Service Doll 323
By InescapableTales
* * *“Doctor Singer?”
The Doctor turned around in his chair without getting up. “You must be Jini,”
The younger man nodded. “A pleasure,” he said, looking a little lost. “I’m excited to work with you.”
The Doctor looked at his half-extended hand as the man glanced around the room. He glanced at the bank of controls and monitors in front of him, not entirely hiding his smirk.
“Just call me Singer. I don’t stand on all that ceremony and ritual. That’s for my girls. What did the HR idiots tell you we were doing today?”
“Well,” said Jini, glancing down at his folder, “I’m here to brief you on the psychological aspects of—“
“The robot perv girl, right?” the doctor said with a cynical smile. “Never needed a shrink to tell me how to do my job before, but they say I have to put up with you for now. Do you like girls?”
“Uh, yes I do. I’m not here to tell you what to do, Doctor.”
“No? Why, then?”
“I’m Just here to ensure that programming and mental adjustment are accomplished with—” he paused as the Doctor’s brow furrowed, darkening in the glow of the control system. “I’m here to help. You’re the boss.”
Singer relaxed fractionally.
“You know what they call this program?” he asked, a gleam in his eye.
“Control, Utilization, and Mastery by Sensory Override & Cooperative Kinesthetics, right?”
Singer broke into a lecherous grin. “Eh? I named it myself. It’s my research, my protocols. You’re the psych student. Tell me what I think about a shrink helping to esnrue these sluts’ programming and mental adjustment?’”
“Post-graduate researcher. You want my real assessment?”
Singer nodded with a grunt.
“Something went wrong with one of the last girls. You’re worried about what will happen to you if this goes wrong. And you’re pissed off because you know you need my help.”
Singer scowled. “Bullshit. What did the HR recruiter say about me?”
“Nothing. They were very circumspect. But they had a lot to say about pitfalls, given how new this protocol is supposed to be.”
“Idiots, aren’t they?” Singer mumbled, drumming his fingers loudly on the edge of the control panel. “Alright. Since I can’t get rid of you, you might as well share what you’ve got while I boot her up.”
Pira was surprised her arms finally moved; the dream had seemed so real, and sleep hadn’t left easily. She half remembered something over her face, but it was just a flash. And then the dream, all those hands, everywhere. She’d had such dreams before, where her body couldn’t move, and she just had to lie there and be touched, but they’d never been half so real.
How had she gotten to bed anyway? She’d arrived for the seminar at the Women’s Holistic Resource Exchange off campus right on time, folded her umbrella, and then…. She could picture the outside of the building, but when she tried to remember anything past the door, she drew a blank. Now, somehow she was at home and the room was dark.
She turned over and reached for a light, then jumped, pulling her hand back. Where she’d expected to find a little rustic wooden side-table, there was a cold, chromed surface with rounded edges. She looked around. The room was getting lighter on its own, the change gradual, but much too fast for dawn.
“So,” said Jini, gingerly leafing through the sheaf of papers, “we’ve got a 23-year-old female undergrad in literature. Took a couple years off before college and worked odd jobs. Scouted online based on her social media and erotic fantasy content. Recruited after she RSVP’d for a seminar in… looks like some kind of erotic self-hypnosis mixed with new age themes.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Singer said impatiently. “Middle-class family, moderately religious upbringing. Parents loved sky daddy. I’ve read the brief. Less bullshit — what have you got for me?”
Jini crossed his right ankle over his left knee and sat back. “Well, she’s independent and intelligent. introverted, with a high sex drive. Appears to be bisexual, but struggles to connect with people and has had few partners. She’s active in several online fetish communities, and her fantasies focus around control by a high-tech, malevolent force that transforms her.
“Quite imaginative,” he added abstractedly, looking down through the mirrored glass.
“So we’re the malevolent whatsit and our tech is sky daddy,” Singer said, scornfully. “Now we just put her through her paces like she wants.”
Jini looked up. “It’s not quite that simple. First of all, there are some ritualistic elements she needs to get in a receptive space — they’re all over her writing.”
“Skin her like Skinner. Got it.” Singer chuckled, looking over at Jini, who’d started rubbing his temples.
His expression soured.
“What? What did I say?”
“Nothing. Look, she wants a certain kind of, uh, manipulation. Wants to be… I guess ‘outsmarted’ is the word. Why don’t I just show you as we go along.”
“Outsmarting some lit undergrad chick from inside her own brain. However shall I face such odds?”
Jini sighed. “Just start me the process.”
Pira watched the strange room come into view. It was shaped like some sort of science fiction silo. There were cylindrical steel walls, topped by a high, dark, domed ceiling, lost in shadow. Diffuse light flowed in from hidden track lighting high up the walls.
She shifted silently and shuddered, angry at herself that she’d only just noticed. There were so many things wrong with the room. The air was odorless and silent — no upstairs neighbors clomping around, or smells of pot or incense, or her housemate’s reheated leftovers. Even the bed was wrong. The mattress didn’t creak when she moved, and the posts were way too high . It fit with the sci-fi theme — some kind of canopy bed made out of thick steel members, rounded at the edges.
She turned, spotting a glow out of the corner of her eye. The side table was a seamless rectangle with curved corners, and the top surface was pulsing with soft light. It formed into words when she looked.
“Welcome. Touch to begin.”
She reached out and tapped the surface, sending ripples of light flowing out from the spot.
“Alright, read off the stats.”
“Vitals are good,” Jini said. “Blood pressure is a little elevated, but she’s taking it pretty well, all things considered.”
Singer looked at him. “Sounds like we can push it then, right? Let’s introduce her to her robot overlords.”
Jini shook his head. “Start her off really slowly. Something relaxing, pleasant.”
“You’re kidding, right? This girl’s horny for this shit to begin with.”
“Trust me. I’ve read all,” he cleared his throat, “all about her fantasies.”
Singer sighed. “Alright, but I know who I’m blaming when this takes five times as long.Let’s do audio level 1. And queue up diffuse erotics, level 2.”
“Level 2?” Jini asked, starting the audio. “I thought we started with level 1.”
The girls eyes took on an inward look, and her breathing slowed. She looked up, scanning along the ceiling.
“Nah, you’re listening to me on this one — I’ve got a sense for these things,” Singer said. “This girl just started hearing voices, and she’s calmly scanning the skies for angels. Her blood pressure barely blipped. The least we can give her is level 2”
Jini shrugged, pressing the button.
Pira felt her ears twitch. There was a sound from somewhere on the edge of hearing, like quiet singing. For a long moment, she was sure it was coming from inside her, gently whispering from the center of her head. Slowly, she scanned the ceiling, looking for a source, but she couldn’t locate it.
She shivered, her skin taking on a pleasurable tingling quite at odds with her current predicament. She wrapped her arms around herself and lay back, gathering herself to confront her unseen captors.
“Who’s there?” she asked in the most assertive voice she could muster. “Come on, let’s talk it out.”
The tingling grew more intense and focused. Little wisps brushed along her neck and across cheek, while fingers of sensation began to spiraled here and there over her body.
“Look, people know where I am,” she called out. “I’m sure we can figure something out if you tell me what you—“
She gasped, pulling her feet up at a sensation like fingers dancing across her soles, then grabbed her left foot, examining it incredulously.
“How is this possible?” She muttered to herself. “Okay. Either it’s a very vivid dream or—“
She clasped her chest at the sensation of something circling her nipple, slowly getting closer. For the first time, she noticed she was still in her oversized tee from yesterday, with nothing else on.
“Or I’m losing my mind,” she continued. “Alright, let’s see what we can find out.”
She kicked her blanket off and started to stand up. The moment her feet touched the ground, she froze, her eyes growing huge at the unmistakable sensation of a soft brush dragging across her outer lips.
Pira dove back into the bed and curled in a ball, pulling the blanket over her head. She pressed her legs together so hard they were shaking, but the sensation simply continued. The music rose gently in her ears as she she scanned the surroundings for someone or something to fight.
Presently, the first hints of a strange resignation settled on her brain. She worked her hand between her thighs, with some vague intention to push the invisible brush away.
“I thought you were going to tell me before you turned on a new module.”
“Easy, boy,” Singer said. “I just slid up the erotics a hair and added a few new points. I’m not a fucking idiot.”
“Weren’t you in a big hurry to turn everything up?” Jini asked, still suspicious.
“Nah. Just wanted a higher baseline for sound. I mean, I could turn on all the modules at once, if you want to see our girl go haywire down there,” he smirked, “but it’s better if we take the time to calibrate. Makes it easier for the girl to accept her upgrades,”
Jini looked up with interest.
“Calibrate? So what is she feeling now?”
Singer shrugged, glancing down through the one way glass.
“It’s supposed to be vivid, but sort of dream-like — unfocused, I guess.”
He pointed at a screen showing an outline of her body, with dimly glowing patterns tracing along it. “The nanos have diffused out to the nerve endings, and we broadly mapped all her holes during twilight sleep when we cleaned her up. We can see what she’s feeling and simulate touch in a general area, but if we want to do complex sensations, like, say, a phantom screw, we need the help of her little friend in the nightstand.”
Jini nodded. “And she’ll do it on her own?”
“Of course,” Singer said with an oily smile. “This is a journey of pleasure and self-discovery.”
He glanced back at the screen.
“Ooh, dirty girl.”
“What’s that?”
“See the little blips, glowing orange and then fading back? She’s pinching her little robo-cunt. Now we know what kind of stimulation she likes.”
His eyes sparkled.
“want to see a neat trick?”
Pira couldn’t quite understand what she was feeling. It was like the pads of her fingers were growing little by little with every touch, while the little pinches she gave herself echoed along her lips. She’d feel the spots where she grabbed and pulled spread out along her lips, the pleasure running up and down.
She pulled her hands out and sat there in the dim light, waiting for the sensation to stop. It barely even eased. It felt strange, automatic, like it wasn’t Pira’s own body at all. The thought made her wet. She forced her eyes open and pinched down hard, struggling to bring herself out of the haze. The pressure crept higher, until she felt it slowly pinching down on her clit. Pira whimpered, matching the position of her fingers to the phantoms. Then, ever so slowly, she squeezed down again, letting out an airy moan.
“Looks like she’s getting pretty close,” Jini said.
Singer flipped on the audio feed, Pira’s breathy moans filling the control booth. “Sounds like it too. Time to start the first calibration sequence. Let’s see how she takes commands. You said she likes some kind of robot overlord thing?”
“Can you make it her own voice?”
Singer goggled at him. “You want her to lose her mind?”
“It’s always a voice from inside her,” he said quietly. “I’ll take responsibility if it goes wrong. Turn on a pleasure block so she doesn’t come, and I’ll put in the line.”
Singer rolled his eyes, flipping a switch.
“Pleasure block,” he scoffed. “You new guys always make things so complicated. Have her say what you want, but leave the sensations to me.”
“There’s something I need in the nightstand. I need it inside,” Pira’s own voice said.
It was quieter than her moans, and by the time she wondered if it were real, it had ended. A chill went down her spine, and she looked around, the sensations fading only slightly.
Th table was glowing again, a green light this time. There was a horizontal rectangle of light, about a third the height of the side, with a small circle flashing in the middle. And then that voice again, so quiet, but so terribly real.
“I need it inside.”
“What the fuck is it talking about,” she mumbled, pressing the circle. A drawer popped open, softly glowing with white light. There was a single object inside.
“What? No! No, I’m not doing that here.”
She felt feather-light finger work around her clit, and moved her own hand there, trying to feel as if the sensation was coming from her own fingers. Instead, her own touch made a double sensation, which spread out along her sex.
“I need it inside,” the voice whispered. “I need it so bad.”
She shook her head slowly, insistently as the voice begged. Then suddenly, plunged a finger inside herself, followed by another. She’d come, clear her head, and figure out how to get out of this nightmare.
“Ooh, that’s a bad habit,” Singer said.
Jini looked at him quizzically. “What do you mean? We’re making her do it, right?”
“I was talking about saying, ‘no.’ Hold on, I’ll handle it.”
“I thought this was, ‘a journey of pleasure and self discovery,’” Jini said, coolly.
“ Every road has its bumps,” Singer grinned.
Pira yelped and doubled over in pain as invisible fingers pinched down on her clit. The sensation was so painful and startling, she couldn’t even gasp until it left, moments later. Could it have been a cramp? Her own imagination? No, the other sensations were still traveling along the outside of her lips. She pressed her palm down against her sex, whimpering and fighting to ward off the feeling. But the fingers were back again, delicately pinching her clit, the pressure slowly increasing.
I need it inside. I need it so bad.
“Please,” she whimpered, on the edge of panic. “I’m trying. Just give me a second to—”
I need it deep inside me.
“Okay,” she whispered. “Okay, it’s okay. I do need... need to do it. Then I’ll get out.”
She reached for the dildo, her hand shaking. It was strange; long, black, and glossy, with a soft, flared base the bent backwards to cup her lips. The shaft continued beyond it, like the hilt of a sword.
She somehow expected the pinching and stroking sensation to grow more intense, but it seemed to lessen around her sex as she spread her legs under the comforter. She felt the stimulation move over her body, fingers lightly stroking her forehead and neck, as if promising to wring the tension out if she’d only comply. Another phantom started to drag across her sensitive nipples until she grabbed a breasts and squeezed, willing the teasing to stop.
And then the invisible fingers started to climb her lips to her clit. She pressed the tip of the dildo against her tight opening, slowly working it in. The fingers had reached her clit again, and were slowly pinching down, twisting back and forth with pleasure building towards pain. The room had gone dark, and the ceiling had taken on a blue glow that focused above her. She blinked. There were words in front of her.
All the way in.
The words rippled in sequence, and she heard her voice say them in turn. “All the way in.”
She pressed further.
The words rippled again. This time, she said it out loud. If she couldn’t stop the worse, at least they could come from her own mouth.
All the way in
And then it was.
When she used toys at home, she never went that deep. She was completely filled, the tip even pressing against her cervix, and the base wrapped tightly around her outer lips and clit. Somehow she wasn’t surprised that it was sized perfectly for her. Who else would it be for?
“That pinch stressed her,” Jini said.
“Poor baby. What is she? Your girlfriend?”
Jini looked out silently.
“It’s a common issue, my man. Sometimes the kick from the nanos is a little spicy. But hey, she’s enjoying herself now, and she learned something about doing what she’s told.”
“Blood pressure is still a little high,” Jini mumbled.
“Don’t worry so much,” Singer said, his tone conciliatory. “Your girl is about to earn herself a nice reward. I’ll even use a little manual touch around the face, just to bring her stress levels back down,” Singer said.
There was a beep.
Singer smiled, looking at the display.
“That’s a good girl. Now you can just lay back and enjoy the ride while we get your cunny all nice and calibrated.”
Jini looked at him. “Can she take new messages?”
“I need it inside,” she said with the flashing words, as the device started to hum.
This time, it was true. The perfect fullness, the gentle sucking at her lips and clit — it was so excruciatingly, achingly beautiful. that she wanted to cry. She felt pressure on her forehead again and sighed, relaxing, as the sensation increased.
“I’m safe here,” her voice whispered in her ears. “I was made for this.” She sighed as the humming grew slower, deeper, building in intensity, the glowing words dimly visible through her lidded eyes.
She gasped, feeling a little prickle of not quite pain, somewhere along the length. And then another, like icy raindrops.
It was strange — pleasurable, but intensely alien. She opened her eyes for the comforting words, and sighed out, “I’m safe here. I was made for this.”
And then a new phrase.
I was made for pleasure.
She closed her eyes. The raindrops were filling her from the inside, a cascade of little icy points sizzling at random along the hot shaft that filled her, growing to a storm. She could almost hear the rain behind the airy voices, still distantly singing . She ran her hands along her legs, rocking her hips insistently as tiny sparks flashed and faded inside of her.
And she whispered along with the voice.
“I’m safe here. I was made for this. I was made for pleasure.”
Jini pointed at the colorful display showing her vaginal canal. “Is that noise?”
“Not exactly. The thing has thousands of tiny electrodes. We spread the shocks around at random so we can calibrate without hurting her. Once it’s done, we can just chain the impulses together if we want to give her a shock, or some pressure — as nice or nasty as we want it.”
“And the rocking doesn’t throw it off?”
“Nah, most of them do that. It actually helps us to record it moving around, pressing against her walls — makes the resolution a little better when we send her sensations later.
“Now, what we do next depends a lot on their fantasies. With some girls, we’ll get hands-on pretty quickly, to get some organic sensations we can use. But we’ll take it slow with her like you said.”
“No,” Jini said looking down, “She’ll be expecting thing to move along.”
The rain stopped suddenly, and Pira opened her eyes, still grinding against the dildo. She looked up at the ceiling. She was surprised to see a loading screen, scaling up in green text. In a moment it flashed.
«bioDrone conversion complete»
She felt a happy buzz work along the shaft in response. It was so pleasurable, it took her several moment to even contemplate the text.
Then it hit her. She sat up suddenly, looking at her hand in a panic, turning it forward and backwards.
She sighed, shaking her head. It was still flesh. Of course it was still flesh. She was still flesh. She’d had this fantasy before, and it was just a fantasy.
But no. Some cybernetic dildo was still deep inside of her, she was locked away God knows where, and this was no fantasy at all.
«You may remove the conversion rod when ready, to begin programming sequence.»
Immediately, the shaft started buzzing, the stinging intensity, like nothing she’d ever felt.
“Oh fuck! Too much! Too much!”
She pulled it out and flung the covers off her, sitting up against the headboard. Green writing scrolled into view.
«Programming sequence initiated»
«Resistance*Compliance configuration initiated»
Singer stared. “You going to fill me in on what the fuck you’re planning?”
“I’m using her fantasy structure to get her used to automatic obedience. She won’t have a chance to disobey this way.”
“Of course she’ll disobey! No one wants it that bad.”
Jini shook his head, a new glint in his eye. “No. It won’t be disobedience. The drone will be using negative feedback to reconfigure itself.”
“Get on with it,” Singer sighed.
«The drone will now tune reinforcement protocols. Obedience and disobedience will test and configure positive and negative reinforcement protocols.»
Pira stared, her heart pounding as words faded and were replaced by the blue text, the words flashing in sequence
I am safe.
“I am safe,”
She felt a delicious tingling work its way up inside her.
“Fuck,” she breathed. “Wow.”
She tensed. The sudden stimulation had made her eyes roll, and the words had moved with them, as if they came from inside her.
“No,” she whispered. “Oh, no.”
Pira shut her eyes tightly and the words disappeared, thank God. At least she still had that escape. It wasn’t much comfort. She’d understood what they’d planned as soon as the “Resistance*Compliance Configuration” text had come up. She knew her body was still hers, but at the same time, some part of her was certain she was already a converted drone. It was just a matter of tuning and configuration.
“I am safe,” she repeated with the words. She pressed her fingers against her sex, trying to extend the sensation, but all she felt was her own touch.
It wasn’t enough compared to the heavy stroking of the invisible machine. She lay back, not bothering to cover herself this time, watching the text travel with her gaze.
I am a bioDrone.
Pira shook her head silently. She wouldn’t give in — not yet. Not to that.
She took in a sharp breath as a shock of electricity crackle over her lips. She didn’t call out. She could take it.
“I can take it, Goddamn you,” she said through clenched teeth, waiting for the next punishment.
It didn’t come. New green text appeared.
«Positive and Negative reinforcement operational»
«Unmounting Pira person. You are now a sexual servitor. Designation: ServiceDoll323»
SILENTLY AWAIT INSTRUCTION.
“No! How did you assholes get inside my fantasies? I’ll fucking ki—” she doubled up in pain from the rapidly mounting shocks, then squeezed herself, trying to rub away the shocks.
They shot up and branched like angry ants crawling over her chest. In a panic, she took off her shirt and threw it into the darkness, brushing her skin.
REMOVE YOUR HANDS. SILENTLY AWAIT INSTRUCTION.
She let her hands drop to her side, breathing heavily. And like that, the pain was gone, replaced by a wet, warm sensation, like a dozen tiny mouths kissing and licking at her labia. Her mouth dropped open, her eyes glazing over as she panted. Suddenly, the shocks started again, traveling up and down her canal. She flinched and removed her hands before she even processed that she’d been masturbation. It felt natural, automatic.
Programmed.
STATE DESIGNATION
“Service Doll three-two-three,” she said, quietly.
“Jesus, Christ,” Singer said, laughing. “You’re something else, man. Half the time, they’re banging on the walls at this point. You really get this girl, huh?”
“It’s my job,” Jini said quietly.
“You got her shirt off too without even asking,” Singer said, tapping at the controls.
“Like I said, just my job.”
“I fucking hate false modesty,” Singer grumbled. “Alright, if you’ve got the commands entered in, I’ll roll out closed-eye functionality.”
Words flashed for just a moment with the hint of a whisper, and then the pleasure was back. She closed her eyes and lay back, her hands clasped together to keep them out of her sex. There was the faintest trace of an after-image left behind. It reminded Pira how tired she was. She whimpered as the stimulation continued to tease her.
“Fuck,” she whispered to herself. “Why, the fuck....”
The shocks were more subtle this time, seeming to vary with the volume of her words. Some part of her was strangely disappointed.
REMOVE YOUR HANDS. STAND STILL AND SILENT.
She glazed over at “REMOVE YOUR HANDS,” lying there silently as the shocks climbed.
“Oh, no!” she mouthed silently to herself, rapidly rolling out of bed. Throwing the blanket off, crossed her hands over her nipples, planted her feet, and held as still as she could. The pain continued. Apparently technically following “remove your hands” wasn’t enough, but as soon as she dropped her hands the pain tapered rapidly to nothing.
The pleasure was faint this time, flickering again as words flashed and whispered, too quickly to see and too quietly to hear. Then, a new command.
DISPLAY STANDING 01
Before she could even think to disobey, her hands were entwined behind her head, elbows back. She felt a cold sensation in her belly. She couldn’t let them do that! She couldn’t replicate the positions from her own story at her captors’ whims.
She dropped her elbows and immediately fell to the floor in crackling agony. She lay there for a long moment, gasping in pain, until some detached part of her was satisfied with the negative reinforcement. Pira struggled to her feet, and pulled her elbows back to display her breasts.
A timer appeared, more vivid than anything she’d seen before, as the pleasure started to flow.
20, 19, 18.
Ecstasy coursed through every part of her body, caressing her nipples, cascade in warm streams of stimulation down her back, filling and emptying her sex until she was whimpering in pleasure. There was a quick, bright shock, and the sensation stopped.
STILL AND SILENT
DISPLAY STANDING 01
20
19
18
Pira held focused on staying still and silent. As the sensations again melted along her body, she stared into the display. It seemed deeper this time, not just decreasing, but subtly pulsing and glowing. She could almost see the delicate slices, the tenths and hundreds and thousandths of a second cascading.
She managed to hold still for 10 seconds this time, and barely flinched when she set off the punishment once again with some subtle movement. She smiled to herself as the timer reset, blandly happy that again she could face the challenge: display herself, feel pleasure, and wait.
The third time, she won. Whatever she’d been struggling against, she was sure she’d won — the sensation was too exquisite to mean anything else. She closed her eyes, but it didn’t matter. The mysterious words appeared and whispered, audible and lingering again, this time in a color she’d never seen before — a color that couldn’t exist outside her mind.
“I’m safe here. I was made for this. I was made for pleasure.”
Pira read along as the words slowly pulsed, knowing she was made for this, and she’d won the game. She kept her eyes closed, admiring how the new words glowed even brighter without the dimly lit room.
DISPLAY KNEELING 02
30
29
She felt a surge of confidence. She could win all their games.
“Alright, break time,” Singer said.
“She’s just starting to obey reflexively,” Jini said, watching Pira move through her paces.
“Which means its time for some rote programming to make sure that physical obedience instinct soaks into her blissed out little brainstem.”
“Oh, yeah,” Jini said looking back, his eyes tired.
There was a knock at the door.
“Who’s that?”
“Our break,” Singer grinned, motioning Jini forward. “Bring her in.”
At the door was a tall woman with dark skin and the curves of a natural glamour model. She had an outfit that looked like an electric blue fetish stewardess uniform, perfectly paired with open-toed platforms and a blank look. An LED display blinked right below her cleavage, flashing “SCAN ID.” He slid his lanyard back and forth in front of the display, until he heard a soft chime.
“ENJOY,” the display flashed.
The woman suddenly came alive, speaking in a smoky contralto.
“Thank you for your order, Sir,” she said, leaning forward to kiss him. “Would you like to start with dinner, or desert?”
“Just bring it in, Angie,” Singer called out.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice eager and energetic as she retrieved a small cart from behind her.
Jini had intended to sit this one out, ignoring the room’s other occupants to eat his lunch and review their progress. But the scene quickly became too loud and distracting to ignore, once Singer started fucking her ass. Jini gave in, unzipping as he walked up to Angie. However they’d trained her, she was quite good at her job. She gave him a big, happy smile when she saw the cock, and launched into a very sweet, affectionate blowjob. It was all the more impressive with how savagely she was being reamed by Singer. Jini ignored the noise as much as he can, watching Pira repeatedly display herself below while the woman sucked on him.
“Voyeur, huh?” Singer chortled.
He’d finished first, and was munching his sandwich contentedly. He put it down and pressed a few buttons.
“Here you go. This will be easier on your neck.”
A closeup of Pira popped up on the big, empty screen in front of him. He turned his head, and watched her spread her legs wide, heels on the floor. Her sex glistened.
“Thanks,” Jini said. “Good break.”
There was a chime from somewhere nearby, and Angie’s eyes grew wide. Suddenly she was a blur of motion, frantically sucking his cock and moaning, her hands gripping his ass.
“What’s gotten into her?”
“Five minute warning. Angie’s doing her alarm cock routine. She’s on the menu as 005 if you ever want to order her.”
Singer finished his sandwich and entered a new command. On screen, Pira twitched and blinked, her head turning vaguely from left to right, before she reached her hands down. With one hand, she spread her lips and a moment later, begin fingering herself with the other. The movement was slow, rhythmic.
“Why do you call her ‘Angie?’”
“Oh, we used to be able to give them any name we wanted. The next user could just rename her if he felt like it. But someone thought ‘Anal Girl’ wasn’t appropriate for an employee break unit, so I just call her ‘An Gee.’ Get it?”
Jini grunted, his fingers entwined in Angie’s hair as on-screen, Pira grabbed her own ankles, pulling them back until they were nearly behind her head. Her eyes closed and she curved her back, pressing her sex up as if to meet an invisible lover.
“She gets really crazy at the 1 minute mark,” Singer continued. “I’m not sure what they do to them if they can’t make us cum in time, but they’re all very eager to avoid it. Want to try?”
Angie suddenly let out a muffled yelp, then gulped loudly, her nose pressed against Jini’s pubes.
“Another time,” Jini said, absently fondling her hair as he finished.
Pira lowered her legs slowly to the ground, gently sighing and relaxing as the stimulation waned. She had no idea how long she’d been going. They’d moved her through all the different positions she’d used in her stories and a few more. Often, she’d display herself, lifting her breasts or thrusting her ass up in the air. Other times, she’d placing her arms behind her back or neck, or even offer her wrists up, pressed together in front of her.
It had been gratifying, if tiring work for the most part. The most challenging part had usually been holding the position while her body thrummed with pleasure. She’d barely thought about her captors, but managed to hold onto the strange feeling of victory through most of it, as if each command were a little game for her to win.
A few positions had been challenging, but she’d felt only a momentary urge to resist, even when they’d had her display herself on her back. But when she was commanded to get on her elbows and knees with her cheek against the floor, she’d actually come back to herself, and briefly refused. It was such an abject position, as if offering herself to anyone who might care to walk up behind her, sight unseen. She remembered that she was a captive, and refused to go further than hands and knees.
To her surprise, there’d been no negative feedback. Instead, the encouragements had appeared, louder and brighter before, filling her whole vision and hearing.
I was made for this. I was made for pleasure.
And then a new phrase.
I was made to be taken and used.
As the last phrase repeated over and over, punishing sensations ramped up inside her body. It wasn’t the shocks she’d felt earlier, but pinching — not just on her lips and clit and nipples, but over her whole body. It was pleasurable and painful and overwhelming, and she quickly gave in, pressing her ass up in the air and spreading her legs.
The pose felt like an absolute defeat. She was offering herself not just to her captors, but to anyone who had ever wanted her — anyone who might ever want her. And then the feeling was gone, replaced by an emotion she couldn’t name, peaceful and completely resigned.
She was kept there for a long time, soaking in the new emotion. A phantom cock piston in and out of her while little shocks and strokes and pinches stoked and maintained her pleasure. She came at least twice, long rolling orgasms trembling through her body, held much stiller and quieter than she’d normally be.
And then her controllers gave her praise — just two words, but infinitely warm and reassuring.
Good drone.
The sense of winning something hadn’t returned after that, but she didn’t miss it. What was there to win? She was simply doing what she’d been made to do. And it felt so good.
The machine didn’t punish her for shaking or moaning during those orgasms. Instead, it rewarded her with a new control: a volume level indicator that never left her vision. The system might have been freeing, if it had just allowed her to make a little noise when she needed to. Instead, it expected her to stay at the volume level during all sexual activity.
At 1, she’d sigh and whisper. At 2, she’d pant and keen and whimper. At 4, which was as high as they’d taken her so far, she’d moaned like a porn star.
Despite the difficulty of staying focused, it felt like a reward. She’d been given a new function, and she practiced it until it came as naturally as the tingles and sparks rolling along her skin, or the sense of being virtually stuffed and fucked at the whims of her captors.
And then suddenly, there’d been a soft sound in her ears, and the sense of a gentle rubbing on her forehead.
«Break granted.»
The display showed her a timer, and a path lit up to a small corner of the room with a toilet, along with a sink and a glass for water. It was jarring to be reminded of her human needs, particularly with how urgent the need to pee was when, only moments before, she hadn’t even noticed it. She quickly relieved herself and had a drink.
The break gave time for her thoughts to wander, and something whispered in her mind. She needed to explore. She’d felt it keenly when she’d woken up, and at the beginning of her training.
But explore what? The room was dark, except for the areas she was meant to use. So she studied her display, searching for menus. No other information was shown, except for the timer counting down. She felt bored by it, but also relieved; she’d fulfilled the urge, and could put that nagging voice to rest.
Suddenly, the volume control disappeared. It jarred Pira, making her remember that she hadn’t had a display before. She blinked and touched her face, then turned her hands back and forth in front of them, not knowing what she expected to find.
“Hello?” she called out. Her body flinched, but no sensation followed, punishing or otherwise. The timer continued to count down, while a few words flashed briefly across the screen then disappeared.
DISPLAY KNEELING 04
Pira lowered herself to her knees and lifted her breasts without thinking of it, lightly kneading her nipples as pleasant sensations began again to flow through her body, less intense but somehow more real than before.
«Mounting Pira Persona…. Mounted»
«Speak to set Pira benchmark»
“Hello? This is the Pira per… I mean, this is Pira. I’m not sure what to say. What is it benchmarking, exactly?”
She paused, waiting for a response, pinching and twisting her nipples nervously.
“So, I’m not mad about... whatever this is. It’s actually been a lot of fun, playing out Pira’s fantasies. I’ll come back again if you want, but she, err… I have classes Monday, and I think I might have a shift. Is that okay, or—“
The word SILENT appeared, next to the mute display, without the benchmarking instructions disappearing. She continued to mouth her appeal silently, lightly twisting her own nipples.
«Pira benchmark accepted»
SET MODERATE AROUSAL
«Cover persona test initiated»
«Query: What is ServiceDoll323?»
“It’s...” Pira paused, watching the fingers of her left hand dip inside of herself while her right hand continued to tweak her nipple. “Um, could I....”
Her eyes took on a glazed expression as the shocks started. She felt calmer, somehow, with the negative reinforcement guiding her.
“ServiceDoll323 is just a fantasy of Pira’s. She’s like me, but turned into a fembot, so she has to follow every order she’s given. It—”
SILENT
«Answer accepted»
«Query: What is the bioDrone program?»
“The bioDrone program is from a silly story I wrote. It’s a program that turns women into sort of oversexed drones to serve its clients. It’s just... just a silly fantasy.”
She gasped, the combination of questioning, command, and stimulation ramping her arousal up rapidly.
«Answer accepted»
«Pira cover accepted»
«Cover persona reinforcement commencing»
Pira twitched almost imperceptibly from a shock, her stroking slowing down in obedience. She hadn’t even realized how close she’d been.
My name is Pira, and I am a human woman.
“My name is Pira, and I am a human woman,” she said. The sentence sounded artificial and unconvincing in her ears. Her HUD seemed to agree.
«Hold for vocal cadence adjustment»
My name is Pira, and I am a human woman.
“My name is Pira, and I am a human woman,” she repeated.
The voice sounded a little deeper, more relaxed and authoritative, as if she were working as an announcer or reading a map. It seemed like a good cover voice — less suspicious. She silently thanked the invisible tongues working along her lips for their approval, as she repeated the sentence again as instructed.
The bioDrone program is from a story I wrote. It is just a silly fantasy. There is no bioDrone program.
She repeated the sentence, her heart suddenly beating in her throat. She was forced to repeat it four times, before she got the tone right. Even then, there was lingering anxiety. How would she learn all of Pira’s lines just so to maintain a convincing cover story?
ServiceDoll323 is my sexual fantasy alter ego. She is a programmed sexbot, created by the bioDrone program to bring her users pleasure.
Returning to the subject of ServiceDoll323 was reassuring at first. But soon, the same sense of anxiety filled her. Her thoughts drifted, wondering if this was how it would always feel in her cover persona. There was a sense of creeping unreality every time she lost the smooth, deep flow her patient controllers were teaching her.
Pira closed her eyes, focusing on matching the cadence of the voice, watching the words flash in turn behind her eyes. Even having the words show up with her eyes closed seemed disorienting now.
«Vocal cadence adjustment: Successful»
«Cover Persona reinforcement: Successful»
«Load Base Persona»
There was a sensation of white-purple. It smelled like glue and lavender, and brushed her face, sweet and autumn fog. It must have been very loud, but she couldn’t heard the explosion because it was in the center of her head.
When it cleared, everything was surrounded by soft glows and enticing sensations. Something in her had gone to sleep, scrambled and exhausted. Its absence provoked a flicker of vertigo and the sense that something had just gone very wrong, but that too fell away and slept.
A sensation like stretching and yawning and tingling flowed out and through her, filling and refilling everything. She felt her body relax, as if it had been compressed into a box and finally could expand its full, empty, beautiful dimensions.
Commands that were hard to think about but easy to follow pulsed luminously behind and before her eyes. and whispered in her ears.
«ServiceDoll323 Base Persona loaded.»
PROCEED TO STATION 02
“Was that ECT?”
“More powerful, but similar,” Singer said. “We used the nanos in her brain to misfire and derail her thoughts for a moment, return her to simpler, more pleasurable patterns. It helps make the baseline persona real to them when their brain is really reset. Soon, she’ll learn to do it to herself whenever we command it.
“We call it In Electronic Nulling and Designation,” he added with a smile.
“END. And when her thoughts return to normal in 10, 20 minutes, you just zap her again?’
“We zap her again. Don’t sound so distressed about it; she’ll keep most of her higher functions — she couldn’t follow commands if she didn’t.”
Jini studied the display of her brain activity, silently.
“Anyway, after half a dozen repetitions or so, it starts to take a lot longer than 20 minutes,” Singer said, “but yes, she would return to ‘normal’ eventually if we let her. But ‘normal’ will be a confusing and unpleasant place for her, while her baseline is going to be nothing but fun, forever. Every time we guide her back, she’ll be more eager to stay.”
“So after a while, we just stop letting them back? What about the cover?”
“No, we let them back — well, sort of. Remember, this state was built around Pira’s own fantasy. Regularly giving her time as Pira helps her stay engaged, although she probably won’t be the Pira her friends knew.”
“Don’t some of your girls have a public life?” Jini asked.
“We take things slower and more gently when they’re going to be in the public eye, so they don’t com across as, ‘brainwashed,’” Singer said, adding air quotes, “but the process is much the same. Here, watch.”
“ServiceDoll323 proceeding to base Station 002,” Pira repeated to herself. The instructions hadn’t told her to crawl, but they hadn’t told her to walk either. And anyway, her legs felt a little shaky. So she crawled along the lighted path in the dark, not minding at all. It was meditative. Strange whooshing sounds still echoed gently in her ears, and the helpful instructions stayed in front of her eyes so she wouldn’t forget.
Something seemed a little unnerving about lining herself up with the glowing outlines on the floor at the top of the short ramp. It wasn’t so much the machines surrounding her in the darkness. The weren’t hidden; indeed, they pulsed with faint light around her. ServiceDoll323 knew their purpose and hungered for them. It was the lighted outline itself that seemed so final and forceful.
The moment she hesitated, there was an echo of whatever she’d just experienced: the white-purple, the strange glue and lavender smell, and the sweet and autumn fog brushed across her face. The world flickered and whooshed contentedly to itself as she placed her hands and knees exactly where they belonged.
ServiceDoll323 let out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding as cuffs closed over her wrists and ankles, then around her forearms and just below her knees, gently tightening. Her earlier worries were gone. She was held secure and safe.
The machine’s rush to rearrange her made the doll laugh. A rounded, rubberized roller rose out of the ground, pressing into her hips and raising her up and back, while the cuffs on her legs and ankles lifted and tilted and spread, until she was positioned on her forearms and the balls of her feet, her back straight and knees bent to shove her ass as high as possible, as if in offering to the massive machines that bound her. It was all so eager and absolute.
«Control rod activated»
«Preparing for aft control port configuration»
She silently mouthed the words, feeling pleasure pulse through her body . The word “control” thrilled her in particular, remembering the way the vibrator had commanded itself inside of her, and how much she’d felt and changed since then.
“This drone exists to be controlled,” the words reassured her.
Effortlessly, the bioDrone prepared herself, her sex going slick as textured streams of programmed sensations ran through her perfect body. She repeated the words as they glowed in turn, her voice hungrier, smoother, and breathier. She trembled faintly in her bonds as a cool, slickly lubricated, solid head rose to take her.
Her aft port relaxed and dilated in obedience. She felt the rod press inside and squirt out thick, warm lubricant. She followed the liquid as it slid deep into an aft port that very much wanted to be controlled.
The words changed.
“ServiceDoll323 ready for aft control port configuration,” she purred.
Then, slow, and thick, and absolute, the synthetic cock filled her.
“Huh... hhh, uhhh fuuuuhuck,” she breathed at volume 1. She’d fantasized about exactly this many times, but she’d never been had something in her… her aft port before.
But she was a bioDrone. Why was it so overwhelming? And if it were her control port, why had it never happened before? And why did she use different words for-
Then something new startled her out of her thoughts, making the drone exceed her volume threshold.
“What did you just do?” Jini asked, listening to the strange warble as Pira’s body slowly writhed.
“I know what I’m doing,” Singer said testily. “Something was pulling her out of the fantasy, so I’m putting her back in. My guess is that the little slut has never taken it in the ass before. It’s never quite like the fantasy.”
“Oh, yeah,” Jini said, scratching his head. “Right.”
Pira’s thoughts derailed as something jarringly artificial worked through her body. A spark seemed to slowly travel along her spine, making it arch and roll. It split out along her shoulders and legs, as if to take final control of her, while the cock buried itself deep within the drone’s aft port.
For a moment, everything went dark and silent. The drone didn’t know if her eyes were closed and the room was silent, or if she’d lost her sight. There was nothing but the feeling of being completely held and contained — of being completely controlled. The green text filled her entire universe, unutterably profound.
«ServiceDoll323 Control link established»
«Uploading Field Control Reset»
Suddenly, the world was back. She was in a different position — hands and knees, with a cock still deep in her aft port. Now there were hands: one on her back, pushing down as the member rocked inside her. Then, what felt like three quick slaps to her ass.
“ServiceDoll323 Ready for Use,” she read as the words pulsed.
Her whole body erupted in sensations of pleasure she’d never felt before, as if everything she’d experienced since her capture had been condensed into the moment she said the final word.
She came, powerfully, artificially, the sensation shutting down her remaining consciousness almost the moment it appeared.
Half a minute later, she was aware again of words filling her vision. They seemed familiar, but she couldn’t remember.
«Uploading Field Control Reset»
“So what now?”
“Now,” Singer said, “we go home for the night, unless you feel like watching her upload all her basic protocols over and over until she—” Singer noticed his assistant’s expression.
“Now we go home, regardless of what you feel like. Come on, I’ll even give you first crack in the morning,” he said, ushering the junior man out.
Jini picked up his jacket silently.
“No need to thank me,” Singer said, grouchily. “Pleasure working with you.”
“Yeah,” Singer said, his eyes tired. “Likewise. I, uh, learned a lot today. See you tomorrow, Singer.”
14 hours later
ServiceDoll323 wasn’t sure if she’d been asleep, although she was vaguely aware that her body still needed of it. All she knew was that she was suddenly active. She could tell that someone had called out a position, Rear Entrance 1, by the fact that she was on her hands and knees.
ServiceDoll323 still saw and heard the instructions if she looked for them, but less and less. After a long night of programming, she had neither need nor desire to consciously recognize a command. That way, she only had to use the processing power to execute them.
The room suddenly lit up. She was on the bed, she realized, facing towards a door that had appeared. A ghost of a memory flickered, of wanting there to be a door there — well, really, anywhere in the room. She smiled faintly, some distant part of herself happy there really was a door.
Two men came through. They were wearing strange glasses, and one seemed familiar.
That was strange. ServiceDoll323 had been taught all kinds of things, but none of them had to do with men. But yet, some part of her remembered them. The cover persona, she realized. Short name... she searched her memory banks.
Pira, she thought. What would Pira do, naked, with two men?
“Hello,” she said, “I’m a human woman named Pira, and this has always been my fantasy.”
The older one made a gesture towards her. “Go ahead and test the field reset command, and we’ll go from there.”
“Command?” Pira asked, licking her lips unconsciously. Her voice sounded thick and slow. “Wait, do I- Jini, right?”
“Hi Pira,” he said, his voice almost as flat as hers. “It’s nice to see you. I’m just here to run some tests.”
Pira nodded slowly. “I’m naked,” she said, looking down at herself. “I don’t think I’m supposed to move.”
“That’s right, Pira. You’re doing great.”
“Jini, um, I have something strange to ask. You know that story I wrote about—“
“Switch to controller designation,” the older controller said gruffly.
Pira’s brows clenched. “Controller,” she said, her face coloring, “this is going to sound strange, but was that a story? I think I’ve been turned into—”
The controller she didn’t know rolled his eyes. “Rear Entrance 2, reverse orientation. Entice.”
“Uhh....” The Pira cover personality watched the drone spin 180 degrees and drop onto her elbows, her ass wagging back and forth enticingly.
“Controller, is Pira….” she trailed off, struggling to remember her question.
“I can’t. You do it,” said the younger controller.
The older one shoved him. “It’s too late; finish your job, the quicker, the better.”
Pira closed her eyes for a moment as ServiceDoll323 awaited any further commands. But some part of her roused at the unmistakable feeling of a cock pressing against her aft control port. Pira had said, “no” in no uncertain terms when her last boyfriend had requested this. She knew she’d lifted the rule since then — at least, someone had.
“Controller, please—” she stopped herself, knowing that she wasn’t supposed to say words like, “don’t.”
“Are you putting your Co-control rod in... oh.” Her ass seemed to open up instinctively for the cock to slide all the way inside her. That clarified things a little for Pira. It wouldn’t make sense to say, “no,” or “don’t” while accepting a cock.
She felt the controller rock inside her and slap her ass.
Pira looked back over her shoulder, blinking. Something had nearly happened, and she wasn’t sure if she could ask questions once it did.
“You’re in my, uh, aft control port, Controller. Did you mean to—“
“Oral service level 1, just while you two catch up,” the older Controller said from in front of her, his tone a little nasty.
Pira turned her head.
“Oh!” she exclaimed in surprise, as the tip of a cock brushed her nose. “Uh, sure. I ca—” Her mouth toke the tip, gently feathering her tongue against the glans. It seemed like a strange thing to do, Pira thought, but she supposed she existed to be controlled.
“Try again. Hold her down in the middle of her back this time. Back down, three pumps, three slaps. Stops the johns from rebooting them accidentally.”
That rang a bell. There was something they were going to do to her, something strange and final. At least she knew the Controller in her aft port. It was nice to obey a friendly face. If only he didn’t seem so troubled today.
She grunted as he pumped and slapped, the motion pulling her mouth free of the other Controller. She felt vaguely pleased. She might have time for one more question
“What’s happening to Pira?”
She froze as soon as she finished the sentence, her breathing, shallow
“I just saw her, and she’s going to be just fine,” Jini said quietly, his hand stroking gently where he’d just slapped her.
“Not bad,” the older one said. “I think you got it — third time’s the charm.”
Pira’s whole body spasming in pleasure for one brief moment before the of white-purple glow took her. She could hear the sound of Controller behind her, but didn’t know what it meant, her trained control port already massaging his cock in her absence.
And then she was back, the real her, freed of all covers and stories and ties.
“Service doll three-two-three is ready for use,” said the doll with a faint smile, her voice husky, empty, and calm.