The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

I unlocked the door to the townhouse at 3am on Saturday morning. Asleep inside the tastefully decorated home was my target. She was a woman in her early 30’s who someone wanted kidnapped, and I was a man who wanted to get paid for making that happen.

Getting in wasn’t hard since I had a copy of her house key. I have been at this job for 5 years now and I am pretty good at the whole kidnapping thing. I don’t break windows and carry a screaming woman out the door on my shoulder, which only happens on TV. When I am done, no one would suspect that she had been taken against her will.

I had spent the better part of a month preparing for this night. Watching her place from various vehicles, learning her patterns and entering her place on a few occasions for various reasons. The first time had been 3 weeks prior when she went jogging and had left the sliding back door open. It had been a simple matter to pull on one of my various costume jackets, in this case one with the local power company logo and put on a matching hat. Then wearing my tool belt I simply walked around the back of the complex and fiddled with the power box nearest her patio, after a few minutes I walked to the glass door, knocked, waited for a second and then slid it open, sticking my head inside. I muttered a few words then nodded and stepped inside. To anyone watching I had asked the resident a question and been invited to enter.

On that day my tasks had been simple enough, first find and make an impression of the door key, I found a spare set on a peg by the door, and after figuring out which was the main key (the most well used one) made my imprint. Then I went to the main objective, her computer. After connecting an external drive to her laptop I cloned the laptop OS and files to the external and departed. That was all I needed to set things in motion.

Over the next three weeks I set up the cover story for her imminent disappearance and made arraignments to send interested parties on a completely wrong track. First I made a simple hard resin copy of her house key and using a laptop with her cloned drive I began performing searches at restaurants and coffee shops near the brokerage firm where she worked. I made sure to do these searches when she was on her lunch breaks so when the time came the searches would look legitimate.

But now the time had come, it was a three-day weekend at her firm so there would be an extra day before her absence was noticed.

The resin key I had made unlocked the front door and I entered wearing my “kidnap suit” which consisted of a brand new jumpsuit with a plumbing company logo on it, new socks and shoes with pull-on plastic sole covers, a set of surgical gloves and hat with the same logo. A filter mask made sure that if I somehow got spotted by a security camera there would be no way to ID me.

A van was parked outside with the same logo, if anyone was awake and looked out at the parking spaces in front of her place the impression would be that she had a late night plumbing emergency.

I moved inside as quietly as possible and pulled the out a chloroform soaked rag from one of the pouches on my belt as I slipped into her bedroom. She was asleep on the bed, and as the rag touched her face she snapped awake and struggled, but I was ready, I grabbed her throat with my other hand and squeezed a little, in her confusion she did what anyone would do and tried to suck in air, I relaxed my grip as she grabbed ahold of my arm to pull it away and as she inhaled she got a nice dose of the fumes. A few seconds later she was out cold.

Now I had to get move her and cover my tracks.

I folded her up into a fetal position and wrapped her up in her bed’s sheets, then I lifted her up and carried the bundle to the kitchen and set her down by the door. I took a lawn and leaf bag off my belt and slid the wrapped bundle into it. Then I peeked out the window and once I was sure it was clear I lugged the bundle containing Ms. Erma Jacobs to the van and placed it inside. I pulled out the cloned laptop, wiped it down completely and then pressed her hands over it in a variety of positions. I changed my gloves, tossing the chloroform scented ones in a plastic bag, and took the laptop back into her home. I found her linen closet and made the bed, that way it wouldn’t seem unusual and there would be no trace of chloroform on these sheets. Then I swapped out her laptop for the cloned one and then accessed her financials on the clone. I connected to her wi-fi with the cloned computer and began transferring her not insignificant funds to a Cayman Island account. When that was done I ran a reinstallation on the cloned laptop and left it there. I went to her closet and pulled out a suitcase and a few articles of clothing, leaving the hangers on the floor, I grabbed her brushes and other grooming items along with all the medicine bottles from her bathroom and took a couple of small pictures off the wall and added them to the suitcase. I didn’t need or want any of this stuff but it was necessary for the deception. I looked around for anything that screamed ‘personal’ and grabbed a few figurines and an old stuffed bear off a dresser and closed the suitcase. I wrapped the suitcase in another lawn bag and carried it out to the van snagging her phone, purse and keyring on my way out. I locked the front door behind me with her own set of keys as I left.

I got in the van and drove away, parking a few blocks south of her place. Then I climbed into the back of the van and checked on my victim. After unwrapping her from the bag and sheets I pulled out my medical gear and loaded up a syringe with sedatives and dosed her, now she would sleep for a good 6 hours. Next I put a ball gag on her and cuffed her hands behind her back then bound her ankles with a dozen feet of duct tape before wrapping her back up in the sheets, just in case. I slipped out of the kidnap suit and back into new set of street clothes although I kept the gloves for the next phase.

I walked back to her complex and with her keys took her car drove it a dozen miles into the city with the windows down. I left the car parked on the street near a bus stop that served the airport. I took out her phone and broke in half and put the pieces in my pocket. Then I walked to a nearby alley where I collected a scooter I had left under a tarp chained to a dumpster earlier in the day. I rode back to the van looking for all the world like just another guy who had lost his license in a DUI. I spent half an hour puttering my way back to the van and along the way I tossed the pieces of Erma’s phone in sewer drains on different roads. When I arrived at the van, the scooter went into the back next to the sleeping Erma and at 4am I was off to make my payday. A month of set up, 1 hour of actual work. This was one for the textbooks, if kidnapping women for profit had any textbooks, which I am fairly certain they don’t.

I’m sure many people would ask how I had gotten into kidnapping for hire, if they knew that was what I really did, my business cards say that I work in political advertising, no one EVER asks about that job.

I did it the same way most people get jobs, I applied online.

No, seriously.

Of course I didn’t know it was kidnapping for hire when I filled out the forms, I thought it was a bounty hunting and property recovery operation. It wasn’t until I had gone through a couple of personality tests and an interview that I got a clue. They were careful but eventually they informed me about the private contracts aspect of their bounty hunting. By this time they were confident I was the kind of guy who wouldn’t run to the cops but they had a plan if those biometrics they were secretly monitoring indicated I was lying when I said I was willing.

Of course once I was in I discovered it was even more illegal than I thought. I had assumed that what they were talking about was just going to be rich people paying to have things they couldn’t buy stolen for them, like some piece of art; or maybe the bounties would have us grabbing people the customer wanted revenge on for something they couldn’t go to court over.

It turned out the company I applied too was fake, they had a series of shells set up when they recruited hunters, and the money eventually led back to an outfit called Mancipium Enterprises. M.E. had developed some seriously scary tech that had been intended to allow people with a special brain implant to upload skillsets and use them. The idea was to create a shortcut for military training, as long as the body was physically able to perform the tasks, the user could upload any skills needed in the field. Suddenly every solider could be any kind of specialist needed in seconds.

Of course the tests had problems, first and foremost was the immune rejection rate which was over 70% among test subjects. The brain boys found that rejection could be overcome with specially designed drugs but those drugs left the immune system weakened and the average lifespan of the user on the drug treatment was projected at 15 years at the outside and half that or less in unhygienic areas of the world, and since most wars aren’t fought in areas with a cleaning crew the project never made it to the military conventions.

Then there was the unexpected side effect, after some test it was discovered that implanted subjects could upload more than just skills, with the right tweaks you could upload programming that altered mannerisms, phobias or even created whole new personalities. A subject to could be made to not want to smoke, or to exercise more, or you could create a whole new identity profile. A lazy smoker with a drinking problem could be altered to become a clean living exercise nut and a willful antisocial goth girl could be made into a Suzy home-maker who loves to cook, clean and please her man.

As you can guess the side effect is where my job comes into play. For the right price you can have your own human ‘doll’, modified physically and mentally to be your perfect companion, perfect sex toy or your perfect victim.

The process goes something like this, a customer makes contact with Mancipium and puts in an ‘order’, sometimes it’s for a specific person, sometimes it’s just for a template. If it’s a template, life is easier for us on the collection side and the process is cheaper for the customer. Most customers go for the template, they want their own version of a porn queen, music star or a movie idol with personality modifications to their liking.

I had met one of the modded template girls, She was a Marilyn Monroe ‘doll’ who after a little plastic surgery looked just like the actress, although an inch or two taller. The ‘doll’ had the speech patterns and mannerisms down pat, but the customer had a dominatrix personality installed which was a little trippy to hear and see.

The templates are good money for guys like me, we get a list of potential subjects gleaned from searching social media sites and doing facial comparisons followed by body type analysis to provide a candidate that requires the minimum surgery to be a match.

Once a hunter has the target info they go out into the field and start stalking potential victims. A target being married or living with someone is a hurdle but not a disqualifier. It comes down to picking a target that can be taken with a believable cover. Of course given several targets we take the easiest one we can. Work smarter not harder and all that.

Specific targets are harder, and as such pay better. Erma was a specific target. The customer in this case was known as a regular with our service. I didn’t know the customer’s name but I could probably have figured it out if I tried since she is systematically creating a harem out of women who wronged her in the past. The customer in this case had made a pile of money and has retired to live off her residuals or something and taking vengeance on women who persecuted her for being a lesbian. The customer file showed that she had already collected a former high school cheerleader, a former college roommate, and two previous bosses, now she would own Erma as well.

Erma had presumably fired the customer a few years ago. The victim wasn’t that pretty, I mean she wasn’t ugly by any means. She was 5 foot 6, with a decent red dye job in a pixie-cut, her body was in decent shape but she could stand to lose 10 pounds. Her breasts were nice but starting to sag a little, I would bet she was going to get a little touch up work before final delivery.

Not that I cared how she looked, after all I was paid to make the grab and cover my tracks. In a few hours I would arrive at a special warehouse where I would put Erma into a holding cell for eventual pickup. The contract didn’t forbid me from fucking her if I wanted, I just had to use protection, if the target was delivered pregnant or with an STD my payment was forfeit. Not that I had any STDs mind you.

Erma woke up about a half hour before I reached the drop off point, she squirmed around in the sheets, grunted and moaned a bit until I yelled at her to stop it or I’d dose her again. After that she just whimpered and tried to get comfortable, although she did get her head out of the sheets.

Now some people might be worried about being identified, but it’s not like she would be able to tell anyone, I knew that there was a special personality modification in all the dolls insured that if the authorities aver got hold of them they would be rendered comatose for a while then reawaken with one though on their minds: suicide.

Gruesome? Yes, but I knowingly kidnaped women, and sometimes men, to deliver them to people who in turn convert them into mind warped slaves with an average lifespan of about 3 presidential elections. So gruesome it’s all about perspective, and from my perspective I keeps me out of jail.

I drew close to the warehouse and made the required drive-by looking for indicators that the place had been compromised. If anyone enters the holding location and doesn’t deactivate certain hidden triggers, then a couple of simple things happen. The old satellite antenna on the roof changes direction, breaking the network connection and a few of the outside lights ‘burn out’. If those specific lights are out or the dish is facing north, I keep driving and go to the next place on my secret list. Everything looked normal when I passed but I took my time and eventually pulled up to the building an hour later. After I let myself in and brought the van inside, I deactivated the triggers and sent the ‘arrived safe with package’ code on a burner phone.

I checked the holding cell and made sure it was ready, we are supposed to clean up after a job but some hunters are sloppy. Once I was satisfied that everything was in place I pulled out some gear from the supplies, loaded the items on a rolling cart and went to the van to unload Ms. Jacobs and have a little fun.

I opened the rear doors and pulled Erma out and stood her up, she was a little wobbly with her taped ankles and the sheets wrapped around her body. Once she was stable I picked up a pair of heavy duty shears and cut away the sheets then went on to slicing off her clothes, she squirmed and looked around frantically and mutter some muffled ‘nhuuuu’s through the gag but in the end she was naked and shivering.

I turned her around and pushed her into the back of the van face down with her legs dangling out, I’m sure she expected some anal violation then and there but I just pulled a set of leg irons off the cart and straddled her legs. I cut the tape and pulled it off which got me a couple of incoherent screams as the tape pulled away, then I slapped the irons on her ankles and pulled her back to her feet. She was standing better now but the single foot of chain on the irons meant she could only walk at a hobbled pace.

“Now then,” I said “let’s get this over with. My name doesn’t matter, you will call me ‘sir’ if you are allowed to speak at all. Don’t try to speak now or I will be obliged to hurt you” her eyes widened and her face paled as I said the last part.

As I spoke I picked up an adjustable leather collar and placed it around her neck, cinching it tight. “You and I will be spending a few days together before you get picked up and taken away to a secret lab.” I attached a long thin chain to the collar and ran it down her back, under the cuffs that held her hands in place and fed it through her crotch. Continuing “There you will be implanted with a device that will make you into an obedient slave, you will probably be given a little surgery as well.” I stood in front of her and lifted the chain up so it dug into her ass and cunt. I reached out and lifted one of her tits for emphasis.

“Follow” I ordered and started walking towards the inner structure of the warehouse, and old office area that had a couple of holding cells and a basic apartment layout for the hunter. As she took short quick steps to keep up I went on, “I’ve spent a while setting things up so that when the police investigate your disappearance they will find that you’ve been doing a lot of searching online over the past few weeks for information about embezzlement laws, non-extradition countries, methods for dropping out of sight, laundering money, ect. They will find that you tried to cover your tracks by reformatting your computer but any trained tech will recover all the evidence that I planted. This will lead the police to inform your employers who will no doubt look for signs of embezzlement, even though I am pretty sure you didn’t commit such a crime, I’d bet dollars to doughnuts someone will take advantage on the situation and link you to some money that either has already been stolen or will suddenly go missing.”

We entered the inner building and she saw the apartment and the holding cells, the cells were simple units, 10 feet square, each had a toilet, a single person sleeping platform mounted securely to the wall and some sturdy o-rings mounted in strategic locations on the walls, the ceiling and one on the floor in the middle of the room. Three of the walls of each cell were thick concrete while the fourth which faced the ‘apartment’ was made of inch thick bullet-proof plexiglass with a matching door held in place by a simple set of heavy steel bars, the bottom of each door had a sliding slot that was three inches high and a foot wide, just enough to let items be moved through it but nowhere near large enough to escape through.

I led her over to the first cell and took down the large keyring from the wall and unlocked the bars on the door and opened it wide.

I didn’t lead her in yet, instead I led her over to the far side of the apartment where the dungeon gear was set up in front of the second cell. She tried to back away but a tug on the leash convinced her to give that up. I looked over the implements available to me and made sure she saw them as well; a St Andrews cross, a tall standing cage that looked like she would be quite snug inside, a metal frame designed to hold a person on all fours with an electric pumping dildo that would go in the victim and a wooden bondage horse that would hold someone in a variety of positions all of which would make screwing them in any hole easy.

On the wall was a cornucopia of restraints, spreaders, gags, whips, paddles and even a couple of straitjackets.

Her eyes were wild by this point but she couldn’t run away. I turned to her, smiling evilly and said “It’s nearly noon and by now you are probably hungry. But I haven’t decided whether or not you get fed when I put you in your cell. So I will give you a choice. You can choose to go into the cell right now and hope I feed you later, or you can opt to blow me and I will give you an energy bar and a bottle of water, orrrrrrr” I stretched the word out, “You can choose to get fucked and you’ll get hot TV dinner and bottle of juice.”

She looked stunned, I guess it hadn’t occurred to her that she would be given any choices. I had just told her she had been kidnapped to be brainwashed and sold as a sex slave so she probably just expected to be raped by me, and it’s not like she could stop me or that anyone would punish me but I find it goes a lot easier if they are willing, even if under duress.

I unbuckled the gag and pulled it out of her mouth and asked “Well?”

She flexed her jaw a couple of times, swallowed and croaked “I will blow you… sir”

I shrugged and led her back to the civilized side of the room where a large couch faced a big screen TV across from the cells, I dropped my pants and pulled out my cock and sat down. “Get to it then.” I told her.

She looked around for a moment then clumsily dropped to her knees in front of me and opened her mouth. As she leaned forward I said “Hold it” and pulled a ring gag from a drawer in the nightstand beside the couch. I wedged the ring in place and pulled it tight as I buckled it behind her head. Then I leaned back and said “Ok, proceed.” She looked a little confused, I guess it hadn’t occurred to her to bite me and make a break for it. Good. That would make life easier.

She dropped her head onto my dick and began bobbing up and down, her tongue danced along my cock as she worked and I realized that she was pretty good at this kind of thing. I began to wonder how much of her advancement at her firm was due to skill and how much came from her other ‘talents’.

A few minutes later her tongue was caressing my dick and I was ready to blow, the only warning she got was my hand on her head to hold it in place a second before I spurted into her mouth. I can only guess she was used to swallowing but the ring made it hard for her to get proper suction and so she choked a bit and gurgled as she struggled to swallow my load. After a moment she finished swallowing and I let her raise her head. She was crying a little.

I stood up and pulled up my pants then grabbed the leash and forced her to stand clumsily and led her to the open cell. Once inside I removed the ring gag and the leash, then I re-cuffed her hands in front of her, then I turned and left, closing the door and locking to bars in place. I went deeper into the apartment to the kitchenette and started the oven, then brought back her reward and unlocked the flap at the bottom of the door and slid the bottle and energy bar inside. I left the slot unlocked and said “When you are ready for more just call out through the slot and tell me that you are ready to suck or ready to fuck. The rewards will be the same as before.” Then I turned and went deeper into the apartment where the small bathroom held a shower stall. I stripped and tossed my clothes in the small hamper and then naked, walked back out into the main room and around to the kitchenette and put a frozen pizza in the oven, then I walked back through the main room and went to shower. I could have put on a robe but I wanted her to know I didn’t care. I left the door open into the main room so she could hear the shower. When I was done I toweled off and slipped on a robe before heading back to retrieve my lunch. With the slot open I’m sure she could smell the meat lovers pizza, it was calculated to make her hungry. Although the couch faced away from the cells there was a monitor set low on the wall that normally showed images like landscapes but could be swapped to a feed from the cells, I turned it over to her cell and watched as she slowly drank her water while sitting on the sleeping pad and staring out the plexiglass wall. She was probably looking at my TV which was high enough for her to see. She couldn’t hear it unless she put her head down to the slot and listened and she made no move to do that.

I watched TV for a while and then read a book, slowly eating the pizza.

After a few hours I heard her voice from behind me say “I am ready to suck sir.”

I called back over my shoulder “I’m not. Try again in a couple of hours” and went back to my book. On the monitor she looked perplexed and even a little disappointed as she returned to the bed.

Over the next two hours she paced some of the time and spent the rest with her knees pulled up to her chest rocking back and forth. When she was hungry enough she went back to the door and squatted down to the slot. “I’m ready to fuck sir” she said is a loud, if shaky voice.

I looked at the clock and smiled. That had taken less time than I had expected. I thought she would at least hold out until morning but it was only 7pm and she was ready to give in for a hot meal. My guess about her getting promoted by sexual favors seemed more and more likely.

I waited a moment before reacting, then I stood up and switched the monitor to scenery and the TV to a classical music station.

I walked around to the cell and saw her still squatting inside. “What was that?” I asked even though we both knew I had heard her just fine, this was just a power play. She only hesitated a second before responding in a loud clear voice “I am ready to FUCK sir!” making sure there was no way to mistake which option she had chosen.

“Hold that pose” I told her and retrieved to keys and leash. I unlocked the door and opened it then clipped the leash to her collar and said “Follow”. I led her out, hung the cell keys back up and marched her over to the dungeon area.

I stood her next to the bondage horse and uncuffed her hands, then I leaned her over the horse, it was a sturdy sawhorse design with padding along the top. I strapped her arms to the front legs securing them. Then I unshackled her feet and bound her ankles to the rear legs. She was bound over the horse with her ass about even her head. This put all her holes up in the air with her mouth and cunt at excellent fucking heights. I walked around her taking in the sight. I had seen better, after all most customers wanted younger and fitter women for their dolls. But she was still attractive, especially strapped in and helpless like she was now. Her eyes were closed and she was shaking a little, waiting for me to screw her and just wanting to get through it and get fed.

I ran my hand over her buttocks and then slapped her hard on the left asscheek. She yelped as her concentration broke and I stuck a finger in her slit. As expected she was dry as a desert. I sighed and pulled on a condom and pulled a tube of lube from the rack of supplies and squirted a dollop on my fingers then shoved them in her pussy and smeared it around as she grunted from the intrusion. Satisfied that I wouldn’t get a friction burn or tear the condom I smacked her ass again, then I grabbed her hips and shoved my cock inside her lubed up cunt. She grunted as I pumped her and I saw that her tits were swinging back and forth as I pulled and pushed her hips to help the rhythm.

After a minute she moved her hips on her own and I began slapping her ass as she moved forward each time, saying “That’s a good doll, I’m sure your owner will appreciate your initiative, if she leaves enough of your mind intact for you to have any.” Her movements stiffened at that but she kept going a few minutes later I came, then slowly pulled out of her and walked around to face her, my stiff dick still wrapped in the filled condom.

I smiled at her and said “nearly done little doll, I’ll be nice and give you a choice, you can lick me clean or you can drink the contents of the rubber, which will it be?”

She thought for a second then said “I’ll clean you sir.”

She smiled like a donut and I peeled off the condom and tossed it in a nearby trash can, then I shoved my slimy dick in her mouth and she licked me clean with some impressive skill. When she was done she looked up at me and gave me what I assume was her ‘puppy-dog eyes’ look. I unstrapped her arms and stood her up before I cuffed her hands in front. Then I unstrapped her ankles and reattached the leg irons. I leashed her again and led her back to the civilized side of the apartment to the couch.

“Kneel.” I said. She complied a little better than before, “Stay” I said like I was talking to a dog. She nodded, looking hopeful.

I walked into the kitchenette and took a random TV dinner from the freezer and put it on to cook.

I went back to the couch and sat down.

I looked at her kneeling by the couch and said “well we have a few minutes so I tell you what, you can ask me any one question and I’ll answer it, no strings attached.”

She looked like she didn’t believe me, then asked the question I expected, “Why me?”

I shrugged and said “The customer wanted you specifically, she’s a wealthy woman and she’s been a regular customer with my employers for several years. “ I gave her the run down on what I knew and finished by telling her “I have no idea if she’ll make you into an adoring little lesbian masochist slave or if she’ll leave most of your mind intact and just torture you for fun.”

“Oh god!” She said, her face a mix of terror and revulsion. Then she blurted “It must be Sheila!”

I shrugged again and said, “Makes no difference to me, I’m just the delivery guy.”

Then came the predicable begging.

“Please don’t do this, it’s not too late to let me go, I have money and I can get more, I really could embezzle to pay you, even if I got caught it would be better than being brainwashed and sold to Sheila” she pleaded.

“Hang on,” I said as the microwave dinged. I went and retrieved a bottle of apple juice and the TV dinner and placed them on the coffee table beside Erma. She looked for the missing utensils and I said “Use your fingers or starve, I don’t care”.

She waited a moment then tentatively picked up a chicken finger and nibbled it, it was hot so she ate slowly, blowing on it a lot to cool it down.

I sat down and continued “You don’t have that money anymore, one of the things I did when I covered my tracks was I set up sell orders on your stocks earlier today and then transferred all your funds after the sale went through. The money went to the Cayman Islands where the funds will be laundered and I’ll get half as a bonus and the other half will become credit with my employers towards my own doll.”

I kept talking as she ate, after all, who would she tell?

“You see the time spent on this job put me over the five year mark and that earns me a free basic doll implant. Of course as someone in the business I want more than a basic doll but that is where the credit comes into play. I haven’t had too many well off targets like you but you’re not the first and I’ve been saving up a fair amount of my bounty money. You see, a basic bimbo doll costs half a million dollars if you take them as-is, which of course almost nobody does. I want to upgrade to a custom template, that’s a doll made from a girl with a specific body shape and size. That will double the cost and on top of that I want a custom personality implanted. That’s another one hundred large for that. I can trim the price back by doing the capture myself and I intend to do so, but I still have to pay for the research costs to get a list of probable targets. I hope to find a target that won’t need any surgical modifications to fit my desires, since if my target needs surgery it will cost me extra. Even she does need surgery it will still be cheaper than what your buyer is paying. Specific people are a million dollars as a base price and it goes up depending on how hard it will be to make them disappear, which is where my fee come in, and then whatever body mods and the personality alterations the customer wants.”

I went on as she numbly ate her food “I peg your price tag at least a million and a half, maybe more depending on what cosmetic surgery and mind fucking she wants done to you.”

She had stopped eating and was staring at me like I had just confessed to being the Zodiac Killer.

“How can you be so callous about kidnapping and enslaving women?” she asked in a voice just over a whisper.

I looked at her and simply stated “Hey, I kidnap guys too, it’s just that for the most part people who have the money and the desire to own someone tend to prefer females. I do it because I don’t care about other people, maybe I’m a psychopath or a sociopath or maybe I just lack empathy, I don’t know and I don’t really give a shit. To me you are just another job with benefits. I spent the better part of a month researching and prepping to grab you and now that the hard part is done I get to spend a few days fucking you before you get turned over to my employers. Then I will take a few days off while the research team does a work up on my order. I expect to spend a month or more on my target because I want perfection and then I will get back to profitable work while she is being processed into my perfect slave doll.”

I continued “I’ve got everything picked out already for my order, one of the parameters I will have installed in her is she’ll be a bisexual switch, dominating and a little sadistic toward women and submissive and a little masochistic with men, especially me, I will be the center of her universe. She’ll enjoy helping me with my work and she’ll make my life easier in a lot of ways since I’ll get the basic sex-retary package free. That is a standard implant mod that makes the dolls useful as executive assistants. She’ll be able to keep the books, track of all my schedules and expenses in her head and when the time comes on the job she’ll gladly assist me grabbing the targets. If your order had come along a few months later my doll would probably be torturing you right now…”

She had frozen, and had a “deer in the headlights” look on her face. It was time to put her back in her place.

“Finish your food.” I instructed.

She complied and when the last morsel had been swallowed I pulled her over to me and said “You were allowed one question, but you asked two so now you get to pay for the second with a titty fuck. You can catch my load with your mouth or your face, but you’ll end up eating it regardless. Now get to work cunt.”

She winced and said “yes sir” in resignation.

With her hands cuffed she couldn’t use them to hold her boobs and had to rely on her upper arms for squeezing. She managed to wrap her tits around my dick and pressed them together with her arms and began jiggling herself up and down.

As she worked I looked at her and said “Try to enjoy it cunt, these next few days might just be the last time you get to enjoy real cock in your holes. Word is the customer is jealous of her toys, so the closest you may ever get to a real dick again will probably be a strap-on dildo. Of course she might just decide to humiliate you by taking you to a club and making you a community cum-dumpster but I doubt it. You’ll probably spend the rest of your life eating nothing but pussy and ass in her harem.” As I finished telling her about her likely fate I came. She had been working my cock with her head low and eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to hear my words and as a result she got a face full of cum.

I pushed her off and said “Clean yourself up with your fingers and lick them clean little doll, then you go back in your cell for the night.”

She complied stiffly, when she was mostly clean I went to the back and grabbed a thermal blanket, the ones that look like aluminum foil and when I returned led her into the cell and removed the shackles and cuffs. As she lay down on the thin mattress I told her “Here’s a blanket. Breakfast will cost you your ass, let me know when you are ready to trade tomorrow.” Then I walked out, locked the door and shut off the lights in her cell and went to the bedroom. I had some more work to do before the collectors came to get Erma and reprogram her in a lesbian sextoy.