; ; The doors to the Chief's private office slammed open with a force hard ; enough to rattle the hinges. Lydia Dunn, Chief of the Commission of ; Sex Crimes, stopped her dictation in mid-sentence. Her icy stare did ; nothing to intimidate the Deputy Commissioner, Christina Hilshire, who ; had burst so expectedly into the Chief's private domain.
; ; "Yes, Christina?" Lydia Dunn asked, without a loss of her legendary ; self control. "I don't recall us having an appointment."
; ; Christina weathered the stare and marched right up to her boss's ; desk. "I want to know why my investigation of the XTC Doll Company has ; been shut down!" she exclaimed.
; ; Lydia Dunn arched her eyebrows. "I was prepared to tell you during our ; normal staff meeting this afternoon. I saw no point in continuing this ; fishing expedition of yours. I would also comment that being my ; second-in-command does not give you the right to barge in here without ; even knocking."
; ; Christina planted her fists on the desk and said, "My hunches have ; proved right so far, that's what got me promoted to your executive ; officer. And my hunch is that this company is up to something."
; ; Lydia Dunn leaned back in her chair and idly picked up a sheaf of ; papers from her orderly desk. "I've read your report. This XTC Doll ; Company manufactures synthetic love-dolls. That's not illegal. It's ; even encouraged, after the last AIDS epidemic forced the full ; outlawing of all illicit sex business."
; ; Cristina shook her head before Lydia Dunn had even finished speaking, ; the younger woman's unkept short black hair hair ruffling with the ; movement. That impatient arrogance, together with Christina's ; insistence on wearing what she damn well pleased and doing what she ; damn well liked, made Lydia Dunn's knuckles whiten even as she held ; the report. The fact was, this independent little upstart really got ; on her nerves. Lydia Dunn chose tailored business outfits and wore a ; carefully selected perfume. Christina not only crossed the line on ; office demeanor; she stomped all over it. If only she wasn't so good ; at her work.
; ; Christina said, "I hacked into their financial computers. This company ; is making tons of money. I suspect the lovedoll business is just a ; cover for a high-class prostitution network."
; ; "Oh, come now," said Lydia Dunn. "Prostitution is strictly ; prohibited," said Lydia Dunn. "Life imprisonment--medical ; quarantine--for everybody involved. The owners of this company ; wouldn't be that stupid. And I would know about it through other ; channels if there was the slightest chance. Besides, have you ever ; taken the trouble to inspect one of their love-dolls? Supposed to be ; state-of-the-art, very expensive. That would account for the revenue."
; ; Christina put her hands on her hips, "In the first place, I think that ; whole business of love-dolls is sick, and I don't care if they're ; sanctioned by the government as a sex-partner substitute--the owners ; of this business are creeps, as far as I'm concerned. In the second ; place, we both know that the rich and famous can always get what they ; want, if they willing to pay the price. And finally, I've got evidence ; that this company might be paying bribes to government officials in ; high places to keep their business secret."
; ; A chill entered Lydia Dunn's voice. "Are you accusing me of taking ; bribes?" she asked.
; ; Christina backed off. "No, of course not. I'm just suggesting your ; normal channels of investigation might be thwarted. That's why we need ; to send in an agent. Namely, me."
; ; "Hmm. Dressed as you are now, Christina, you might very well pass as a ; recruit for a prostitution ring." Lydia Dunn's eye ran disapprovingly ; over the girl's provocative dress. Tight-fitting leather pants, a ; white silk blouse whose contours betrayed the absence of any kind of a ; bra and just enough make-up to emphasize her natural beauty. Lydia ; Dunn had heard how the men in her path to promotion had been ; distracted by her sensuality, and how Christina had played them for ; what they were worth and marched over their bodies in her three-inch ; heels as soon as they had served their purpose. "If I send anybody, it ; ought to be a male agent, posing as a customer."
; ; "I can run circles around any male agent on your staff, Miss ; Dunn. Besides, from what I hear, you're not exactly partial to men ; anyway."
; ; Lydia Dunn resisted the impulse to strangle this impertinent little ; snit right then and there. True, Lydia acknowledged that Christina was ; young and smart and oh-so-attractive. But Lydia's pristine and ; well-coifed exterior hid the ruthless instincts of an administrative ; in-fighter who had clawed her own way to the top. She wasn't about to ; be toppled by some pedigreed street hustler. She leaned back in her ; executive chair and said casually "Office rumors say you're after my ; job as Chief, Christina, that you have your little heart set at ; working at this desk." You scheming little slut, she thought.
; ; "Only if I deserve it--like, if I prove the existence of a world-wide ; prostitution ring masquerading as a maker of toy love-dolls, right ; under the nose of our Commission on Sex Crimes," replied Christina ; sweetly to the older woman. You over-the-hill bitch dyke, she thought.
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; ; Christina checked her make-up one last time before entering the ; offices of XTC Doll Company. The address took her by surprise; she had ; expected some dingy office-warehouse. But the corporate office had an ; address in one of the finer sections of the city. When she entered ; through the doors and marched up to the receptionist, Christina was ; struck by the fine decor of the office. The oil paintings on the wall, ; the plush embroidered couch, even the fresh real flowers displayed in ; the vase on the Chippendale table--all seemed to have been selected ; with exquisite taste. Christina had dressed the part of a hooker ; looking for a new gig, and felt very out of place in these elegant ; surroundings.
; ; "I called about a job," she said, after signing in under her ; fictitious work name.
; ; "Someone will be out to see you in a moment," said the ; receptionist. When Christina tried a few probing questions, the ; receptionist offered a bland and impersonal smile, nothing more. Her ; face, though pretty, was expressionless. For a mad moment, Christina ; wondered if there wasn't something, well. synthetic about her. Don't ; get paranoid so soon, Christina chided herself. But the receptionists ; eyes--blank and soulless--bothered her.
; ; Christina noticed a hologram display booth in the lobby and walked ; over to check it out. OUR LATEST LOVE-DOLL! announced the display. She ; pressed an indicated button, and an image about a foot tall flickered ; into life. The display flashed specifications and features of the ; so-described "Ultimate Love-Doll", as the image of the mannequin ; postured herself invitingly. The doll's body conformed to the ideal ; voluptuous shape, with perfect make-up and glossy skin. Christina was ; impressed in spite of herself--the doll was extraordinarily life-like, ; and if even half the warranties were true, the doll could be quite a ; novelty. It would be just like men to go for some toy with full hair, ; large breasts, and a "precision-engineered love channel", as the ; display boasted. Pity that all that ingenuity was devoted to such ; degenerate purpose, thought Christina, her nose wrinkled in disgust.
; ; Presently another woman came out and called for her. She, too, was ; pretty and well-mannered and totally unresponsive to Christina's ; questions. Instead, she motioned Christina to a chair in a cubicle ; with what looked like some kind of eye-examination device.
; ; "We have a security system here that codes off retina scans," she ; explained. "This will let you pass through the various checkpoints ; into our recruiting department for your interview. Please look into ; the eye guards so we can register your imprint."
; ; Christina gave what she hoped was a silly-prostitute smile, and tried ; to hide her wariness. She looked into the eyepieces, much like having ; her eyes examined. "We need to hold your head steady," said the voice ; beside her, as a strap secured the eyepiece tightly to over the bridge ; of her nose. Christina found herself watching a pulsing light inside a ; slowly revolving spiral, on a field of total blackness. The sparkling ; light blinked on and off at a steady rate. . . then the rhythm ; increased, the light flashing at a faster pace. Faster and faster, ; brighter and brighter, her mind now totally focused to the very center ; of the spiral. Suddenly she realized what was happening: the pulses ; had quickened to thirty times a second, precisely calibrated to the ; brain's ocular-neuron rate. The strobe effect--a classic device for ; inducing a state resembling an epileptic fit! Chistina twisted her ; head frantically to one side, but the eyepieces remained strapped ; securing over her eyes, the vision in front of her remained ; stationary--compelling, irresistible. She heard a buzzing in her ears ; as she began to lose consciousness. She tried one last desperate ; attempt to heave herself out of the chair, tear herself way from the ; iron grip of the hands that held her down. But her mind was already ; paralyzed. She sank back in the chair, the flashes now exploding in ; her very brain, everything swirling around her....
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; ; Christine opened her eyes. Blurred vision, her mind fighting for ; orientation. Now she was on her stomach, still on a gurney or ; table. Her face was framed by a padded ring, so she looked down on the ; floor, seeing surgical shoes on white tile. Her whole scalp felt cool, ; as if she had just stuck her head in a freezer. A soft moan escaped ; her parched lips, and she struggled feebly to raise herself.
; ; "Christ, she's coming around," said a voice.
; ; "Give her twenty milligrams of demerol. No, make it forty," spoke a ; voice with a vaguely European accent. A pair of green surgical shoes ; step into her line of downward vision, joining the first pair. Her arm ; twitched--must be an intravenous hook-up, there--and once more her ; consciousness dissolved into grey nothingness. But not before she ; heard the metallic clink of surgical instruments brought to bear.
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; ; Dreams! Nightmarish episodes of getting roused from slumber, voices ; telling her what to do, how to stand. Blue background, blue ; everywhere, except the bright lights in front. Hands helping her, ; positioning her, faces in front of her like indistinct ; balloons. Kaleidoscopic flashes of looking down, seeing her body in ; different outfits--will the real Christina please stand up? I can't, ; thought Christina plaintively, I'm so tired. Just let me lie down and ; go to sleep. But the voices urged her on, kept prompting her like an ; actress forgetting her lines. Maybe she got the job, she thought. But ; which job? She couldn't remember, but she seemed the center of ; attention of the people around her, which is how she liked it. She ; smiled for the cameras in the audience. But Commissioner Lydia Dunn ; wouldn't let her have her moment of attention, the bitch! If only she ; wasn't so sleepy, then she could really put on a show. But her eyelids ; grew heavy, and the voices grew quiet and the lights turned dim. And ; in her dream, she felt herself slipping into sleep again.
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; ; At last Christina gained consciousness for real. She felt her training ; and self discipline kick in like faithful allies: Waking up was a ; matter of ascending through layers of fog, you just had to wait for ; your mind to clear sufficiently for you to act rationally. Be ; patient. Gather your strength.
; ; She felt straps against her arms, waist, and legs. She cracked an ; eyelid and saw how she was restrained in something like a ; dentist-chair. Looking down over the swell of her breasts, she saw how ; the body suit followed the contours of her curves to perfection. She ; felt some kind of phallic device intruding deep inside her pussy, but ; could see nothing between her legs except a few wires leading off ; table. When she tried to move her head to look around the room, she ; felt a tightened band around her forehead that prevented her. Even ; that slight effort made her wince at the stab of a headache. A ; residual effect of the mind-inducer, she wondered, or did she injure ; herself during her capture? A particular ache throbbed just behind her ; right ear. Then Christina remembered the surgical surroundings ; earlier, and had to fight down her panic. She kept her eyes closed.
; ; "I know you are awake, Miss Hilshire." The voice was cultured and ; vaguely European She opened her eyes and studied her captor. About ; forty years old, she judged. His physique was solid, but not over ; muscular. His business suit had a cut that suggested a London tailor, ; but other than that, his type could be found in any corporate ; boardroom. Grey eyes, with irises flecked with black. And rimless ; glasses--you looked at the eyes behind those no-nonsense glasses and ; kept your distance. Christina loathed him immediately. And they ; apparently knew her real name! Christina hated the idea of being ; out-maneuvered by a man. He said calmly, "Are you feeling all right, ; Miss Hilshire? Can we get you something to drink, some cold water ; perhaps?"
; ; "I'll tell you want I want," said Christina, her voice edged with ; venom, "I want you get let me go. Right now. Otherwise, you and your ; creepy little outfit will find yourselves in more trouble than you ; could even conceive."
; ; "Oh? And what were you doing here, may I ask?"
; ; "I was applying for a job."
; ; The man said in mock surprise, "Truly? I was not aware that agents of ; the Sex Crimes Commission needed a second job to make ends meet. They ; really ought to do something about the pay scales of your agency."
; ; Christina said nothing, her cover blown already. "So I was right, then ; wasn't I? This whole love-doll business is just a front for something ; illegal. What do you got going here, a nice little ; kidnap-and-prostitution ring?" She sensed other people behind her, and ; could barely see out of the corner of her eye some kind of computer ; set up off to the side.
; ; The man, who had been sitting next to her, rose and walked to the foot ; of Christina's restraining table. He smiled at her question. "Oh, but ; for the golden days of white slavery! Damsels in distress chained to ; sweat-soaked mattresses, held in the holds of tramp steamers bound for ; the fleshpots of the Orient!" He smiled and shook his head. "No, the ; XTC Doll Company really is in the business of making and selling ; love-dolls. The finest imaginable, Miss Hilshire. We have come out ; with a new line, called the Ultimate Love-Doll', which has become ; quite popular among our customers. As you will soon see." He began to ; pace. Christina followed him with her eyes.
; ; He said, "There is some truth to what you say: a market for sexual ; adventure does in fact exist. It's mostly male, but not entirely. Many ; of our clients live and work outside the United States--bored with ; their home lives, frustrated with the taboos that prevent them from ; exploring their interests more openly. Generals, bankers, ; nobility--powerful men in their own societies. Much like your Senators ; and CEO's."
; ; "Don't be naive," snapped Christine. "Senators and CEO's don't have ; women kidnaped or drugged or whatever as sexual playthings!"
; ; "Oh?" the man said with a chilling smile. "And tell me who is being ; naive, here, Christina? Surely it is not me. I might add that such men ; need security and discretion--demand it, in fact. The sex-registration ; laws that followed the last outbreak of AIDS plague are constrictive ; enough. Mistresses and call-girls can turn the tables, threaten to go ; to the tabloids and talk-shows. This can be a most trying situation ; for these gentlemen, you understand."
; ; "My heart bleeds for em," muttered Christine, wincing as a spasm of ; pain seemed to ricochet through her cranium. Max studied her ; intently. "Your head, it hurts?" he asked.
; ; "Yeah, it hurts. And my scalp feels cold."
; ; "Yes, we shaved your head."
; ; "You what?!"
; ; "Yes, you will understand why quite shortly. Here, I will show you." ; The man stepped out of her vision, but quickly returned, rolling a ; full-length mirror to a stop at the foot of Christina's chair. She saw ; herself totally trussed in the chair. And her hair had indeed been ; totally shaven off , leaving her head now as smooth as a billiard ; ball. The bastards! Although she flaunted her refusal to follow ; conventional fashions, Christina had always been secretly quite ; impressed with her own looks. This was too much!
; ; " People around here call me Max', by the way," the man was ; saying. "I'm one of the directors of the company. And don't worry ; about your hair, it will grow back by the time we finish your ; training."
; ; "I've got other names for you, MAX!" she shouted. When she ran out of ; obscenities to call him and was left breathing hard, her eyes glaring ; like twin embers of hostility, Max motioned to somebody behind her.
; ; "While you were in the care of our clinic," said Max, "we installed a ; neuro-transmitter at the base of your skull, right next to your ; cerebellum. We can connect to that transmitter through a jack ; installed behind your ear--a process we call jacking in', by the way."
; ; Christina didn't know which was more terrifying--what he was saying, ; or the methodical academic way he was saying it. I've got to get out ; of here, she thought. These people are crazy! She tried to keep the ; initiative. "So you want to interrogate me about what the Commission ; knows of your outfit, do you? What's it to be, then?" she asked ; defiantly. "Bamboo shoots under my fingernails? Rubber hoses? ; Electrodes?"
; ; Max shook his head. "Miss Hilshire, we surely do not want to injure ; you in any way. We have other uses for you. As an undercover agent ; yourself, I expect your training included techniques at mental ; control, and the ways to resist them. In the old days, they called it
; ; brainwashing'. The techniques vary, but usually involve sleep ; deprivation, isolation, threats, psychological pressures--very crude ; methods indeed, wouldn't you say? And not much left over of the ; subject, when they finished." He gave a small shake of his head, as if ; to show his professional dissatisfaction. "We've come up with ; something far more effective. The ideas aren't new," he added ; modestly, "but the application is, we think, unique. You know who ; Pavlov is, don't you? He was a Russian scientist, who did tests of ; ringing a bell when he fed his dogs; after a while, the dogs would ; salivate at the mere sound of the bell. Rather discouraging for the ; dogs, no? And then the marvelous work of your own B.F. Skinner, who ; taught us that by controlling the rewards and punishments, you can ; shape behavior. It becomes a matter of reinforcement, you see."
; ; This patient instruction was not what Christina expected, and she ; fought down another wave of panic. Stay cool, she shouted to herself ; silently. Wait for them to make a mistake. But already she had the ; unnerving suspicion that this Max was not the type of man to make ; mistakes.
; ; Max said, "But how to put theory into practice, eh?" His eyes glinted ; behind his rimless glasses. "The neuro-transmitter was the key. I ; remember when we first formed the company, the moment at the clinic ; when we realized it could be done. We'll show you."
; ; Christina's eyes grew wide as a latex-gloved hand pressed something ; against the base of her skull, right behind her ear. She felt more ; than heard something click in. A tiny tremor of some kind of ; electrical charge tickled her brain. For some reason the phallic ; device pressing deep inside her pussy also seemed to quiver with some ; kind of charge. Then somebody pulled over her head some kind of ; hood. There were perfectly formed holes for her nostrils, mouth and ; eyes--but Christina wondered how long they would remain open. Max's ; voice carried through the earplugs in the hood just like headphones, ; and seemed to resonate deep in her own head, with no sense of ; direction. "The purpose of that head covering," said the voice, "is to ; deprive you of any kind of sensation except for what we allow. Did ; your training at the Commission include anything on neurology, Miss ; Hilshire?"
; ; "Just enough to recognize a nutcase when I see one. Like you, Max." ; Her voice sounded thick and unnatural with her ears plugged.
; ; "I'll reserve comment on that. We connected the neuro-transmitter in ; your skull directly to your primary visual cortex, bypassing the optic ; nerve. We're able to upload whole sequences of visual images directly ; into your brain--much like you see when you dream. "Now, let's see ; some images that we're going to be working with, shall we?" He stepped ; behind a rostrum with computer keyboard, and his fingers tapped a few ; strokes. Christina's eyes widened at the thought that her very brain ; was somehow now linked to their infernal computer. And Max controlled ; the keyboard!
; ; "Close your eyes now, Christina, or you will see double," said Max, as ; if this was being done for her own good. His fingers danced over the ; keyboard. Christina something like a power surge flash through her ; mind. A picture in fact was forming in her mind, superimposed on her ; view of the clinic! She found the double image disorienting, so she ; let her eyelids drop shut. And she saw--herself!
; ; Only it was a picture of herself that could never have existed. A ; dungeon scene. She was naked save for a metal collar, and chained to a ; wooden post, kneeling in a bed of straw, head downcast in a submissive ; posture. This picture flickered out, and a new image flashed before ; her eyes in the same dream-like wavering clarity. She was now dressed ; in an fetishistic maid outfit: an apron trimmed in white lace over a ; frilly maid's dress, glossy high-heeled pumps and fishnet ; stockings. She was bending over at the waist to dust off a bookshelf, ; displaying her derriere as if in open invitation. Christina blinked ; and tried to shake her immobile head to rid her mind of these ; disturbing pictures, but they filled her vision no matter what she did ; with her eyes. The final scene showed her dressed like a slut, her ; body barely covered in the flimsiest lingerie possible, literally ; crawling to the feet of a sitting man. The man's features remained ; blurred in the vision, but her expression, as she halted on hands and ; knees between his legs and looked up, radiated nothing short of animal ; lust. The man's hand reached down, grabbed a hank of her hair, and ; drew her face toward his thighs--
; ; The vision flickered and went out. Christina found herself looking ; again at Max still standing at his computer keyboard.
; ; "Enjoy the show?" he asked. "We have a databank full of them. We shot ; the raw footage when you were drugged into a compliant state, when you ; were first here as a guest. It was not easy, let me tell ; you--something like positioning a ragdoll at times. But we got the ; basic images. The background comes from computer imagery superimposed ; on your figure. It is quite amazing, don't you think? And you, Miss ; Hilshire, look positively fantastic. Considering your past ; relationships with men, seeing yourself in a submissive role might be ; a refreshing change for you, no?"
; ; "What do you know about my relationships, you scumbag?" demanded ; Christina.
; ; Max smiled without humor, and flipped through a file on the table next ; to him. "Quite a lot, actually. Of course we had you checked out, when ; we found you were checking us out. We even interviewed some of your ; former lovers, without them quite realizing it, by posing as tabloid ; reporters. They were only too glad to tell us how you used romance as ; a weapon. Some of them felt like just another notch on your lipstick ; case, to coin a phrase. Used' was frequent verb, by the way."
; ; Christina said, "Well, men have their uses. A few of them. Most of ; them are children, interested in either sex or their toys. If they ; can't stay up with me, that's their problem,." she said haughtily.
; ; "You American girls!" protested Max. "Always so independent! Don't you ; realize that you could control your men so much better with deference ; and charm?"
; ; Christina bared her teeth in a shark-like smile. "Step a little ; closer, you creep, and I'll show you some charm," she said."
; ; Max closed the file with a shrug.
; ; "So what's going on here?" demanded Christina. "Are you kidnaping ; women to make pictures like that? Does your precious Equinox Company ; have a world-wide market for bootleg pornography?"
; ; Max shook his head. "Not at all," he said. "I would say these images ; were made at great expense and trouble for an audience of one--namely ; you."
; ; "I don't understand," said Christina, now making no effort to hide her ; confusion.
; ; "You will soon enough," assured Max. He pointed to the computer to the ; side of his restrained captive. "As you saw from that sample of ; images, we have concocted many scenes of you in a compliant state of ; mind. We intend to play those scenes over and over again, going from ; the computer memory drives directly into your visual cortex. Each ; scene will be reinforced by a pleasurable stimuli. Or rather," he ; corrected himself, "a combination of stimuli. The neurotransmitter ; implanted in your brain has a biochemical stimulator to your pituitary ; gland. At a mere tap on our keyboard, we can prompt a surge of ; estrogen, endorphins and other hormones directly into your brain's ; limbic system, the very seat of your emotions. Estrogen fires up your ; sexual drive, of course. Endorphins induce a sense of euphoria, a ; definite high', I believe you call it. You have no doubt noticed we've ; installed a penetrating phallic stimulator in the bodysuit. That will ; provide another source of pleasurable stimuli. We have found in our ; research that sexual pleasure in particular is a very effective ; reinforcing force."
; ; "And what do you hope to gain by all this mad-scientist nonsense?" ; demanded Christina, but deep in the pit of her stomach she felt she ; already knew.
; ; "Oh, our scientists are not mad' at all, Miss Hilshire, if you mean to ; imply they have taken leave of their senses. They are quite dedicated ; to their work. As for what we intend to gain, we have it in our power ; to amplify your sexual cravings to any level we want to. I suppose the ; term bitch in heat' would best describe it, crude though it may be." ; Max removed his glasses and began polishing the lenses from a ; handkerchief drawn from his pocket. "You see the advantages, of ; course. We control your emotions. We control what you see and hear. I ; would suggest to you, Miss Hilshire, that we control your very brain! ; So why drag you through the conditioning experience in real life, when ; we can simulate them much more efficiently in your own mind? In fact, ; my dear, we've programmed over 100,000 repetitions of the simulations ; for you to experience by the time we are finished. And each one will ; be reinforced with a sensation of sublime pleasure." He stopped ; polishing and resettled the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and ; continued with a sterner tone. "Of course, you will try to resist. The ; neuro-transmitter we installed will detect those thoughts before you ; even think them. The neuron patterns of rejection can be easily ; recognized; the synapses light up whole sections of your brain like a ; Christmas tree. I am sorry to say such activity will be discouraged by ; negative conditioning. That is to say, Miss Hilshire, that such ; thoughts will immediately trigger a sensation of, well, let us just ; say exceeding unpleasantness."
; ; As Christina heard Max's last comment, her anger--simmering ever since ; she found herself helpless--boiled over into defiance. "If you expect ; me to cooperate," she flared, "you can go screw yourself."
; ; "Ah, Miss Hilshire, that's just the point: I don't want you to ; cooperate."
; ; Christina stared at him, her rage turning to confusion.
; ; "You see" he continued "when you don't cooperate, the computer ; recognizes the brain patterns signals, and automatically sends a jolt ; of negative conditioning. The whole point of this exercise is to ; remove your conscious will as a factor in your behavior. So by all ; means, fight back!" His lips broke into confident smile that Christina ; found so aggravating. "Well, enough repartee. We need to close up the ; hood, Miss Hilshire, to assure full dominion over your sensory ; output. When we next see each other, you will find yourself a ; different person."
; ; Christina opened her mouth to shriek curses at him, but just then a ; gloved hand slipped a mouthpiece gag between her teeth. Her jaw was ; forcibly closed by a brawny arm, and she felt a strap being cinched ; under her chin. Then another hand came within her field of vision, ; holding some kind of eyepads. Christina uttered a muffled protest as ; the blindfold slipped over her eyes, snapping over clasps around her ; brow and cheeks. The agent found herself in total darkness, her chest ; pressing in ragged rhythm against the constricting straps with every ; panting breath. Blood roared in her ears and she fought for self ; control. Then she heard Max's voice filling her head. "By the way, ; Christina, we also synthesized your voice to give you a little ; encouragement in our little exercise. You might as well sit back and ; enjoy yourself."
; ; She felt a tingling in the connection behind her ear. Then a scene ; flashed before her eyes, a full version of one of the scenes sampled ; earlier. Christina saw herself chained to a stout wooden post. The ; image was so real, she almost felt the steel cuffs biting into her ; wrists crossed above her head, the rough scratchings of the straw on ; her knees and thighs. Suddenly she felt a wave of pleasure course ; through her body, so intense that she found herself trembling.
; ; The endorphins! She thought. They're using my own hormones to make me ; want this. She tried to close her eyes to stop watching--but her eyes ; were already closed! The scene was playing on the backdrop of the very ; brain itself. The figure on the screen writhed sinuously. She watched ; as the Christina-image brushed a bare breast with a forearm, and ; another mind-bending flood of chemical pleasure pulsed through her ; brain. They even have it synchronized with what the image is doing, ; she realized, with a combination of horror and fascination.
; ; Christian steeled her mind. Think of other things, she commanded ; herself. She forced her mind to replace the submissive scene with ; another image, of her as Chief of the Commission, sitting at Lydia ; Dunn's desk, leading the extermination of this horrible XTC Doll ; Company. The two images fought for primacy in her mind. But just as ; she was on the verge of ordering the execution of Max, without the ; benefit of clergy, the computer detected the resisting thought ; patterns. And responded immediately.
; ; Something like an electric jolt zapped through Christina's whole ; brain. It wasn't pain; it was the bedrock sensation of awfulness ; without the related physical pain. It was enough to send Christina ; practically bolting out of her chair, if such a feat were at all ; possible. And then, before she had even known what had hit her, the ; dungeon scene was playing again before her eyes. Her own daydreams ; were obliterated. As she took her first gasp, she recalled Max's ; description of the computer's negative training device: "Exceeding ; unpleasantness," he had called it. The man has a gift for ; understatement, she thought.
; ; Before she could reassemble her defenses, she heard a voice in her ; mind--her own synthesized voice! "I want to do what I'm told," ; whispered her voice. "I want to be a good girl. I want to pay ; attention . . ." The sound of her own voice confused Christina, she ; could not tell her own thoughts from the relentless persuasion. For a ; few seconds, Christina watched the screen as the Christina-image drew ; her hands over body, luxuriating in her bondage. Another wave of ; pleasure--the endorphins splashing over her brain again . . .except ; this time Christina allowed herself to float away on it. . .just for a ; few seconds. . .tremors of amplified pleasure raced through her ; loins. . .
; ; No! Christina caught herself just in time. What to do? She remembered ; from her training the oriental technique of resisting torture by ; dividing time into infinite segments. All right, then---
; ; The computer pounced again. The second jolt was worse than the ; first. Christina's scream was totally muffled by the mouthpiece and ; gag. The neuro-transmitter had once again spotted the flickering ; synapses that betrayed her mental resistance. The endless loop began ; all over again--the image, the voice, the endorphins flowing into her ; brain to send her soaring in spirals of euphoria.
; ; Still reeling from the last shock, Christina once again succumbed to ; the onslaught against her free will. After a few seconds of passive ; acceptance, her body was rewarded by the phallus lodged deep inside ; her. It hummed to life. Slowly, in cadence to the scenes of the ; Christina-image caressing herself, the phallus throbbed and matched ; the stirrings of Christina's own sexual response. Before she knew what ; she was doing, Christina found herself writhing to the beat of the ; mechanical lover thrust inside her. The voice in her ears urged her ; on, seductively whispering: "Oh, yesss, I love that feeling...I want ; to be played with...I'll do anything I'm told..."
; ; As if through a fog, Christina dimly realized what was happening. Even ; though she tried to will herself to put up some fight, her mind and ; body did not obey her. It took all her will power to desperately ; summon up a mental block from this new seductive persuasion.
; ; The punishing shock obliterated the resistance before it had even ; formed in her mind. When her mind cleared the submissive ; Christina-image returned. Only now she was dressed in a leather fetish ; outfit, her waist cinched with laced corset, her legs clad in ; thigh-high boots. But her voice remained the same, still whispering ; submissive inducement deep in her mind. . .
; ; Max stayed at the keyboard her for over an hour of her programming. He ; followed every mental shift and dodge his captive attempted, watched ; with satisfaction as her episodes of resistance grew shorter and less ; frequent. Although he had witnessed hundreds of such scenes, he ; savored watching this particular subject reduced into conditioned ; compliance. As he watched Christina writhe in the restraining chair, ; he knew that her total universe consisted of alternating pleasure and ; instruction on one hand, and punishment for negative thinking on the ; other hand. He marveled at how long she was able to resist, trying to ; shore up her crumbling mental defenses. But slowly, inexorably, her ; brain learned its lessons of obedience.
; ; An assistant tapped him on the shoulder. "Miami is on the line, sir." ; Max left the clinic and returned to his own office, followed by the ; assistant.
; ; Max picked up the telephone receiver, listened a few moments, then ; nodded. "Yes, I think we can accommodate that." He hung up the ; telephone, and flipped through the status reports of his love-doll ; production line. "Demand is picking up," he said to the assistant. He ; dug into his work, with occasional glances along a bank of monitors ; that had closed-circuit television views of each of his clinic ; rooms. That way he followed Christina's progress, as well as the other ; captives undergoing programming. The very thought of what was ; happening to Christina in particular added some zest to his ; work. Beneath the visual image, the screen displayed various ; measurements of brain-waves, heart-rate and sexual arousal from the ; body suit that was packed with sensors. By degrees, her mind was being ; conditioned into submissiveness, and her sexual cravings were being ; stoked and amplified until satisfying that craving became her ; overriding fixation. Nice change of attitude, he thought to ; himself. He watched the silent writhing and undulation of the figure ; strapped in the chair, the aristocratic high cheekbones smoothed over ; but still apparent under the precisely-fitted hood, as the relentless ; procession of submissive images impressed themselves on the girl's ; mind. And his trained eye could spot the pressing of her stiffening ; nipples against the contoured fabric of her skin-tight bodysuit. The ; programming was going well. Max expected the training to go even ; better.
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; ; A full day and night had passed since Christina began her ; conditioning. When the computer had completed its full cycle, Max read ; the charts and approved the next step of her preparation. The ; assistants unstraped the limp form from the behavior modification ; chair, and wheeled her to the clinic bath.. The scent of deep musk and ; her damp inner thighs confirmed her sexual conditioning. They washed ; Christina thoroughly, and took her to a special recovery room to ; sleep.
; ; Hours later, Christina awoke. She propped herself up her elbow, and ; groggily tried to shake off the incredible dream of being captured and ; brainwashed. When she ran her hand over her head and felt her bare ; scalp, she realized with a shock that the dream was real. She felt ; behind her ear until she located the metal insert that served as the ; connection to the computer programming. She touched the metal ; connector gingerly, and wondered if her headache was caused by the ; surgery or the programming that had been stuffed into her brain.
; ; But wait! She was still thinking! She wasn't a zombie! Perhaps the ; conditioning had not worked in her case! The thing to do now was to ; get out of this place, or at least send word back to Chief Lydia Dunn ; back at the Commission of Sex Crimes that she was held ; captive. Christina knew that Lydia Dunn would love nothing better than ; to be the one to rescue her after all that boasting Christina had done ; in the Chief's office. Well, she would just have to swallow her ; pride. Christina had the satellite uplink code memorized that could ; put her in instant communication with headquarters. All she needed was ; some kind of uplink transmitter. Restless for action, Christina sat up ; in bed. And that is when she saw what had been thoughtfully displayed ; next to her bed.
; ; On a rack hung the most amazing outfit she had ever seen. Leather ; panties with zippered access panels, a black patent-leather corset, ; studded collar with leash, black leather gloves, and thigh-high laced ; boots with six-inch heels. She walked over and ran her fingers over ; the smooth coolness of the material. Although she never had a taste ; for fetish outfits before, Christina found this garments very sexy and ; stimulating. Her heart began to pound, and she compulsively began to ; dress. The corset had uplifted underneath supports that displayed her ; breasts in a wanton style, and the high heels made her back arch in a ; most sensuous manner. She couldn't believe she found this outfit so ; utterly compelling.
; ; She was just cinching the corset tight when she heard the door ; unlock. In walked Max. "Well, he said, "I see you've chosen your own ; outfit." He was wearing a satin embroidered bath robe with an XTC ; logo.
; ; Christina glared at him. "Your little brainwash device didn't work, ; Max." But something was wrong. The mere sight of this man she hated at ; sent a delicious ripple of desire through her.
; ; Max said. "Oh, really?" He leaned against the door frame and studied ; her with a proprietary interest that Christina found both unnerving ; and strangely exhilarating. And the tremors in her body began to ; center on her pussy. Nevertheless, she tensed her muscles for ; confrontation.
; ; "You try to even touch me," she warned, "and I'll rip your heart out!"
; ; Max said nothing. A wave of heat seemed to spread through Christina's ; whole body, and she found herself breathing deeply, actually panting, ; with a pent-up sexual hunger. The more she looked, the more she wanted ; him. What was going on?
; ; "All right," she said, her voice weakened by uncertainty. "If you want ; to ravish me, you better get on with it."
; ; Max smiled.
; ; Her hand involuntarily slid down to her moistening pussy. But stopped ; short! Try as she might, she could not touch herself. She looked up in ; consternation.
; ; Max said helpfully, "The ability to pleasure yourself has been ; conditioned as forbidden in you. The only sexual release you get is up ; to me."
; ; Christina ran a hands over her tightly-constricted waist, and ; helplessly felt her nipples grow erect and sensitive on her jutting ; breasts. She dared not move, for concern that the slightest brushing ; of her pussy lips would send her into sexual spasm she had no hope of ; controlling. The leash dangled from the front of her collar to sway ; provocatively between her breasts.
; ; "As a matter of fact," Max went on casually, "your need to wear that ; outfit--you look smashing in it, by the way--and your arousal have ; been programmed into your mind. You know what you have to do, don't ; you?"
; ; Christina's mind raced. She had to get release from the passions ; building in her! Her secret hope that Max would take her were ; dashed--he knew how desperate she was! Then it dawned on her: if he ; would order her to, she would surrender to him. She took a few ; tottering steps toward him, still uncertain what to do. If he wouldn't ; fuck her, maybe he would let her fuck him!
; ; As if sensing her changed behavior, Max said simply, "Kneel." She ; immediately dropped to her knees, and nuzzled his thighs. 100,000 ; conditioning repetitions took over as her trembling hands untied the ; sash to his robe. She kissed his ankles and up his legs, and thought ; it only natural that she hand him the other end of the leash to her ; collar. In no time at all, her lips were gliding up and down his cock, ; her tongue sensuously lapping up and down the length of his shaft. His ; murmured commands were greeted with instant compliance, as Christina's ; swirling mind focused only on giving him pleasure.
; ; For his part, Max watched the girl follow her programmed obedience to ; his desire. Her technique needed improvement. And there were physical ; alterations to make her even more marketable than she was now. But ; feeling her warm breath and wet lips pleasure him, he hoped the ; training wouldn't be over too soon. He uttered another command, and ; Christina found herself dropping to all fours, then down to her elbows ; with her ass held invitingly high. Max positioned himself behind her, ; and without pause thrust his well-practiced cock deep inside her, ; mounting her like one would a high-bred filly just broken ; in. Christina gasped as he rammed the his cock in and out of her ; soaking pussy, her mind allowed to think only how desperately she ; needed to be subjugated this way. His rhythm built up into a kind of ; heated frenzy. Christina arched her back and pressed herself against ; him to meet each thrust. His cock finally spasmed deep in her ; belly. Christina shuddered as he filled her, then withdrew ; himself. Christina cleaned him with her tongue, as she had done ; countless times in virtual reinforcement. Even her "Thank you, Sir," ; was spoken before she realized it has she who had said it.
; ; Max said before he left. "That was a good start, but you have a lot of ; work to do."
; ; The next few days introduced Christina to the demanding regimen ; designed to transform her into a docile sex slave, programmed for her ; owner's pleasure. Max directed the trainers to start her off with ; simple commands, like Stand! and Sit! and Suck! At first there were ; moments of resistance, even a hint of defiance. But her brain was so ; thoroughly programmed, it stopped those thoughts before they even had ; a chance to form, before the neurotransmitter reacted with another ; jolt of exceeding unpleasantness. At some commands, she would ; hesitate, as if on the verge of protesting. Then there would be a ; certain blinking of her eyes, like shutters being drawn, as her ; captive mind raced to suppress the prohibited thoughts. Then the ; conditioned response of obedience. It was as if the word "no" had been ; plucked from her vocabulary. Gradually, her moments of knee-jerk ; defiance were replaced with a doe-eyed passivity
; ; The physical training alone would have been demanding enough. Hours ; upon hours were spent on treadmills, stairmasters, special ; muscle-development equipment. Christina had prided herself on staying ; in shape before, but those weekly sessions at the community gym were ; nothing compared to the relentless drill undertaken under the stern ; eye of the exercise masters and mistresses. These sessions left her ; panting and dripping with sweat on the various workout machines, her ; growing hair matted on her forehead her body trimmed down to ; well-toned muscle. The macrobiotic diet filled out her curves nicely.
; ; Beyond straight aerobics and weight-training, Christina was introduced ; to a different class of exercise equipment, this variety designed to ; increase her sex-play potential. She was instructed to sit upon ; dildo-like tubes that could expand or contract with her internal pussy ; contractions. Although the sensation was new to her, she quickly ; caught the knack of squeezing the dildo. When that basic skill was ; mastered, she was tutored in the art of stroking it with her pussy ; muscles. It was quite a sight to see her working her alternatively ; clenching and releasing the training cock, biting her lower lip in ; concentration. When her trainer at this station finally announced that ; her vagina was becoming "precision-engineered", Christina felt a ; thrill of perverse pleasure, having forgotten where she first heard ; the phrase. She began to absorb her lessons with enthusiasm.
; ; And every day she underwent further reinforcement at the behavior ; modification chair. Christina actually looked forward to these ; sessions, sometimes tilting her head to give the operators an easier ; access to jack-in the connection. This was not surprising to Max, ; since one of the first impulses they implanted in her mind was the ; desire itself to be programmed. Christina still had her intellect, and ; on one level still dreamed of escape, but these independent thoughts ; were gradually replaced by the relentless programming of the ; neuro-transmitter. Automatic obedience had become hard-wired in her ; brain.
; ; Max did not want to proceed with her physical enhancements until her ; mind was sufficiently controlled. He knew that day had come when he ; saw her leaving her daily massage. These preliminary rubdowns were ; designed to work into her body the specially designed bonding polymer ; oils that gave her skin a smooth texture and glossy finish, gradually ; replacing her skin cells with a synthetic coating that removed all ; blemishes and carried a permanent scent of fragrance.
; ; "What's wrong, Christina?" Max asked.
; ; "I was thinking . . .I have to call someone. . .someone ; important. . .Lydia something. . ." A look of helpless confusion ; spread across her pretty features.
; ; "You don't need to call anyone, Christine," said Max. "You're quite ; happy here, aren't you?"
; ; "Oh, yes, Sir," she said. She smiled gratefully at him and hurried off ; to her next workout.
; ; That afternoon Max began composing an introduction to the circular he ; periodically sent to potential buyers who had already expressed an ; interest in new subjects. He preferred to write his reports long-hand, ; his pen scratching over the hard surface of his glass table-top.
; ; As you see from the enclosed report, he wrote, Christina H. has ; excellent potential. I'm pleased to report that her mental ; conditioning has advanced to the point where she obviously finds the ; act of thinking on her own to be increasingly difficult. Already her ; cognitive functions are being ratcheted down level by level. The goal, ; of course, is not to create a zombie, but to channel her mind ; exclusively into automatic compliance for her future owner. Now that ; she is at the stage where the slightest thought of resistance is ; throttled down before it even has a chance to form, she is ready for ; physical alteration. Please study the photo images contained in the ; appendix to this report, and feel free to voice your suggestions.
; ; Max smiled, knowing that the deluge of suggestions he could expect ; from his exclusive circle of clients. When it came to female beauty, ; everybody thinks they're an expert, he thought. Of course, he had his ; own thoughts on the subject, but it was better to let his customers ; think of themselves as the master designers. Max felt a stirring ; between his knees, and looked down through the clear glass tabletop at ; his personal concept of beauty: his own private Ultimate Love ; Doll. Her name had once been Yvette, a model at a Milan fashion ; designer, and she had caught his eye the moment the Company ; procurers. In some ways she had been like this Christina Hilshire, the ; subject of the circular now before him on his desk. Max recalled how ; hard Yvette had struggled, just like Christina. But it took only a few ; weeks of behavior modification to convert her to full compliance, and ; a few weeks after that under the skilled hands of the Company's ; body-sculptors to remake her appearance as the answer to Max's ; desires.
; ; Like all dolls in the Ultimate class, Yvette-Doll's body was encased ; in a synthetic second skin. This innovation made possible the perfect ; body shapes that were the hallmark of these most advanced ; love-dolls. Careful measurements of each subject allowed the computer ; design of the ideal body shape, with emphasis on sexual attributes. A ; special latex fabric of organic polymers would then be tailor-fit to ; that subject. This fabric had extraordinary tensile strength, and ; would gradually compress the subject's body into the desired ; shape. Over time, with rigorous exercise, the subject's own natural ; heat would warm her body enough to flow into the shape dictated by the ; suit. When that perfect customized figure was achieved, the organic ; polymers of the bodysuit formed a molecular bonding with the subject's ; own skin surface, so that each Ultimate Love-Doll was forever encased ; in a hermetically sealed second skin that ensured her shape would ; always be pleasing to her owner.
; ; A Love-Doll in a bonded bodysuit looked like a living sculpture of ; perfected beauty. The surface would be smooth to the touch, as it was ; skin-tight and stretched to the limit. Usually the suit included ; six-inch heels that became a permanent part of the doll's physique, as ; well as a collar ring in the front. Naturally the bodysuit had access ; panels for all possible penetrations. An owner could also use his ; remote control to change the color: shimmering metallic, glossy black, ; or transparent. As for the Doll herself, the sensation of being ; compacted into a perfectly-formed sex toy was further amplified by her ; own sexual heat trapped inside that hermetical seal. Any caress of ; that ultra-thin second skin would leave her with ripples of unquenched ; desire.
; ; Max had selected "transparent" for his Love-Doll's color. Her ; flesh-tones displayed their unblemished perfection, and the body-wrap ; had bonded to that skin long ago. Max thoroughly enjoyed stroking her ; exquisitely-sculpted breasts, the touch smooth and warm on his ; fingertips. Now he had her kneeling between his thighs, her slender ; fingers slowly stroking his rigid cock as he had programmed her ; earlier. Max was partial to blondes ("I've spent too much time around ; Americans," he would joke apologetically to his Continental ; colleagues), and absently ran his non-writing hand through her thick ; mane yellow-gold tresses. Max found her expert touch to stimulate his ; writing such reports. Occasionally she would lean forward, and let her ; lips trail up and down the length of his shaft, her almond eyes ; looking up through the glass for approval to take his whole cock in ; her hungry mouth. Max had permanently installed silicon pads in her ; mouth, leaving only a narrow channel with her tongue on the bottom--in ; effect converting her mouth into an alternate vagina of velvety ; softness. He loved the feeling when he forced his cock through that ; wet tight tunnel, his Doll's tongue working furiously to bring him the ; maximum pleasure.
; ; Max still marveled at the prospect of transforming a beautiful woman ; into a customized sex slave. He indulged himself frequently, with his ; compliant Love Doll programmed to satiate every lust. But tonight he ; held off fully satisfying himself. After he finished his report, Max ; promised himself, then he would have time for a little play. I really ; have to stop working so hard, he thought, as his hand slipped under ; the table and guided Yvette-Doll's mouth back over the head of his ; cock. He reached over the remote control device that gave him direct ; input into Yvette-Doll's neurotransmitter, and dialed in a slightly ; faster speed. He sighed with pleasure at the quickened tempo of the ; doll's lips over his stiffening cock. The report was finished very, ; very quickly.
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; ; While Max filtered the requests of potential buyers in the days that ; followed, Christina's sexual drive was stoked to an astonishing ; level. The neurotransmitter in her brain kept sex hormones flooding ; her system, and the incessant programming shaped her desire from ; wanting sex. . .to needing sex. . .to craving sex. Each love-doll in ; training--and there were about twenty undergoing treatment in the ; Company facilities at that time--were kept in a state of sexual heat ; that supercharged the behavior modification.
; ; Max huddled with this clinical specialists. With Christina passively ; posturing before them, they discussed the various modifications that ; would make her eminently desirable. Any lingering celluloid had long ; since exercised away and her muscles were nicely toned. He had his ; team go over her full body in fine detail, sometimes with tape ; measures, comparing the results to the usual customer requests. Then ; the debate started. Although a majority of his staff wanted to carry ; her beauty to its full sensuous potential, a minority, including Max, ; argued for retaining some of her original aristocratic bearing--what ; they called the "Ice-Princess" look. individuality. Eventually, the ; known market demand and the weight of the buyer's comment made the ; difference, and Max reluctantly slated her for what the clinicians ; called the Full Slut Makeover. Before the treatment was over, Max had ; to spend a few days out of the office on one of his frequent trips--so ; many of the buyers only felt comfortable dealing with him personally, ; and this buyer--a lady--was quite particular regarding her ; preferences.
; ; When he came back, he ignored the stack of messages on his ; glass-topped desk and sought out the head of the clinic. "How did ; Christina's treatment go?" he asked.
; ; "Oh, welcome back, Max," said the man. "Excellent results. She's even ; been advanced to Grade C workout. She's probably in session even now." ; Max thanked him and walked through the corridors to the exercise ; room. He normally took a shower after returning from long flights, but ; it was worth the wait to see how well the "Full Slut" look suited ; Christina.
; ; He spotted her right off. Christina was already encased in one of the ; clinic's figure-molding bodysuit. The material look sprayed on, it was ; so thin, but Max knew it was incredibly strong and elastic, and was ; already at work compressing the Christina's body into her most ; sexually-appealing shape. Black was her color for the afternoon ; workout. On her, the bodysuit looked smooth and shiny, like liquid ; obsidian. .Even from a distance, Max found the form of her legs, ; thighs and buttocks, perfectly sculpted under the skin-tight bodysuit ; to be very erotic. He nodded at one of the trainers, who led the woman ; off the machine to stand in front of Max.
; ; Max could not suppress his bedazzlement. The clinicians had outdone ; themselves. The black bodysuit started in a high collar with a single ; metal ring and covered every inch of her body below that. Her front ; form was just as ideal as the backside. He studied the subtle ; alterations to her face. They had done something with her cheekbones ; and chin, turning her pretty face into a beautiful one. Her hair had ; grown back considerably, and now brushed her shoulders, mostly ; straight but with a stylish curl at the end. Christina's waist was ; cinched by the unforgiving bodysuit into a strict hourglass shape, ; with hips nicely curving into her rounded ass. And her breasts!
; ; Max marveled at the exquisitely shaped orbs that ballooned out against ; the shiny black material. The "Full Slut" look naturally called for ; enlarged breasts. The ever-erect nipples pressed provocatively against ; the thin material of the second skin. Max could tell by the way ; Christina's breasts bounced when she dismounted the stairmaster that ; they were soft and resilient, almost begging to be squeezed. Even now ; as Christina breathed deeply from her workout, her breasts rose and ; fell with each breath in a seductive rhythm all their own.
; ; "Turn around, Christina," he said curtly.
; ; "Yes, Master," she said with downcast eyes. The form of address had ; been programmed long ago. Christina now thought of him not as "Max" or ; even "my master", but simply as "Master." Max knew when she was ; finally sold, her devotion would be changed to her new owner. But it ; still pleased him to hear her say it. Her voice sounded thick through ; lips enlarged with collagen injections--what the irrepressible staff ; in the clinic called CSL, for "Cock-Sucking Lips." With the same ; silicon mouth implants that allowed Yvette to provide world-class ; blow-jobs, Max knew that Christina's speech would be affected. Not ; that it bothered him, as the Ultimate Love Dolls had no need of ; speech.
; ; Christina obediently pivoted slowly, the light playing off the smooth ; back finish of her bodysuit. Max noted approvingly that her heels were ; permanently mounted on six-inch stilettos.. These made her calves ; tighten and her back arch so that her uplifted ass offered what seemed ; to be a permanent invitation..
; ; Max knew that she had been conditioned by the behavior modifier to ; automatically activate into arousal in his presence, a feature that ; would be switched over to her eventual buyer. She was slightly ; panting, now more in sexual heat than exercise. She subtly shifted her ; body so that her new breasts thrust forward, and her hands slid ; sensuously over the clinging bodysuit. Max could imagine how her heat ; and wetness was pent up inside that sealed suit, like a volcano ready ; to explode into sexual frenzy.
; ; As for Christina, she had long ago accepted the notion of her body ; being a sex-toy for use at her owner's whim. Even now she felt the ; usual craving for Master's cock, which she would only be allowed to ; satisfy upon his command.
; ; "We have a showing scheduled for a few weeks away, when you will ; displayed to some buyers. We want you to look your best."
; ; "Yes, Master. Will you be using me tonight?" she asked. The scent of ; her arousal betrayed her desperation.
; ; "Mmm, perhaps."
; ; "I'll be very good, Master." His answer triggered the seduction ; routine in her programming, and she wet her lips with her tongue and ; slowly stroked her voluptuous breasts to further excite her Master. If ; Max had any doubts that the Full Slut look suited Christina, they ; vanished with that wanton display of lust. Max smiled, finding it hard ; to believe that it had only taken a few months of intensive ; conditioning to transform Christina from a haughty little prima donna ; into the compliant sex-hungry, her eyes bright with the hope that he ; might give her a good, hard fucking.
; ; And he decided to do just that. He remembered that he intended to take ; a shower anyhow. Max pulled a small-link chain off the rack on the ; wall, and snapped one end to the ring in her collar. He guided her ; into the shower room adjacent to the exercise hall and had her ; unclothe him. Her bodysuit stayed on, and Max enjoyed the sight of the ; water droplets cascading off the suit's smooth, curved surface..
; ; Christina had been schooled in shower protocol by countless sessions ; with the behavior modifier. She turned on the water and worked some ; soap in her hands into a thick lather. She applied the suds to Max's ; body, working her delicate fingers over his muscles. Soon warm billows ; of steam wafted up from the floor of the shower, adding to the ; passions of them both. Christina's hands slid over his shoulders, his ; back, and trailed by tantalizing degrees to his cock--which, by this ; time, was as hard as iron. Her fingers delicately caressed his cock as ; if her whole purpose was to made it as rigid and throbbing as ; possible. The soapy smoothness of her ministrations soon had Max ; breathing deeply, his cock almost purple in its engorgement. Christina ; sank to her knees. She formed an "O" with the thumb and forefinger and ; squeezed it back and forth over his cock, like hard-pressed lips. Then ; Christina demonstrated how the clinicians had combined her new ; physical attributes with specialized training.
; ; She cupped her breasts in her palms, and pressed them over his ; cock. Max could not help shuddering as those two soft orbs, with a ; fullness like melons at the peak of ripeness, enfolded his throbbing ; cock. The material of the bodysuit was so thin that the sensation felt ; just like he was pressed against the creamy smoothness of real ; skin. He even felt the hardness of her erect nipples through the ; fabric as they brushed against his sensitized skin. She expertly ; squeezed the yielding flesh around his cock, and then massaged it with ; her breasts. Max leaned slightly forward, pressing his hands on her ; shoulders, and fucked into this new love channel. His breath was ; coming in gasps now, and even Christina uttered soft mews of ; unrestrained arousal. Still working her breasts slavishly over his ; upright cock, Christina lowered her mouth to lick the head of his cock ; at every emergence from the soap-smooth crevasse of her breasts.
; ; Max exerted all his self-control not to release himself until he had ; sampled his future love-doll's pussy. He pulled her up and quickly ; undid the fastener for the slit between her legs. Immediately her ; pussy lips pouted out, moist and swollen with the girl's ; desire. Between her exertions and the lubricating effect of her ; pent-up passion, Max deduced the second skin bodysuit was a sweatbox, ; making her pussy a furnace of frantic lust.
; ; With her pussy now accessible, Christina slithered against Max's taut ; body. She raised herself up, and slid down his torso so that his cock ; glided directly between her pussy lips. Lubricated by the soap and by ; the girl's own love-oil, he found himself thrust deep inside, all the ; way from the base of his cock. It was then that Max experienced for ; himself the craftsmanship of the clinic staff.
; ; Each muscle in Christina's pussy had been tightened from the ; relentless workouts on the artificial phallic device. That exercise ; was aided by the weaving into her vagina walls some of the same ; organic polymers that made the second-skin bodysuit. This coil of ; synthetic tissue kept the same tensile strength, and had the effect of ; amplifying the contractions of her pussy. The slightest penetration of ; a cock triggered a series of spasms to the point where Christina's ; pussy had the strength and suction of pneumatic pump. On top of that, ; her conditioning in the behavior modifier had drilled into her mind ; the exactly sequence of tensions and release for a user's maximum ; pleasure, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. In short, Christina's ; pussy had been converted into a bio-mechanical fucking machine. Max ; just leaned against the tile wall and allowed her to fuck him, driving ; herself up and down his cock while her soft breasts slid over his ; chest. The scent of her sex mingled with the steamy aroma of the ; bodywash soap. With her arms wrapped around his neck, Christina ; whimpered and moaned softly in sexual frenzy. At last, Max exploded ; into orgasm. He felt her pussy muscles ripple back and forth on his ; cock, milking the last of his cum.
; ; As he let her dry him off later, Max actually considered a trade-in: ; Yvette for Christina, as his own personal love-doll. But then he knew ; that she was already earmarked for the up-coming auction, so he let ; the thought rest as a happy daydream.
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; ; Max sipped his espresso and went to work on the pre-auction ; circular. Several more weeks had passed--weeks filled with intensive ; conditioning for Christina, as well as the final modifications that he ; wanted to highlight to potential buyers.
; ; With an Ultimate Love Doll, he wrote in long-hand, you get the ; sensuality of a geisha, a harem pleasure-slave, and an 18th century ; courtesan. In our first lot on the block, we will be offering ; Christina H., whose programming includes the standard selection of ; service routines. These routines have been conditioned into her mind ; through her neurotransmitter and can be coded by the remote control ; device (included in purchase price). With a flick of your finger, you ; can trigger your favorite activity or fantasy. Over twenty selections ; can be customized for your personal use. Max considered listing ; suggestions, but decided to leave that to the buyers' own active ; imaginations. He continued writing: Your Ultimate Love Doll has been ; modified to accept nutritional pellets inserted directly into the ; digestive tract from a concealed compartment above the hip (see ; diagram). Each of these pellets contain sufficient nutrients to power ; your Doll for one day. They are fully absorbed into the Doll's system ; and therefore produce no waste products. Eliminating the need for your ; Doll's eating also reserves the mouth solely for your sensual ; pleasure. A six months supply of pellets come free with your Ultimate ; Love Doll.
; ; Max then went on about bidding procedures and payment plans. He did ; not dwell at length on Christina's sexual potential; he would let the ; live demonstration take care of that.
; ; Max was nervous, as he usually was before a showing. He personally ; supervised her warm-up and dressing, and went over her programming ; routines with a thoroughness that drove everyone else crazy. But he ; knew he had a prize in Christina, and wanted to leave nothing to ; chance.
; ; At last they were ready. Max spent a few minute socializing in several ; different languages with the buyers who had flown in just for this ; occasion. Only a few of the buyers needed background and orientation, ; since most of them already had more than one Ultimate Love-Doll. They ; gathered in the auction room, mostly men, but some women, and took ; their seats in front of the circular stage. Max himself spoke into the ; microphone, his European accent giving the event a definite ; cosmopolitan air.
; ; "Welcome again, ladies and gentlemen," he said. "We have several dolls ; to offer you tonight, and we will start with open bidding on our ; latest. Christina, come out, please."
; ; Christina walked out on stage. The body-molding suit had contoured her ; body to perfect dimensions; Max had selected metallic silver as the ; color of her second-skin bodysuit. She had been programmed ; specifically for full display tonight, and like a proud filly, she ; strutted and posed. Max kept up a steady monologue, pointing our her ; features, giving operating instructions. "She's been programmed with ; advanced sexual technique, ladies and gentlemen, and like all our ; Ultimate Love-Dolls, may be returned for reinforced or upgraded ; programming. In addition to the basic sex protocols, Christina has ; been conditioned to many fantasy scenarios, including Ponygirl, French ; Maid, Exotic Dancer, or even First Night Honeymoon!" The last brought ; a titter of laughter from the jaded audience. "You have all seen our ; latest model remote controls," Max went on. "Just make your selection ; and let her please you. For example--" He flicked the remote in his ; hand that triggered the pre-programmed behavior modes in Christina's ; neurotransmitter. "On her back--" Christina gracefully slid to the ; floor, and spread her legs invitingly. "Hands and knees--" Christina ; responded to the click by rising to the doggy position, her back ; nicely arched and her head held high. "And oral--" Christina made her ; way fluidly on her hands and knees to a pre-set phallus on the stage ; floor, and demonstrated her sensuous lapping of that artificial ; cock. Max, with a keen eye on his customers, knew that every man in ; the audience was imagining those soft, full lips servicing him. He ; noticed the flared nostrils and hungry gaze of the one of the female ; buyers from Singapore, and realized that particular image was not ; limited by gender.
; ; Max sensed the time was right to open the bidding. As he planned, he ; flicked the remote to "masturbate", and watched Christina obediently ; kneel in front of the audience and play with her perfected body. Her ; hands roamed over her breasts, pressing them together, pinching her ; own extended nipples. She then trailed her touch past her taut ; stomach, over her bush (option to buyer: shaved, trimmed, or natural), ; and her fingertips tantalizingly rotated around her exposed clit. Max ; marveled that this lascivious display was totally under his control, ; by the press of a button on his remote.
; ; Christina's body began to rock in passion. Her eyelids fluttered, and ; she tilted her head back as her fingers dug deeper and deeper into her ; pussy. Her metallic second skin seemed to shimmer sparks from the ; reflection of the multi-colored stage lights focused on her writhing ; form. The electronic bidding as flashed across the screen above the ; stage, the numbers leaping higher and higher in tempo to the ; Love-Doll's spiraling passion. The phone-in bids tumbled after each ; other, pressing the auction price higher still. Max found his thumb ; jamming down on the arousal-amplifier as Christina bucked and writhed ; to her programmed sexual frenzy. The sensuous curves on her metallic ; skin flowed and twisted with her lascivious self-pleasuring. At last, ; when the bids topped off at an astronomical level, Max allowed the ; Love-Doll to climax. With a long-shuddering moan, Christina collapsed ; on the floor.
; ; The whole audience seemed to blink and shake themselves out of the ; spell of watching the performance. The congratulations Max later ; received on such a fine product gave him almost as much pleasure as ; the final top price from one of the telephone bidders. Almost.
; ; The buying went on through the evening, with Max putting some of the ; dolls on the block and reserving others for private ; placement. Eventually the night came to an end, with cigars and brandy ; for all. "Say, old boy," said an English earl who had a stable of ; Love-Dolls on his estate near York, "you do a positively smashing job ; here. This certainly beats hands down the old game of picking up ; chorus girls on the West End, if you see my meaning!" Max helped him ; with his coat. "Only one thing--how the deuce do you stay ahead of the ; coppers, eh?"
; ; "Well, sir, we take precautions, of course," said Max. "A large part ; of our budget goes to political types, to have them look the other ; way. Not to mention," he said with a wink, as one sportsman to ; another, "a positively smashing large part of our inventory of ; Love-Dolls."
; ; "By God, sir, I like your style!" said the earl with a laugh.
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; ; The bidders had all gone home. The winning owner of Christina, a ; telephone buyer, had already submitted the "fine-tuning" adjustments ; regarding hair-color, forms of address and the hundred of other ; detailed preparations that gave the XTC Doll Company such a reputation ; for service among its elite clientele. The customer was en route to ; pick up new toy. Christina knelt at Max's feet in the standard ; passive-ready position as they waited in the anteroom. Her color ; tonight was transparent; the bodysuit that seamlessly shaped her body ; had long since melded with her skin. Max admired how Christina's pussy ; lips protruded moistly from the her slit, looking like thick tender ; petals from some sensual flower--the result of months of steady ; stimulation. They seemed to match the pouting fullness of the lips ; around her mouth. With both sets of lips so wantonly displayed, Max ; envied the dilemma of the new owner of which to fuck first.
; ; And yet Max felt a certain wistful sadness at seeing Christina go. But ; there would be others, he knew. And studying the porcelain perfection ; of the face and the voluptuous figure of his latest creation, Max ; couldn't help feeling a certain pride in his work. But there was one ; last step left to complete his latest Ultimate Love-Doll. He reached ; inside the binder waiting for the customer entitled "Christina-Doll - ; A User's Manual" and withdrew the remote control to her ; neuro-transmitter. He punched in a sequence of codes and handed the ; remote to the kneeling girl.
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; ; "Christina," he said, "We're going to turn you over to your new ; owner. But before we do, there is one last command. If you press the ; button on that remote, the final traces of your old personality will ; be nullified. That way you can serve your new owner without any ; interference from your past." He paused. "Would you like to press that ; button now, Christina?"
; ; She looked up at him, hesitating. Then she smiled and press the button ; firmly. A shudder went through her voluptuous body. Her eyes ; closed. When she opened them again, her eyes had the opaque look of ; all Ultimate Love-Dolls, like pools of still water. Max knew she had ; crossed the threshold into being a bio-mechanical sex machine. His ; reverie was interrupted by the knock on the door of the anteroom where ; they were waiting.
; ; In walked the new owner. Max caught the scent of a perfume that the ; old Christina would have instantly recognized as the same that ; lingered in the office of Chief of the Commission on Sex Crimes. In ; fact, Lydia Dunn wore the same austere conservative business suit from ; that agency. But now carried a hand-tooled riding crop.
; ; "Good evening, Miss Dunn," said Max, as he rose to greet her. He ; kissed her extended fingers with a courtly gesture.
; ; "Good evening, Max." She regarded the kneeling Christina, her ; erst-while arch-rival at the Commission. "I see you have my Ultimate ; Love-Doll ready."
; ; "Yes, Miss Dunn, I would say in this case no introductions are ; necessary."
; ; "Indeed. But I'm sure I'll like this improved version better than the ; original."
; ; "We've added some new sub-routines to your Doll." He handed her the ; User's Manual.
; ; Lydia Dunn opened to the indicated page. "Ah, the Correction and ; Discipline' selection," she read aloud. " Your customized Ultimate ; Love Doll has been programmed to perform certain inconsequential tasks ; improperly. This gives you, the Owner, the opportunity to inflict ; whatever level of punishment you desire. You may choose your Doll's ; response to punishment to include:
; ; 1. begging for more; ; 2. tearful contrition for her bad behavior; ; 3. a Level Four orgasm ; 4. all of the above.'"
; ; Lydia Dunn closed the manual with a wicked smile and said: "Oh, I ; rather like that." Her eyes glittered as they roamed over the inviting ; sight of the kneeling Christina-Doll.
; ; Max said, "I thought it might appeal to you. We also supercharged her ; libido, as you requested. By the way, we think another one of your ; agents might have stumbled across our operation in Toronto. You might ; be receiving a field report soon. May we count on you to make sure ; this doesn't cause us any inconvenience?"
; ; "Of course, Max. Who knows--it might lead to another new recruit for ; you here."
; ; Max smiled politely. "We'll send you the particulars," he said. "In ; the meantime, we can have your Doll delivered by separate transport, ; if you like, Miss Dunn."
; ; "Oh, that's all right, Max. Just wrap it to go; I'll take it with me ; tonight."
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; ; The staff at the Commission were astonished to learn that the ; firebrand Deputy Commissioner Christina Hilshire had decided to step ; down from that position. Some who had caught fleeting glimpses of her ; entering the Chief's office through the private door could not help ; but notice the physical changes, the deliberately sexy look combined ; with enormously enhanced breasts no office suite could hide. The ; office gossip was that Christina had volunteered for a long-duration ; undercover assignment. That would explain her taking the job as the ; Chief's personal aide, so that Christina could clear her desk of ; routine administration and concentrate on her new role. The fact that ; Christina had apparently taken residence with Lydia Dunn at her house ; in the country was probably due to the intensive briefings between the ; two.
; ; Lydia Dunn took her last call at the office for the day. Lydia Dunn ; pushed her executive chair away from her desk, and toyed with the ; remote, eyeing her Christina-Doll kneeling next to the potted ; plant. First she pressed "Arouse." Then she scrolled down to "Crawl" ; and pressed that lazily.
; ; Christina's downcast eyes flickered with the sudden spasm of sexual ; heat triggered in her body by the neurotransmitter. Then she slowly ; dropped to all fours, worked her way with a feline gracefulness over ; to Lydia Dunn. Lydia Dunn allowed her Doll to nuzzle and kiss her ; legs. So obedient. So submissive. So utterly under control.
; ; Lydia Dunn withdrew the riding crop from her drawer, and ; ever-so-lightly brushed it over the pubis mons of her love-doll. "So ; you wanted to work at this desk, didn't you, my little pet?" she said ; with a wicked laugh. "Now you can, under my terms." She examined the ; flat end of the crop, now glistening with moisture from the doll's ; quivering pussy. "My, my," she said, "aren't we feeling randy tonight? ; I always figured you were a little slut. Now, you're my little slut, ; aren't you? I may loan you out from time to time, dear, since there ; are plenty of men who will gladly look the other way in case the ; Company attracts their attention, if given the right ; inducement. You're the inducement, of course. Do you expect me to ; forget how your little ambitious investigation almost spoiled ; everything? Not to mention your naughty little schemes to take over my ; job. How impertinent! You have a lot of making up to do, so you better ; get to it."
; ; The Christina Doll looked straight ahead with those docile opaque ; eyes. Then for one second, the tiniest moment, Lydia Dunn saw a faint ; flicker of awareness behind those eyes, and she knew that the original ; Christina was still inside that beautiful Doll body, and that ; underneath all those layers of conditioning and programming, the ; original Christina realized she was trapped in a lifetime of sexual ; service to her hated rival. The thought gave the Chief Commissioner a ; surge of pleasure. She raised her conservative dress and hooked one ; leg over the armrest of her chair. Her fingers selected "Oral" on the ; remote, and watched the Christina-Doll respond. The flicker of ; consciousness in the Doll vanished, its head lowered to the programmed ; task. Lydia Dunn leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes and felt ; the first touch of the warm breath and searching tongue of her private ; Ultimate Love Doll. ; ;