Miranda felt the effects of the recession like everybody else. She felt them in a different way though. Being a young, rich heiress, she found herself the target of salespeople. As the recession worsened, their tactics took on a form normally reserved for armies fighting in a war. Once she disconnected her phone and internet connection, planes started flying over her mansion, dropping leaflets advertising their products. She responded by having an anti aircraft gun turret installed.

Then the ground invasions started. Salespeople subdued her guard dogs and tried to break into her mansion to leave phamplets advertising their "bargains" and "greatest offers" She responded by setting up a security system that terminated any salesperson with powerful automated machine guns.

For awhile, the salespeople fell back, giving Miranda some peace. Then the mass attacks started. In a parallel to the Russian army of World War 2, hordes of salespeople, all of them carrying booklets and business cards, rushed her machine gun defenses, using their sales pitches as battle cries. Thousands died, but a few survived and managed to track her down. She ignored their cries of "LOWEST PRICE EVER!" and "NO PAYMENTS UNTIL JUNE OF NEXT YEAR!!" and eliminated them with her assault rifle.

Miranda had pretty much converted to an isolated existence. When she wasn't fighting off hordes of desperate salespeople, she spent her time fortifying her defenses. Being the only heiress to a large defense and construction company, she was able to fortify her mansion against the salespeople for mere pennies on the dollar. The salespeople tried to construct a 30 foot tall billboard in her yard. She took it out with a couple well aimed missiles. They responded by hacking into her cable system so all she saw on TV were ads for their products. She simply stopped watching TV, thwarting them yet again.

Their persistence, born out of the fear of losing their jobs, kept them going. There was no shortage of new recruits. Any job that paid $8.00 an hour with no experience necessary was quickly snapped up by the endless torrent of unemployed people.

Recently, there had been a lull in the attacks. Miranda actually considered stepping outside and breathing fresh air again. She checked her security monitors for signs of salespeople. There were none in her immediate vicinity, but a long range scan showed a a huge army of them slowly building, about a mile from her property.

Miranda bolstered her defenses as best she could. She made sure all the automated machine guns had a full compliment of ammo, and that her missile launchers were fitted with high yield warheads. As there were no planes dropping leaflets anymore, she pointed her anti aircraft turret towards the army and loaded it with incendiary rounds.

Finally, around 2 AM, she heard a deafening roar. "WE HAVE THE BEFT OFFERS AROUND!!!" The army of salespeople converged on her property and began to attack her defenses. She fired everything she had at them, and thousands of them dropped like flies. They just kept coming though. Waves and waves of them attacked her defenses, shouting their sales pitches and waving phamplets while their comrades were mowed down by machine gun fire.

Eventually though, the machine guns ran out of ammo, as did her missile launchers and anti aircraft gun. Still more of them came. They eventually broke through her defensive line, and penetrated her mansion. Miranda retreated to her subterranean bunker and closed the blast door behind her.

At first they pounded on the door and shouted their sales pitches. Then they started setting explosive charges. After several hours of blasting, the door finally gave way, and a swarm of men and women rushed in. One of them smiled victoriously as she walked over to Miranda.

"Miss Evans, we'd like to talk to you about our catalog, which features some of the greatest bargains you'll ever see!" she said.

Miranda weakly struggled against the restraints, as she was forced to watch yet another sales video. This one featured tropical vacations priced at half off. She had been taken to their main office, where for hours they forced her to watch promotions and infomercials. They were trying their best to break her, but she stubbornly fought them.

"So, Miss Evans. have you seen anything you're interested in? Remember, we can get you the best deals around!" one of the salesmen said as he stared hungrily at her.

"Fuck off and die you worthless piece of shit!! You people are the lowest form of life! Calling people at dinnertime, interrupting people's TV shows with your stupid advertisements! Flooding websites with pop up ads! Launching mass attacks and kidnapping rich people! You're worse then vermin!" Miranda said.

He leaned in close to her face. "We're just trying to make a living, Miss Evans. You should really consider some of our offers."

She spat in his face. He calmly wiped it off with a napkin, then frowned at her.

"We'll have to do this the hard way then..."

Miranda was released from the chair. She immediately bolted for the exit, but was grabbed by several salespeople. They carried her out of the room, struggling and screaming. At one point, she almost broke free, then two other salespeople helped to carry her. They took her to a small room and strapped her into what looked like a dentist's chair.

A rubber gag was forced into her mouth, and her head was encased inside a helmet. She felt an I.V. needle puncturing her skin. Before the drugs could take effect, she felt them ripping away her underwear, and something cold and smooth being pushed into her vagina. Then as the drugs began to take effect, an infomercial started playing on the small TV screens inside the helmet.

Miranda couldn't close her eyes, and earphones inside the helmet assaulted her hearing with sales pitches and offers. She tried to mentally block it out, but the drugs being fed into her system made that difficult, and every time she tried to resist, she felt a painful electric shock in her pussy.

She soon found that if she listened to the sales pitches without trying to mentally block them out, she'd feel a pleasant tingle in her pussy. The drugs had a strong grip on her mind now, and mounting a mental defense against the advertising soon took too much effort... Listening to the salespeople talking about their 5 in one products, and their real estate offers wasn't so bad now... The pleasant tingle in her pussy slowly grew stronger.

The infomercials eventually gave way to videos of credit cards being swiped through card readers. Each time a card was swiped, Miranda felt a powerful sensation in her pussy. Around the 8th swipe, she came violently. The infomercials started again, and the sensations in her pussy became constant and strong. Someone started massaging her breasts, and she soon came again.

Time became blurred for Miranda. There were periods when she rested and recovered in a holding cell, and other periods where her head would be encased in a helmet and she'd be shown infomercials while various devices sexually stimulated her. She was held down and given several injections in her buttocks every now and then. Things would get pretty hazy after a round of injections, then Miranda would find herself viewing more advertisements...

Miranda eagerly piled various products into her shopping cart. It was all useless junk that she didn't need, but damnit, she just had to have it!! Each time she added a product to the cart, she felt a pleasant little tingle in her pussy...

She approached the cash register, and the pleasure built inside her as the items were rung up. Miranda watched as the total slowly grew higher and higher. Then she took out her credit card and swiped it through the card reader. She was rewarded with a small orgasm, and an overwhelming sense of satisfaction.

She drove back to her mansion in her brand new car. The hundreds of thousands of dollars she had spent on lawn decorations and landscaping were quite evident. Inside the mansion, piles and piles of useless products, many of them unopened, were everywhere. Miranda added the products she had just purchased to one of the growing piles, then flopped down on it and started to masturbate. There was still so much to buy though. She'd need some bikini's for her upcoming vacation to Maui, as well as some high quality suntan lotion, pairs of sandals, designer luggage, and some books to read while she was on the plane.

She pushed her fingers deeper into her hungry pussy... Yes, there were so many things to buy... cars, boats, timeshares, those colorful and funny paperweights! Her mansion needed some remodeling done too... yessss... new carpeting... wallpaper... even a whole new wing built for her to keep her newly bought treasures in... She found a small vibrating massager, turned it on, and pushed the vibrating head of it into her pussy. She needed more toys! More... More!!

She cried out as she came, and her face took on a look of blankness. She laid on a pile of unopened boxes, staring blankly at the ceiling... She decided that the ceiling could use a remodeling as well.