to see, but now it was second-nature; just the thought moved her forward. It was objectively horrifying to remember the sea breeze against her body, sweaty from exertion, and now have that same feeling on her “face” due to her wetness and desire, rolling through this office where awful people ruined the lives of countless girls like her, but she had no choice, so she carried on. Doctor was very clear that if she tried to ram down the front door again or escape in any other way, he would put her chair on autopilot, dormant and trapped unless someone called for her. But that threat was overkill after the tortuous edging and shock session she had experienced for 14 hours straight the night of her escape attempt.
This wasn’t the truly degrading part, though. She hated the feeling of their rough hands on her now-prominent hips, how she couldn’t look away as they unzipped their pants and brought out their erect cocks (she almost knew these office-goers by their genitalia, not by face as those were too high up). Then, it was always her responsibility to mentally lock her wheels, visualize standing or sitting down to mechanically raise or lower the height of her new mouth to align with their needs, and then wait for them to grasp her ass, shoulder, or hair (which seemed to have been left unmarred for this exact purpose), pound her pussy till they unloaded into her, all the time listening to the sloppy sounds from the microphone right next to her tight, wet mouth as she waited for either a command or their finishing thrust.
The commands she accepted were “tighter”, “looser”, or “help”. “Tighter” would make the interior shaft of her anal plug inflate, pressing into her vaginal cavity, and “looser” was the inverse. These were initially very uncomfortable, a more acute pressure than her enemas, but she grew used to the other sensorial benefits of feeling more from her intruders. “Help” activated a sort of quick oscillating motion in her seat or the actuators below which would force her tiny body back and forth like a jackhammer, stroking their shaft. It gave her a very bad headache the first few times, and Doctor had to do some work to make the motion more “livable,” as he called it. But the thing she hated most of all, beyond the degrading acts themselves, was how much she craved that finish, that knowledge as the semen dripped from her mouth into the collection tray below, that whether she came or not, she had been a good girl, and if she did cum it was a gift.
This utterly foreign frame of understanding would fill her mind for a blissful 5 or 10 minutes after she completed someone’s servicing, and the comedown was harsh. It was not uncommon to hear a high whistling as she screamed silently at what had happened to her, or for Doctor’s tablet to describe ‘self-hate’ and ‘despondency’ as primary emotions during these fits. Frankly, Assa was concerned that even after two months, she had already changed internally as much as externally, and she had forgotten how to get back to her old self. And if that wasn’t scary enough, she was acutely concerned with how much she desperately wanted to avoid this hangover effect, and how what would’ve been sob-ridden moments in her corner a couple weeks ago were now spent in search of her next fuck to get back to that submissive high, to be reminded of Julio fucking her with his rough hands on her legless hips, like he used to before he abandoned her.
Chapter 8
Sarah had grown to like the new girl quite a lot, well, after they fixed the front door hinges from the first week. Ever since that night she had been as docile as a lamb, just roaming around the office, keeping the men company. Sarah herself was still getting her strange migraines, but something deep within her told her not to tell Andy or Jasper. She guessed it was just her fear of losing her job, as she couldn’t really remember her terms of employment very well, but the secrecy was hard on her because Andy was her rock: the most loyal, caring man, and she wanted to be honest with him, like she usually felt compelled to do, but she was just too scared this time. The dreams too came in waves, and so Sarah hadn’t been getting the sleep she needed, which together with the migraines was actually impacting her work.
Only last week, she had fallen asleep while bathing Asa, for how long she didn’t know, but when she came to, the girl was looking around desperately with her masked face, shivering from the cold water. Sarah remembered how she had brought her favorite patient into her arms, wrapped her up in a towel, and hugged her for ages, just crying and telling her how sorry she was for everything she had done. And something about that experience had been about more than just leaving her in the bath where she could’ve easily drowned, but later on, Sarah couldn’t imagine what she was really apologizing for. Hadn’t they done all they could to save her life from… from… whatever horrible affliction she had contracted? Why couldn’t she remember why they conducted such drastic operations on her? Wasn’t there a reason?
These blanks in her reasoning were coming on more often, and so was the fear she was losing touch with reality. It came to a head about two weeks later, the night before the Investor’s courier was coming to pick up Asa, while Sarah and Andy were out on a date. “Actually quite a nice restaurant for this weird little town,” Sarah mentioned with a smirk, when her flirty exterior suddenly faltered for a moment. “Wait. Why do we live here again? Before I met you I was kind of a big city girl.” Andy looked at her quizzically. “We met at work, silly, don’t you remember? You’ve always lived around here.” he stated simply, eyeing her as he sipped his wine.
This didn’t sit right with Sarah, who knew this to be false, deep down. She had always lived in…where? Where?!? She looked down at her dish and started to panic. “Where… where are we? And what’s your name again? I need to go home, now. Lakeview, Chicago. I don’t know where I am.” Her head suddenly felt like it was splitting open, and the man she was having dinner with looked at her, aghast, before taking over the situation. At some point Sarah blacked out from the pain, and before she knew it they had paid, were in the car, and when she woke up they were on their way… to the office?
Feeling slightly better, Sarah was still confused, “Andy why are we going back to work? It’s nearly 10 at night.” He was oddly quiet, writing her concern off with some excuse she half heard before dozing off again. When she next woke up, her husband was carrying her up the stairs to…someplace new… a strange office. “Kyle… where have you been all this time?” He didn’t respond and his pace quickened. She nodded off.
When she awoke again it was morning, she was on one of their recovery beds, and her head was clear. Clearer than it had been for years. She knew what they had done to her, the mind games, the implant, and Sarah finally remembered Andy for who he really was: the man who had tried to bribe her in the cold carpark after abducting her patients. The last thing she remembered saying as a free woman was, “Not a fucking chance.”
She started crying, then bawling when she realized all the people she had personally hurt, maimed, erased for these god-awful men, but struggled to stop herself, knowing she had little time to reflect.
With not a moment to spare, she opened her eyes, and slipped out of the bed. She had to get out, get away, fast!! Today was delivery day, and no one would dare come in late. If Jasper or Andrew, or anyone else found her, she would be back in the rewrite machine, and who knows, maybe this time they’d fully erase her like she had to so many others. Rummaging desperately through the acquisitions supply cabinets she found some of the darts they used in the field, and a dart gun which she loaded. She knew that, as potent as these were, two, maybe three of them all at once could kill a man, which she had no problem doing after two and a half years living this forced lie, being fucked by that creep.
That’s when she heard it. The noise from the back room where Asa’s corner was, a noise she knew. Edging toward the hallway, a figure approached and she shot twice!!!! The office bimbo collapsed with a yelp and Sarah tried to calm herself as the adrenaline coursed through her. She knew it had been a false alarm… but the noise continued. Sarah snuck into the hall, tiptoed closer, and looked through the door’s window. Just as she thought. The amount of fucking she had seen in her time here was appalling, degenerate. “Testing the merchandise” Andy used to call it, when she hadn’t understood. Ugh, prick! And still Sarah remembered the feeling of peace she had felt whenever the implant would reinterpret the scene for her, glazing over her mind until she walked on to continue her business.
This was not glazed over in the slightest.
She watched the man she had been programmed to love fuck what was left of Asa Sumimoto. That poor girl! Of all the women in the storage bays, ready to be shipped off, Asa was the only one who hadn’t been wiped, erased. She was the only one who had anything left to live for, who would feel every day of her imprisonment first-hand. In that moment, Sarah knew she couldn’t abandon the girl. She burst into the room just as Andrew clenched the limbless ToyGirl’s ass and unloaded himself into her, and she shot him twice, three, four times with the tranquilizer gun. “What the fu…” he managed before he slumped to the floor.
Sarah dropped the gun and rushed over to Asa, speaking into the camera plug. “We don’t have much time. I’m so sorry for everything, you have to trust me now, I’m here to rescue you.” Unbuckling the straps, seeing the skin impressions from how tight she herself had fastened the young woman into this foul machine, she was filled with regret; she had to get herself and Asa out of here. Jasper would be here any moment. But as the last strap came undone, Asa started shaking and squirming in a way Sarah could recognize from months of being her caretaker.
“Wait. Do you… don’t you want to leave?” she asked, appalled.
Assa wagged her “face” back and forth in her lethargic cloud, trying her best to say no. This is exactly where she should be, why did Nurse hurt the man who was using her? She had been a good girl for him, she swore! All she wanted was to serve, and live in this post-orgasmic bliss for as long as possible! All she wanted was Julio. Didn’t Nurse know she was crushing her high right now? She had worked hard for that peace of mind! Given everything she had left! Go away! She tried to think away Nurse’s endless questions, and as she did, her unceasing eye watched Doctor walk in behind, set down his coffee, and pick up something from the floor.
Sarah felt the dart pierce her neck, and knew it was over, hopeless. She had wasted her precious time, her freedom, trying to reason with a damaged mind through her asshole. The bitter humour wasn’t lost on her, but before she faded away, she managed to look up at Jasper’s cold expression with the seething anger he deserved. “Don’t you dare bring me ba…”
Assa rolled around the two unconscious bodies on the floor and tentatively approached the Doctor, wondering if now was a good time. Desperate to get filled again, she committed to it, wagging her face to offer herself to him as if the entire showdown had not just occurred. Disappointing her, he dismissively walked on to check if the tall man on the floor was ok.
Only then, about 15 seconds later, did the spell break, and only then did the realization of what Assa had just done dawn on her. The realization that she had refused… REFUSED her only chance at going home. As Jasper steadied his beating heart so he could check for Andy’s pulse, he faintly heard a ragged, anguished whistling breath from the ToyGirl.
Epilogue
Three months later, Jasper sat in his office on the phone, and Assa was recharging in the corner, listening to the one-sided conversation.
“You know I really do appreciate how understanding you’ve been about the delays… “
“Well of course of course… and we did some work on her breasts as well if you’d like to use her like that more often, she only needs to leave your bed for sustenance in the cart twice a day at minimum, yes… yes, it’s all in the manual.“
“Yes she is a fiery one, see I know what you like, and our first draft was a little too… ‘well-made’ I should say… spent a hot minute in the eraser before you called in September. Actually you should be thankful we didn’t send the test model in the end… Well, with an unused body on hand compared to the one we’ve been running through the paces for months, you understand, sir.“
“Oh my trackers say the second package is nearly there as well. Are you calling from your retreat?”
“I couldn’t possibly! Well… maybe next month…”
“You know we’re always at your service here, anything for you… thank you, please enjoy… goodbye.”
Assa watched the joy shine across her creator’s face as he put the phone back into its cradle. She was a little far to have overheard him clearly, but she knew that feeling, the resolution of a job well done, like when she used to feel the good burn in her calves from a– No! Assa stopped herself, a habit she had learned long ago. Can’t go there, that’s the sad place!
Then again… she had been slipping toward true depression for a while, she knew what it felt like, so it was getting harder to avoid the sad places in her mind, it being all she had left. Nurse was gone, the woman that had cared for her, given her warmth throughout this ordeal. She remembered when “Service Cart Sarah” had showed up a month or so later. Assa had her suspicions for a while, but only when she glimpsed the long brunette hair left in a ponytail on the nude torso’s masked head and her restless fighting when being put in the chair did she know her Nurse was still alive, but now Assa’s new “sister”, Sarah. Assa wished she could’ve put a blanket over her old nurse during their nightly powerdown, just like she had done when Assa was brand new… but of course they both just shivered in their cold, black, silent night; totally alone yet only feet from each other.
Though it was impossible for her to ask, Assa stopped worrying about getting sent away, until the day before Sarah left. It was that day that Doctor bent down to talk to her, a gesture he almost never did anymore. Now that she thought about it, she only ever really saw people’s faces clearly when they were sitting at their desks, when she would come around the office like some ice cream truck, trying to tempt the boys away from their work so they could send her to the happy place. Anyways, Doctor spoke to her:
“Assa, you’re going to stay here in the office until we get another order for a service model like you, and even then, we might just make another instead, cause the employees just love you, especially Jim in Acquisitions who ran your op. You’ve taken over Bunny’s job just great and we’d like to keep you around.”
He said this like she had a choice, like it was a job offer she could refuse, but there was no way to decline, and even if she shook her Face side to side, Assa knew she would just get ignored or, at worst, a warning shock. Of course, she then wondered what would happen with all the mutterings she had heard since her arrival about the “investor,” but only the next day was Sarah, her only friend in this prison of men and blank bimbos, sedated and shipped off with her motorized cradle to him, answering her original question.
She was alone. Utterly alone. Bunny was gone, Sarah was gone, probably in retaliation for hurting the tall man and Bunny. Of course Assa had no idea if they were alive or not, her microphone couldn’t really pick up gossip, and even though her cradle had quiet electric motors, her mechanical apparatus was hardly subtle enough to sneak up and eavesdrop, but she assumed not. Why else would they be missing? Bunny especially.
And now she was supposed to be the new office bunny, but when Assa thought about how degrading that would be, how degrading it had already been, the tight imprisonment of what was left of her body, the threat of pain if she refused to submit; it didn’t make her go to the sad place. No, that was the loneliness, the boredom, her regret over what she had done to Sarah– no, don’t think about that.
No, really, the rest all just made her insatiably wet, and after months of beating herself up over enjoying her imprisonment as a fuck machine, Assa had finally given herself a break. This was her life now, and railing against it was futile, pointless. Her chance for escape was gone, her old life was gone.
But her memories of freedom still nagged at her; complex relationships, reciprocated love, pushing her athletic limits– Oh, an icon in her field of vision told Assa her batteries were recharged and food tanks were full. Rolling forward to find her fix, she thought to herself,
“Let’s go forget.”