“And so, that is why our products do cost a little more than our competitors. Higher levels of interactivity, more resilient materials, and the most realistic looking on the market!” It was definitely the end of a sales pitch – A surprisingly long one at that. Jenny took the tour mostly to scout the place, she couldn't afford one of these realistic sex dolls unless she sold her car! It ended up being an almost hour long factory tour, and she was grateful, especially for getting such a close look, but what she really wanted was to try one out – Which she casually brought up a few times, and was ignored, until the saleswoman finally said that they don't offer samples. 

They exchanged parting pleasantries, and Jenny took the saleswoman's business card, making up a story about how she'd have to clear this with the husband – They both laughed a little bit, and finally parted ways. Heading home, Jenny flipped through the multiple pictures she took, and mapped out a plan in her head on how to break in, as well as where the cameras were – She'd wait a week before actually attempting it, not wanting to be too suspicious or recognisable. They did seem to have security, as any factory would, but they mostly seemed to rely on passive cameras and a single security patrol armed with a flashlight, taser, and phone. The building was pretty nondescript, and given they produce sex dolls – Not too many people were looking to break in, but there were millions of dollars in tech and materials inside.

Almost a full week later, just after midnight, Jenny had arrived at the factory wearing the classic all-black outfit: black hood, black sweater, black pants, black duffle bag, and black shoes. It was all hiding a five-foot-three, amber haired female kinkster – Always looking for a thrill, and this would be one of her biggest! She worked her way around the side of the building and aimed a laser at the camera lens silently watching the door below it – Jenny then moved to the far side past the door, and used a crow-bar to wrench open a locked metal box on the side. It took literally all 110 pounds of her, but she busted it open! She'd then rapidly begin snipping through all the wiring that controlled the security system of the whole building, and hopefully not too much else, but just as she was closing the box back up to avoid suspicion – The guard exited the building on his phone, speaking with no real concern others might hear, and puffing on what definitely reeked of marijuana as he blew out a puff, letting the tip remain cherried as he kept it in his mouth. Swinging his flashlight both ways up and down the alleyway, before starting to walk around the front building – Talking about how he should be way more creeped out being in a doll factory at night. Jenny simply trailed him and waited until he went around the corner to find that he left a detached robot arm to prop the door open, 'Well that's something I'll never unsee' she thought to herself, but took the chance, a little sad she didn't get to try her new lock-picking kit – She'd been studying all week! Shoving the arm and quietly shutting, then locking the door.

Navigating the building was a little more difficult than she would've hoped – They kept it pretty low light, or perhaps she cut wires leading to power, but a lot of features were hidden, and she was on a side of the building she never got to see; the excitement still had her heart racing! As did the special little vibrator she had set on low inside her – It was designed for kegel exercises, having a four-inch long, and fairly thick girth to it inside of her, but it also had a tongue-like shape that curled up from the bottom so as to gently pinch itself against her clit - It was a fantasy coming true! The fact that it vibrated inside her, and on her sensitive nub usually drove her nuts, but it was set on its lowest setting, so she could focus.

Jenny ended up sneaking into a massive closet, first taking out the door's camera with her laser pointer, then a far one that was hard to see, except its blinking red light – Using her smart-phone's flashlight to look around afterward – The 'closet' was very well organised, and about the size of her apartment! Things were separated by not just type of clothing – Tops, bottoms, socks, etc. - But material, male and female, as well. Every drawer and door had clothing in it, or behind it in a rainbow fashion. Stashing a couple pairs of expensive-looking underwear in red and green into her duffle bag, she couldn't resist at least getting a smell of the leather and latex section – Though once she took out some of the clothing, she couldn't resist taking a bodysuit, some bra and panties, and a corset while she was at it – Stuff it all into her duffle bag. Once shutting everything back up, she turned and saw a desk in the corner – A box with a note on it, figuring it was on the way out, she'd take a peek!

With the header, 'Chikan Project 2018' The letter was actually pretty tedious, it was all work-related stuff – Lots of technical jargon, and paragraph-length bullet points for the intended recipient. Jenny was falling asleep just reading it, but at the bottom it listed the contents, and the for whom the order was for. Stirring her hips against the toy gripping her, Jenny got excited and tore open the box – Lifting out an otaku's dream – The top to a Japanese sailor-suit style uniform, with thin, clear plastic wrapping! The classic white, short-sleeved blouse with a blue collar that draped over the back, and it came together with a bright red tie that reached just about mid-way down of the blouse! Pulling out the matching navy blue pleated skirt next, double pin-striping around the pleated hem, and what appeared to be an elastic waistband – Probably more for ease of putting on and taking off, rather than accuracy. Above-knee black stockings, a turquoise-and-white striped bra that seemed a little too small for her, but the final piece made her squeal quietly – Turquoise-and-white striped, bikini-style panties! She was both nerding out, and wanting to bail on the excursion after stealing the outfit, it would make the break-and-entering worth it all on its own! After calming down a bit, and figuring she had plenty of time before the security guard could bother to get back in; her excitement peaked – Jenny started stripping down her undercover outfit, and started dressing up in the sailor suit, panties included! Wishing she had a mirror, Jenny stashed her undercover outfit in her now quite full duffle bag, and started wandering around again by the light of her phone's flashlight, as well as a whole new arousal.

A door was labeled 'Lead Project Room', and was locked via the handle, which made Jenny happy – She finally got to test out her new lock-picking skills for real! Though it did take several minutes longer than she'd hoped, an important click let her know that it worked, and she opened the door – Packing up and moving inside the dimly lit room. Immediately, she got freaked out when she saw a naked Asian-looking man standing right there, and barely covered her mouth in time to muffle her own scream. Knocking on her head a few times, 'Duh, idiot. It's a sex robot factory, there's going to be nude bodies everywhere.' Jenny thought to herself as she moved closer and looked the several inches taller man-bot over. Of course she wasn't in the best lighting, but it looked pretty real, and the hair felt very real – But when she reached down to see how realistic the limp package was, it powered on upon grabbing its balls. Announcing, 'Chikan Project, Bot 1' – Not exactly sexy, but she was in the project room, not the final product room.

Jenny stepped back a bit, rubbing her head on exactly what to do with the activated sex doll, but went with saying, “Chikan Project Bot 1, activate...uh...Program 1!” It was worth a shot, but it didn't do anything. Trying a couple other similar phrases, she ended up just fading off after saying, “Chikan...” And it suddenly began to move! Jenny perked up as it moved around her and seemed to be checking her out, which was about as creepy as the real thing, but it settled behind her silently, and started rubbing at her rear with a firm hand – Which made her jump, but maybe it had some sort of foreplay built in? Jenny didn't know what 'Chikan' was or meant, but so far, it wasn't bad. The doll's hand started getting more feisty, and grabbing her butt harder, as well as trying to brush her skirt up – Which Jenny found strangely arousing, until she heard two other bots announce themselves, “Chikan Project, Bot 2”, “Chikan Project, Bot 3”. Nearly having a heart attack, Jenny waved her phone's flashlight over to see two other similar dolls making their way towards her – She just wanted fun with ONE robot, now she had THREE! Her fantasy just tripled, and ran wild through her head as they formed up behind her, but the other two went for her breasts instead. It was a mixed bag there, they were firmly groping her through the fuku and her sports bra, but it was rather stiff, and the first doll had gotten under her skirt finally to start running its cold-but-realistic-feeling hand up and down her outer thighs first. It would rub over her patsu-clad ass, and dig its fingers in firmly to each cheek – Jenny was starting to get into it, pushing into the hands as they fondled and molested her, even if not very well.

What did trigger a red flag - That she promptly ignored - Was the other two bots each grabbed one of Jenny's wrist on the side that they were on, making her accidentally drop her phone with a subdued 'Fuck!', and their other hands found there way under her blouse to resume molesting her bra-clad chest – Even flicking and teasing her nipples! Of course the one time a dropped phone landed on its back, the screen was set to dim after 30 seconds, and shut off after a minute, so Jenny would be left in the creepy 'mood' lighting in the warehouse. The original doll was getting more forceful too, dipping its hand between her legs and rubbing at her crotch – Though the kegel device blocked the hand fairly well, it did incidentally turn the device on a notch higher, and making her squirm, but she found that the dolls had an unusually firm grip and wouldn't let her wrists go when she tried to go for her phone. Her shirt was soon pulled up and over her head, apparently the collar was quite stretchy like the skirt – And her bra was lifted up over her grapefruit-sized breasts, the cold hands returning to pinch and tug at her achingly hard nipples. Jenny was able to feel their synthetic cocks start rubbing and grinding on her as they grew to full hard-on. Moaning as the first doll dug its fingers into her butt cheeks, and pulled the leg holes of her striped panties together behind her, turning them into a thong as it actually started to pull up and wedge the material in between her cheeks! Tugging enough that it did almost start to lift her off the ground, but this also dug the vibrating toy inside her much deeper too. Her fantasy was being blown out of the water as these three dolls casually forced themselves on her – She didn't expect to like it so much, but their increasingly aggressive molestation mixed with the vibrating toy did actually bring her to climax, which took all of her leftover willpower not to squeal out loudly in pleasure. 

It seemed all the squirming she did triggered something, and the one busy tugging up hard on her panties let them go – Leaving a nice wedgied thong out of her panties, as it moved around in front of her and somewhat against the wall it was found on. The doll stroked her face with a smile, though it was hard to see in the low lighting, and one of the two other dolls stopped playing with her nipples so that it could take over holding both wrists with its powerful grip. One remaining used this to do a janky robotic version of getting down on its knees, it slipped up under her skirt and pulled down her soaked panties, the hem catching the top lip of the toy and tugging it down and out of Jenny in the same motion – The same doll then lifted each foot to get her out of them, and laid down, slipping itself between Jenny's legs and forcing them apart – Fake shaft aiming straight up under Jenny's skirt – It's head between the legs of the first doll against the wall as well. Jenny couldn't really see what was happening on the floor, and realised her position quickly, “Uhm....Chikan stop. Stop programme. Chikan program stop! Stop Chikan Programme!” A fantasy was one thing, but she wanted control over the situation, and as the third doll behind her forced both of them down to a kneeling position – Jenny was getting less and less excited about it all. None of them listened to her commands, and she genuinely starting to struggle, but the grip on her wrists almost felt like a vice now, and with the first doll threading its fingers through her hair, until its hand sat on the crown of her head – She couldn't move in any useful direction, and opening her mouth to try another round of commands, the first doll forced it's synthetic shaft in her mouth!

Screaming around it produced barely enough sound to be heard in the room, let alone escape it, and the doll below her gripped her hips to force her down onto its shaft – At full length, all three doll's cocks were a little over six inches, and the synthetic flesh was surprisingly realistic, though Jenny wasn't quite enjoying it as much as she hoped. The first doll was forcefully humping her mouth, and trying to bite it actually hurt her more than the doll, it was unsurprisingly made of metal beneath the thick layer of fake flesh – It also didn't slow its attempts at trying to use her mouth, though at least it wasn't trying to use her throat. Jenny ended up more worried about the doll beneath her, it had slowly forced her down until her wet pussy was pressed against its bare crotch, and held her there quite firmly, but she could hear that it wasn't just getting her ready – It was allowing the third sex doll to get in position behind her, and re-adjust its grip on her wrists so that she was forced forward a lot more while her arms were pulled up so that they were parallel with the ground behind her. Still screaming, when she could, as the doll enthusiastically pumped into her mouth, and before long, the second doll started pulling her down and making her bounce on its lap – Repeatedly thrusting its cock into her already slick pussy, and making her pant hard as she was lifted up and dropped down on the synthetic crotch she was straddling. Though in the forced pleasure, she couldn't forget about the remaining doll – It felt like they weren't about to rotate positions and 'share' her, it seemed to be waiting. 

The Chikan programme-turned-three-way continued on for another good ten minutes like this, until Jenny was brought to orgasm again by force, but they seemed to keep going regardless, driving her to scream out in both pleasure and for help – It all seemed automated, and she had inevitably locked herself in the building to an extent, nobody knew she was there. Her struggles were weakening and fruitless to begin with, she wanted to know why the damn dolls were so strong! Though she had bigger things to worry about as her hips were lifted up off the cock she had orgasmed on, and the one behind her took over pounding her – The doll below her shifted her hips to make it happen – It was a pretty quick-and-deep set of thrusts into her spasming cunt, but then the third doll pulled out, soaked with juices, and pressing its tip up against her ass. Jenny squealed and struggled as the faux cock pressed into her rear, and slowly sunk all six inches in – Though there was a short respite with her bum filled, it was more for the sex dolls to re-position themselves a little, and their now-unwilling fuck toy. The doll below slowly pulled her back down onto its rigid shaft, and started humping, grinding away at her again – This brought out a whole new realm of screams as her rear and mouth were violated too, all at the same time. 

They were relentless, and with her mouth constantly being pumped with a synthetic cock, she had to focus more on breathing as she was ravaged by the three semi-autonomous sex dolls. She was at least partially thankful that whatever 'cum' they ejaculated, was probably fake, but also doubled as lube that seeped through tiny pores along the lengths – It kept her drooling between loads shot in her mouth, and also helped keep her other two holes lubed for the constant, erratic fucking. None of the dolls worked in unison, but as they reached a certain limit, they would start aggressively thrusting until they climaxed – Crying all throughout, but trapped within the gang-bang, Jenny was filled to the brim with the fake semen – As well as having swallowed pretty much the entire tank the doll had built in.

Jenny was lost in a perverted sexual haze, but several hours had passed with the sex dolls using and abusing her until finally – The doll abusing her mouth slowed to a crawl and still with a firm hand, fingers entwined in her head, settled on the back of Jenny's head, finally stopped her a little past half-way down the cum and saliva soaked shaft. That was the least of her worries, as the sex doll she was straddling, and was forcing her to ride it gave another few minutes of hard thrusts, then exploded again inside her, but it held her down on its crotch like it had all the other times – Except it didn't try to keep going. The last remaining doll kept its grip on her wrists strong – Held behind her in a wide 'V', making sure her face was pushed towards the first doll, but as it went tip-to-base hard inside Jenny's ass for another good five minutes, by itself – It finally slowed to a stop all the way inside her, but didn't let go.

Figuring the nightmare of being gang-banged by sex dolls was over, Jenny started to buck and twist, attempting to get some lee-way towards freedom, but she was far too exhausted to get anywhere – As well as the weight of the dolls being considerable already. Trying to bite the dick of the doll penetrating her mouth and shoving forward did nothing, it rocked back an inch and hit the wall; The grip it had curled over the back of her head wouldn't let her pull down or away, she even tried to throat it some and repeated the process, but the endoskeleton was metal, only flexing for programming, and not manually. Whining, she pushed with all her might by her folded legs, but the grip on her hips was too strong for her weak and aching body. Barely lifting an inch off the dick she was straddling, and sinking back down on it with a cry out, as it shifted the cock in her rear too. That damn bot kept her wrists held up damn near it's face in a V-shaped angle, making lifting up or side-ways movement pretty useless. Crying out again around the fake shaft in her mouth, Jenny just wanted to be arrested, fined, jailed, or whatever – To go home and sleep, anything!

Despite having skimmed the letter, Jenny had missed out on reading that the dolls were more or less performing to what the customer's WANTS, but the programming lead hadn't been able to fix several bugs yet, and the dolls were not responding to things like: 'safe words', 'safe hums', or 'Post-Orgasm Shutdown Protocol', and that they would not release their 'partner'/owner even after their batteries ran out. The factory used other sex dolls to test everything of course, and the list of issues were in black and white, the estimated release to the buyer was dated for the next year at a minimum. It was a massive, complex project, and the company was going to be the first to break into programmable, simulated sexual situations, but on an actual physical level – Not just virtual reality. The trio of dolls had a single buyer, and in turn, a major backer of the company, who had this particular kink in mind, after seeing Japanese porn involving molestation on a public train – Mixed in with their non-consensual fantasies. The person heading the project was deeply kinky, and could code the robot skeleton – Combined with the millions of dollars backing the company, they were going to be bringing a whole new era of sex dolls. 

It had been several hours of being unable to sleep, in a dark room, penetrated in all three orifices – Every time she started to doze off, her head slipped forward, and made her gag on the shaft in her mouth. Jenny had given up on screaming for help, and even crying at that point, she was physically and emotionally exhausted. Not realising how long it had been, until a woman unlocked the door, flipped the lights on, and walked in, gasping out loud with fright at the sight, “Wh-what the-” Tilting her head a bit as her heart was aflutter, she recognised the trapped intruder, and slowly shut the door, the lock clicking loudly in the silent room. Jenny couldn't see the woman, but they spoke out with a mixture of anger, and devious arousal, “Ah, looks like someone's husband agreed, but they decided to try things out before buying, hmm? And found the Chikan Project outfit-” The woman moved over to her desk and pulled out an expensive-looking camera – Moving around the sexual statue the four figures had become as she rapidly took pictures, “-And its sensors appear to be working correctly. Though I'm sure this potential buyer fully read the letter I left on top of the box-” Letting the camera hang from her neck, the woman quickly groped and kneaded Jenny's breasts, before tugging at, then sharply twisting her hardened nipples – Then taking more pictures. “Not only did she break into a building, but has made three VERY expensive sex dolls unfit for sale, and-” The woman unzipped the large duffle bag Jenny still had, “Surprise surprise, was attempting to steal hundreds of dollars of custom clothing. I'd venture you probably have an amazing explanation for ALL of this, but given all three doll batteries are dead, I'd imagine you've been stuck on these dicks for at least three hours – Your jaw is probably going to be locked in place for a bit, and your other poor holes are probably sore as hell.” Taking a few more pictures from various, dramatic angles – The woman knelt down behind and next to the doll frozen behind Jenny, deep in her ass. One hand started to molest her breast aggressively, while the other reached around Jenny's hips and dipped down between her legs – Tweaking, and rolling her clit around.  “Care to explain?” The woman asked, Jenny crying again as she was both stuck and helpless, but also trying not to moan. “Hees hop – Ah sorree – Jus 'et ee hree!”

Clicking her tongue in a tsk, “Mmh, afraid I can't do that quite yet, you see? These dolls need to be recharged before they can be moved thanks to you, annnd AS for you! Well...I'm going to figure out what to do with you.” The woman continued silently molesting Jenny for another ten minutes against her pleading to stop and begging for help; bringing the sore and tired body to the brink of orgasm, then pulling away, standing up. Reaching up to the now-lit ceiling and grabbing an extended charging cable for the dolls, the woman gently brushed the hair aside on the top of the doll stuffing Jenny's mouth – Plugging it into a well-hidden port. As they were prototypes, they shut down upon reaching the 5% battery drain mark, and as per programming when recharging – The doll reset, letting go of Jenny's head, arms returning to its side, and cock withdrawing most of the way as it settled against the wall – Though the distance still left the tip in her mouth. Picking up the panties, the woman stuffed them into Jenny's mouth around the head of the shaft, and gave an amused chuckle as she picked up the kegel-exercise vibrating toy left on the floor, “My my, a burglar, and a public kinkster. Now I definitely know what to do with you.” Her tone remained evil, but with a notable hint of arousal. Leaving the poor trapped girl moaning and whining into the panties as she was edged to orgasm, the woman left and locked the door behind her – Leaving Jenny alone again with the three dolls, screaming a bit, but now she made almost no sound with the new gag. She was still penetrated by the other, far more important two dolls!

Hearing the door unlock almost a half hour later, Jenny perked back up – Having dozed off a bit, now that there was less risk gagging on the fake shaft. “Oh good, I gave you a bit of an out, and you're still enjoying that doll's cock, as well as the underwear you soiled. This will definitely be up your alley then!” The woman grabbed a charging cable dangling from the ceiling – There was a series of sliding rails drilled into the ceiling, making the stretchy cables accessible throughout the room – And she plugged it into a hidden port on the head of the doll currently stuffing Jenny's ass, who proceeded to withdraw its lubed shaft, let go of its captive's wrists, and return to its 'dock'. Simply a safe standing point against the wall designated for charging and being configured with programming. Jenny's arms were completely limp and went to fall upon release, though the wrists were quickly scooped back up, and held together as the woman forced tight mittens over each of her captive's hands, made of black leather – Jenny's hands naturally curving around an internal groove, which made her fingers eventually wrap around a semi-hard internal cylinder, and her captor firmly buckling each mitten upon both wrists. Each buckle had a small locking prong, which kept the leather belt in place, and far more permanent when the dominating woman fed small, heart-shaped luggage-style locks through them. The tip of each mitten had a heavy duty metal O-ring built into it, and the woman made sure to clip a simple carabiner to both O-rings, effectively 'arresting' Jenny behind her back. 

Having given her captive's jaws a pretty long break from deep sucking, she tugged the trespasser back off the initial doll's cock fully – Stretching out, and rolling down the freed head with a tight, black rubber hood. It was pulled down, forced into place, and smoothed out, a leather belt similar to the mittens created a collar to make sure the open-mouth hood couldn't be removed, especially when the prong was locked with a matching heart-shaped lock. It was a hood with purpose – It only had nose holes, and a mouth hole just wide enough to show off Jenny's lips, but the sides of the rubber hood, near her cheeks, had both matching metal buckles on either side to accept certain gags, and just below those, matching metal snaps to accept other types of gags. It currently had a simple black panel gag with bright red lips embossed on the front of it, but it was effective at holding in the striped panties, and muting Jenny quite well.

As blood flowed back into her arms, and gaining her second wind with the sinking feeling that she was not going to be reported to the police, but not in a good way – Jenny started struggling again, which amused her captor. They grabbed another charging cable dangling from the ceiling, and plugged it into the powered-off second doll, but as it powered on, she leaned down and whispered. “Chikan Project, Bot 2. Engage Lateral Protocol.” Still having the tight grip on Jenny's hips, it started forcing her to rise off its shaft, and then slamming her down on its cock – Working this harsh fucking style again and again into a rhythm, adding the buck of its hips to launch Jenny up further off its shaft, only to pull her down hard time and again. The poor, hooded captive was screaming out into the panty gag – Just loud enough for her captor to hear, and no-one else. Jenny thrashed with her meager energy, but the doll was relentless at plowing her, just like before – The woman leaned in, talking just loud enough for Jenny to hear, “In lieu of financially ruining you, as you have completely ruined these dolls – Worth over a million dollars each before the damage you've caused, as well as hundreds of hours of dedicated programming, and are now impossible to sell – You're going to work off your debt. When you're done screaming to no one that cares, hum 'Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star', and then we might be able to talk further.” She got back up and sat in her rolling chair, recording Jenny being bounced up again and again on her camera, until the tune was hummed enthusiastically, and a bit breathlessly – Rolling the chair forward to get as much sound as possible, then rolling back to show that the doll stopped within seconds of the hummed song getting through the first verse. Holding Jenny down on its crotch, fully penetrating her again while it sat still. The context removed from the video, it was just another faceless doll riding cowgirl style, and useful for a sales video later.

Petting Jenny's rubber-wrapped head, the woman removed the simple panel gag, and reached in to pull out the saliva-soaked panties, turning her phone back on to record Jenny moaning and panting, “So, do you accept being this project's test subject?” The response was screamed loudly, and incomprehensible, the captor turned off her recording before it got too legally problematic, simply enjoying watching the doll keep the poor hooded girl stuffed. Stating loudly, “Chikan Project, Bot 3. Engage Lateral Protocol.” It immediately responded, and thanks to the continuous charging cable, it was able to move over, kneel down – Grabbing Jenny's restrained wrists, and forcing her forward, it began to press the still-wet cock head to the captive's ass, but she began to blather out, “Nononono! Pl-please ah-anything, st-stop!” It was like music to the ears, but the captor wasn't done yet, especially with her not recording. “Chikan Project Freeze” It was an almost magical word that made the working bots pause all motions immediately. Turning her camera back on, “So, do you accept being this project's test subject?” Jenny nodded rapidly, “Y-Yes, yes – I-I'll test for this pro-project!” Smirking at the answer, the captor spoke out as she stood up for a moment, “Another satisfied employee, eager to try out and test our most daring, and complicated project yet.” Camera angled down at Jenny while being spoken to, then the recording was shut off once more – All to be edited later in a promo-video. 

“Lets give her a rest. Cancel Chikan Project.” Not-so-gently thrown off as the dolls released the weak and blind Jenny, so as to return to their stations once all three were fully plugged into their chargers – Her captor rolled the poor girl onto her back and stripped her of every non-bondage article of clothing, unclipping the carabiner as well, “Just sit still, slave. No more harm will come to you today. And if you don't talk or struggle, I'll even feed you!” It was a shit deal for Jenny – Blinded, trapped in a room, and her hands were effectively useless, but her captor was grinning ear to ear as she stood back up, and rolled over a custom doll-mover – Very similar to a furniture moving dolly, but it had a gap in the middle of the 'tongue' extending from the bottom, so as to only 'hold' the feet, and there was a custom wide metal sheet padded with black rubber for the 'dolls' to rest back upon. It was in the shape of a human held in an 'A' frame style – Legs straight, and shoulder-width apart, arms stretched out at a 35 degree angle, each major point lined with multiple loose cuffs – Also padded – To keep them in place whilst being transported. “You are and will be treated as a doll now – So do not move unless you are told to, which is what dolls do - Choose your responses wisely to the undeserved treat I'm giving you, since you are new to this. I am your owner, and Mistress, what I say is law – Unbreakable. Anything and everything can be taken away, or changed, the second you disobey or disrespect me.” The captor scooping Jenny up under the armpits, dragging her torso over the padded doll-mover that laid flat on the ground – Jenny started to squirm weakly out of the grasp, and received a full-strength, loud slap to her aching, bare pussy – Causing her to squeal out. Her new mistress sighing, “I JUST explained the rules. I chose a hood that let you hear, so you're simply disobeying. You are a doll, you do not move unless told to. However, you earned yourself a gag!” Stating in a very positive tone as she stripped off her own pants, slid off her thong, and forced it into Jenny's mouth – Along with the previous striped panties – Re-attaching the panel gag to mute the exhausted Jenny, who wanted to figure out what the hell was on her hands, but didn't want to risk another slap. “There we go, silent like a doll should be.” Resuming shifting Jenny onto the doll-mover, clasping cuffs attached to the moving dolly; over her wrists, biceps, ankles, thighs, and a loose one over her neck. 

Suddenly being lifted from horizontal to vertical, Jenny gave a little squeak with fear and surprise – Though the cuffs kept her perfectly in place. Her captor pinching and twisting one of her nipples, “That's better, but you're gagged, yet I can still hear you.” Spoken with a slightly angered tone, Jenny mmf'ed silently into the panties when her hard nipple was roughly twisted, her captor putting their pants back on, then all Jenny could sense was her entire body leaned back on the dolly and hauled off– Rolled around as her captor unlocked the door, hauled her out, and stopped her on the ground again – Lurching forward into the surprisingly comfortable cuffs, but not tipping over. Once the door was locked again, she was leaned back in the doll-mover again and hauled off. Trying her best not to move or scream, she needed help, but had no idea what time it was, or if anyone around could actually help her – She'd just get punished again if she tried, and her new Mistress started off fairly harsh. Her pussy still burning from the full-strength slap to her sore pussy lips. 

Being laid flat again, but still attached to the doll-mover, Jenny tried not to panic – It lifted up from the ground into the air about three feet, and slid back a full five feet. Her captor stroking the rubber hood, “This is just to clean you up, dolls and slaves should always be kept clean.” It was strangely ominous, but Jenny would soon find out what it all meant. Her mistress went to a touch screen attached to the metallic bed Jenny laid upon, almost a dozen instruments of cleaning hovered over it and near it – Similar to a car wash, but way more intense – And after a short series of taps, they descended upon the trapped Jenny. It was programmed to avoid her head altogether, even if waterproof because of the hood, but it was far from comfortable, and extremely invasive.

Given Jenny was trapped in an 'A'-style stance, the brushes were able to reach almost everything – Drenched with hot water initially from above and below; the series of brushes began their attack – Spinning brushes on either side of both arms, identical ones for both of her legs, and two more that would spin and brush from crotch to neck. Squirming in sheer panic as the somewhat gentle brushes spun and very effectively cleaned just about every inch of her – The ones running over her torso seemed to focus heavily on her poor chest, the barely firm bristles making her moan and squeal as they incidentally attacked her hard nipples. All the brushes seemed to leak soap, but the sensation while blinded was unbelievable, even with the mild lubing of soap – Spinning along every possible inch they could reach, even curving around to the sides to get underneath her somewhat. Halfway into the slow, methodical spin-brushing of Jenny's body – Her mistress sounded above her head, “Here comes the FUN part.” Said with a cruel, knowing joy, and Jenny would find out why. The remaining brushes were significantly smaller than the others, but they were also aimed between her legs – Jenny couldn't squeeze her legs shut to keep them out, so they pushed onwards, and then inwards. While a lot more gentle than the exterior brushes, Jenny was absolutely thrashing at this point as she was being violated in both holes – It thankfully didn't really hurt, as the machine was designed to carefully wash sex dolls after being finalised and ready for sale, but she was still screaming into the gag and panties – The roar of the washing machine drowned it all out anyways - It was like being slowly and gently fucked by small roller hair brushes in both her ass and cunt. 

Overall, it did wash her out of the synthetic semen the dolls emptied into her, and the external brushes did a good job of cleaning her of all the caked-on sweat, but Jenny was left twitching as the brushes pulled away – A gigantic whirlwind of air blasted her from above for several minutes, making it incredibly hard to breath, given all she had were nose-holes, but it dried her and the doll-mover off completely.  “Now that wasn't so bad, right?” The captor spoke in a mocking tone, and had the machine pull the doll-mover off, then set it up-right – Jenny was panting heavily and whining, “Ohh don't worry, you'll get used to the doll washer – None of the other dolls complain! Now, lets get you some breakfast before the others start to show up – It's nearly 9!” Unable to believe that this seemingly endless fantasy-turned-nightmare had only been less than 9 hours, Jenny nodded her head a bit, and earned another petting from her new mistress.

Rolling the 'doll' back to her office, the captor released her new financial slave-doll from the simple binds meant to keep the heavy and awkward sex-dolls from falling off – Tugging the hooded toy over to her desk, and slapping behind each of their knees, which was taken as a signal to kneel. The captor started to push Jenny back, who helped by walking herself back as well until her bare butt was against the wall. Going over and picking up the discarded school-girl skirt, the captor swapped her pants out for the open and breezy clothing. They too, were un-sellable, so might as well put them to use if someone walked in –  She sat down in her rolling chair, and rolled up to her desk, funneling Jenny straight into her crotch due to the limited space. “Hope you're hungry, toy.” Reaching under the desk and removing the gag, pulling out the panties so Jenny could really get familiar with the pussy presented to her. “I shouldn't spoil you with dessert first, but how else would you earn your main course?” Whimpering a bit, Jenny got the general idea, and having zero experience in pleasing a vagina – She just went for it.  Lapping blindly first at the surprisingly well-kept crotch of her captor, Jenny discovered a 'landing-strip' style patch of shaved pubes, a clitoral ring, and a set of very horny lips begging to be attended to. 

Taking her computer out of sleep mode, unlocking it, launching the actual programs to read and write code for the bots, several errors popped up – Detailing where coding went wrong over the last use of all three male sex dolls. Smirking a bit as she recognised why the errors happened, but the unsatisfactory oral was distracting her. “It is a vagina, not an ice cream cone. Roll your tongue, tease over the clitoris, bury it deep inside. It might be dessert, but you're not earning breakfast at this pathetic rate.” Idly crossing her legs over the back of Jenny's head, making sure ALL she could do was breath in the scent of her mistress, and pleasure her – Breathing made a bit more difficult too. Giving up actually trying, Jenny just went wild with her tongue – Licking here, nipping there, burrowing her tongue deep, and grinding her tongue long and slow up against the pierced clit – Doing anything and everything that came to her starved and exhausted mind. Given the way the thighs squeezed her head harder and harder, she figured she was doing something right, so kept at it. Moaning, groaning, and trembling in her chair – The captor was thankful the skirt was already ruined, because the wild tongue-antics of her new doll drove her over the edge after several minutes, thigh muscles trying to crush the poor hooded head, and also trapping it hard against her wet mound, starving the poor doll of air while being brought to climax. 

Eventually releasing the black-rubber head, and rolling her chair back, “Mmh, damn...Shoulda started with that, doll.” Panting and sighing as she shakily stood up, and used the skirt to clean herself up some. Getting back into her pants, “A good doll has earned its breakfast. Stay put. You might've snuck in, but you'd never be able to find the kitchen! Though I bet the Chikan dolls can find you, thanks to your hood and mittens having wireless sensors, for tracking.” Giving a pleasured chuckle. “Chikan Project, assault protocol.” Said very loudly, but sternly, and the new mistress exited the room – The command wasn't actually real, but Jenny didn't know what to expect, and didn't want to risk another multi-hour gangbang with the sex dolls again – Especially because it seemed like they had power again - So she just curled up under the desk and tried to take a nap. 

About an hour later, the door to the Lead Project Room slammed shut, Jenny jumped up and cracked her head on the heavy desk with a groan. “H-Hello? Help! Please!” Tiredly shouting a bit, mitted hands rubbing along the locked collar that kept the hood on. Her captor gave a laugh, “Well, you tried.” Jenny's heart sank as she recognised the voice, and the laugh, but a double dog bowl of minced, diced, and spiced eggs was pushed under her attentive head – One was shallow, and had the eggs, the other was wider, deeper, and full of plain water. “I'm the lead project manager here – Nobody is MEANT to get in this room without MY key. As promised, breakfast. Fully cooked, healthy, and delivered in the finest dog bowl I could find.” Turning about now that her new doll was distracted, it was time to clean up the office! Picking up the kegel-exercise vibrating toy, batteries long past dead, but smirking at the sheer arrogance of her new human-doll. The auxiliary programmer didn't come in until noon, so there was still a good hour and change to make things look normal. All the Chikan-Project clothing was put into a bag to be destroyed, the same bag stuffed with the discarded 'burglar' clothing of the new living sex doll – The company dealt with sex items, so if it was ever used, it was to be sold to the user, or destroyed. Only the test sex dolls were exempt, under very particular circumstances, and the Project Manager had a lot of sway there. All clothing inside the duffle bag was returned to their proper doors and drawers, the new doll's cellphone was powered off and pocketed, and the 'used' clothing bags were placed in a 'too be destroyed' section of the factory. 

While Jenny was hungrily attempting to figure out how to eat the warm, minced and diced up eggs out of the bowl without utensils, or even hands, her new mistress spoke out whilst returning the office to normal, “Spoke to the boss, and told them I'm bringing in a personal prototype to cut costs on expenses with this current project. They were thrilled to hear it! Especially upon hearing that it looks, feels, squeals, and reacts extremely realistically – Though it's not stable enough for market release, which is what YOU are going to help me do.” Smooshing the rubber-clad doll's face into the egg-filled dog bowl, holding it steady as Jenny started to squirm. “You are as arousing as you are annoying, but now everyone will think you're just a highly realistic prototype sex doll I created. What does the sex doll think?” A loaded question, Jenny had managed to eat about half the bowl with a lot of struggle, “Pl-please let m-me go, I-I'll-” Her hooded face was pulled up then forced into the water bowl, and held there, bubbling, for about 10 seconds. “What does the sex doll think?” The question repeated as the gasping rubber head was pulled back out, and as Jenny went to open her mouth, her head was shoved into the water bowl again, held for another 15 seconds. Pulled back out again, “What does the sex doll think?” - Jenny was gasping for air, but learned her lesson fast, saying nothing. “Good answer, sex dolls don't think. They eat pussy, they suck cock, and enjoy being penetrated in all holes without hesitation – No need for thoughts. They exist purely for pleasure, and that is it. Isn't that right, slave?” Knowing her head was hovering inches above the water bowl, she didn't respond, and the hand was pulled from her rubber-clad skull. “Good girl. Now, there's a day of work ahead of us. You've earned the choice of which gag you'll be wearing for it. That bowl of food is also all you'll have before you're gagged, and for the rest of the day. You have about 5 minutes to decide, and to finish your graciously offered food.”

Jenny's mind was still reeling from the near dog-bowl drowning. Even if she was kinky, she didn't really know that many types of gags, let alone one that might be comfortable enough to wear for presumably 8 hours – Devouring what's left of the food bowl in the mean time, fisted mittens on either side as she lapped up every chopped up slice of egg. Drinking from what's left of the water from the other bowl. Her mistress had gone to the accessory room across the hall, and picked out somewhat extreme versions of commonly known gags, returning and sitting back in her chair. “Time's up, slave. What is your gag of choice? Yer free to speak your choice, and only your choice.” Tilting her head as she held up the gags to look them over. Jenny quietly blurted out, expecting the worst, “B-Ball-gag” Her new mistress sighed, “Classic, I suppose, bit boring, but a promise is a promise, open wide!” They gripped the back of Jenny's hooded head, and she promptly opened her mouth fairly wide. It was forced a little bit wider as the bright red ball was forced past her teeth, and sank into her jaws – Somewhat squishy, but a lot larger than Jenny expected – Closer to the size of a racquetball, rather than a ping pong ball. It was buckled directly onto the hood. Reaching further back, the project manager slipped Jenny's kegel toy back in – With brand new batteries - And turned it on low, not only resting just under her g-spot like before, but the external 'tongue' encompassed her clit entirely, humming against it. “A good doll stays quiet, and earns its orgasm.” The manager whispered into Jenny's ear. It was the beginning of Jenny's slide into servitude – Being unable to escape the room she broke into because of the mittens, and afraid the dolls would have at ALL of her again if she even tried to escape, it became a matter of survival. 

It was a surprisingly slow day, Jenny was given the chance to nap for several hours trapped beneath the desk of her captor – Who turned on soft, atmospheric music played throughout the office as they plunged into the world of robotic coding, and began tweaking major errors. The auxiliary programmer showed up late, as usual – Let in the office by the project manager lead, but it was hard to complain after being brought into such a good mood. Jenny was awoken by a stern series of jabs to her naked torso by her captor's shoe, and sat up slowly, avoiding hitting her head again. Dragged out from under the desk, “Real Project, Doll Zero. Kneel before your Mistress” Jenny didn't know what was going on, but she knelt down around where she was dragged to. Crouched down, the new mistress explained as it pinched Jenny's nipple, who squealed lightly around the ballgag set in her mouth, “See how it reacts so realistically? I'm not sure who's face to give it yet, thus the hood to protect the internals, but it's all original coding never used here, and I'm hoping the boss will buy the patent off me. Don't want anyone playing with it quite yet, so I'm keeping it under my desk, and eh...you know, letting it play with me.” The two programmers shared a laugh, Jenny started to cry out for help, but the large ballgag made it unintelligible – Twisting both of the hooded 'dolls' nipples very hard, and drawing out a loud, pained squeal, “Mmh, see? It can react well to stimuli, but I'm still trying to find what's making it talk out of turn.” Sounding a lot more stern as she got closer to Jenny's rubber-clad ear. The other programmer offered to take a look, but was denied, “No offense, I trust your skills, but the code has to be 100% new, and by me, for the patent. I DID email you a few sets of lines to look at from the Chikan Project though, and if you can fix them, then just maaaybe you'll be the first LIVING being to try out my little doll.” They shared another little chuckle, and the other programmer got the message, though he wasn't entirely sure if Jenny was an actual sex doll – She was clearly breathing and reacting instantly to stimuli, but...It was also meant to be some next-gen realistic doll, so maybe his superior really did have something this realistic under their wing? 

Both got to work, and Jenny was forced back under the desk, but at this rate, it gave her the chance to nap for another hour. Letting the auxiliary programmer go get lunch first, nearly 2pm now – The new mistress got up, and relayed the same fake command as before, to insinuate that the Chikan Project dolls would assault Jenny if she got within their range, knowing her hood at least had a sensor they could detect. Returning from lunch, but as promised, nothing for Jenny. There were some questions and answers passed back and forth, but both otherwise seemed to focus heavily on writing script, until it ran around dusk – Jenny slept for most of it, but the chair being wheeled out woke her up. “Doesn't look like the boss is going to show today, so, just gunna take my little doll home. We also seem to have lost the Chikan Project clothing, put in an order for a new complete sailor-fuku set – Underwear and all. Hit the lights when you're done, yeah? Good night.” Computer locked, and shut down.

The project manager strapped Jenny into a doll-mover, and rolled the 'doll' out, then loaded her into the back of a big SUV. It was the same process, but in reverse, to get Jenny into the spacious apartment they'd drive to and arrive at 15 minutes later. 

It had been going on for years already, to the point neighbours complained about the comings and goings of 'naked sex dolls' being moved in and out on a daily basis, but the new mistress was so far advanced on payments, all the apartment manager ever did was suggest clothing the doll beforehand – Or throwing a blanket over it upon moving it in and out, in the future – Which was how Jenny was delivered into her new home. She was always gagged for this sort of transport, so her deepest and loudest screams were mere mews – Which were played off as buggy programming, the battery dying, or something similar. Even those curious enough to ask, soon learned that 'Jenny' was from a sex doll factory; no more questions were asked. All of this was pretty common, and would also become daily life for the poor new living sex 'doll'. 

Jenny had been terrified at first – Both legally, and personally, from everything that had happened, as well as the crimes she committed, but with day after day being filled with being the test subject for a multiple-male sex doll programming and 'scenario' testing – And being taken home to be a sex doll for the Dominatrix-lead project manager – Her mind eventually started warping. Never having seen the face of her owner, and only allowed to see daylight twice a month at best – Which was simply removing the hood to shave her head – Her entire existence became sexually primal, and addictive, while her new-found mistress was making the most out of her little slave. Physically, financially, and mentally – Morphing the real person into a real doll. ID cards were falsified, social security numbers attained through sexual torture – Leading to bank accounts being closed or absorbed, bills and debts paid, and Jenny eventually falling off the face of the Earth. Her mistress kept up conversations with her doll's phone, but slowly weaned off everyone active in the contact list over the course of several months – Eventually working everything into some lie about helping kids in impoverished nations, no cell connectivity – Use email – And so on. It was a complicated and tedious ruse, but they hadn't been caught after a few years, so one just had to keep it going. 

The mittens were kept on at all times, even after the Chikan Project was completed – Jenny becoming the one and only doll for use during 'testing' for other projects given how life-like she was in responding to the other doll's actions. The mittens eventually got some use, as the head manager wanted to see if they could push the sex doll programming to five males, or whatever was feasible – The onaholes built into the mittens worked like a charm, but 'required' several rounds of testing, and given the male sex dolls were suspiciously always loaded with synthetic cum – Jenny had to endure a full cleaning process after every 'test', sometimes two or three times daily with the other sex dolls – Thanks to the barrage of seed she not only helped produce, but was the recipient of.

Almost two years later, the lead project manager worked up to warehouse manager – Just a step under the owner of the actual warehouse and company they worked out of. High-heeled feet loosely crossed at the ankle, up on a large, wide, sturdy wooden desk, and hiding her moans as she face-timed the real boss. “Yes-sir, I'll wrrtite up an email a-and let everyone know of the new project. Alllways happy to pleeease a customer. Hello? Hello?? Sir?” The connection was just fine, but she played up that the connection was janky to compensate for the immense pleasure she was receiving, and ending the call as she was brought to orgasm. The doll, formerly known as Jenny, was bobbing her head back and forth with a large dildo-gag buckled onto her sensory deprivation hood, and the protruding dildo delving her mistress's pussy. Of course the doll had its lips wrapped around one too inside her mouth; about four inches long, and almost as thick as a half-dollar of solid black rubber. Extending out of the other end, and being thrust into the warehouse managers cunt, was a seven-inch dildo with the same thickness. The manager-mistress put a hand on the doll's head, signaling to stop, and the blind doll pulled all the way out, the rubber shaft dripping with creamy juices. She unzipped a slit along one of her toy's covered ears, pulled away a flap of dense material, and pulled out an ear plug. “Looks like we just landed a new project, is my puppy ready?” The living doll, trussed up as a rubber-clad puppy-play bitch for the day, swayed her hips back and forth, causing her tail-buttplug to 'wag' excitedly like a dog.

“Thought so, good girl. We're in celebration of a new big project, so I'll let you not only choose dinner tonight, but where you want to sleep! For now, continue.” Jenny's mind had been so warped from the constant, daily battle against her will and pleasure, that this was a genuine treat! It would likely still be prepared so that it could be eaten hands-free out of a dog bowl regardless, but sleeping in her mistress's bed, with human touch and real blankets, was a huge boon! The ear-plug was reinserted, the flap of dense material replaced, making her effectively deaf again, and the zippered rubber assured that was how she was going to stay. Poking around a little to find her mistress's slit again with the dildo-tip, she'd nuzzle the cock-gag's dildo past the soaked lips once more, and start pumping it in and out like a good sex doll. A wireless version of the kegel-exerciser/vibrator Jenny used originally, was used regularly – It was the right combo of just strong enough, but quiet, and now with a wireless remote that her captor and mistress used daily – To tease, to torment, or to force orgasm. Thankfully with a much more willing slave, and a much cushier job that allowed her to shirk responsibility off onto others, the captor had a lot more 'alone' time to 'work'. They were bringing bleeding-edge, realistic scenarios and responses to the robotic sex dolls her company made – Largely in part to Jenny's 'generous' testing of every single scenario again and again until perfected via programming. And even with a further bump up in their doll's pricing thanks to the advanced 'research', they were still selling very well – Even expanding so that a side-shop was opened to sell additional custom clothing for previously sold dolls - Also formerly approved by seeing what Jenny looked like in them, when they were intended for female dolls. What was the worst thing to happen to Jenny, ended up being one of the best things to have happened to her Mistress's career, and there was no sign of slowing down.