Kinktober #29!
Added 2024-12-27 08:22:01 +0000 UTCHuaid Industries was a low quality cybernetics company. Their first sex doll released got terrible ratings. Despite being able to produce functional cybernetics, and the feel of human skin perfectly, accurately reproducing the touch and feel of intercourse was exceedingly expensive and difficult. As a result, their first doll felt very rubbery and fake. The motors to heat the body were difficult to calibrate, often leading to a colder product, and the constant maintenance of refilling the lube of the doll was annoying for their customers. That's what made the Human Doll 2.0 so surprising on release! it was easily the best doll on the market!
Turns out, a few portals were astronomically easier and cheaper than reproducing the complexities of a woman's torso. And finding girls that no one would miss? Free!
Comments
Oh very interesting to have the recruiter get caught in her own trap! Always awesome to see how people imagine the universes!
ReleaseIsAPrivilege
2024-12-28 19:21:24 +0000 UTCRebecca had worked in research and development, designing a top of the line sex doll. Years of her life poured into the “Human Doll”, the single most lifelike doll on the market. However, fate was cruel, the doll flopped due to a minor error, the temperature control in the pussy. You’d think it’d be inconsequential but due to the uncanny valley, the closer something is to reality the more jarring and noticeable the small inconsistencies are. Customers complained in droves claiming that that “it was like fucking a zombie”, just lifelike enough to seem like it was once alive but not enough to feel like it was. With the product not selling well there were mass layoffs in the company, entire departments were dissolved. When Rebecca was told her neck was next on the chopping block dread filled her knowing this was largely her blunder she believed she would be lucky to get an entry level position anywhere else. To her astonishment the new CEO offered her a different position. Product acquisition, confused at the title she asked what she would be doing, however they said they can only go into detail if she signs a mountain of NDAs, not seeing any other choice Rebecca signed. It was then she learned the truth of HumanDoll 2.0, the product hadn’t fixed any of the heating issues. The disgraceful buffoons in the business department found the most cost effective way to “fix” the issue. The arms and legs were recycled from the original HumanDoll, portal technology from one of their other failed business ventures would be used to safely implement it. However as for the torso everything would be mounted on . . . They were planning on using REAL GIRLS! They developed a mask that would completely mind control the . . . the doll fusing it to her face using nanotechnology so there would be no signs of a mask. The same tech would be used to ensure that the doll perfectly digested what it was fed and perfectly recycled its waste. In effect it could survive on as little as one load of cum a month. Finally it inhibited all the poor thing’s orgasms, the only relief they would have in their new state was even stolen from them, all to “keep them lubricated” . . . “WHY, YOU COULD JUST HAVE THE CHIP MAKE HER WET” I screamed into my head, whoever designed this clearly just wanted the dolls to suffer for their amusement. However, that wasn’t the worst of it. Under that long list of reprehensible methods was a check, a tantalizing check, for two million usd. That plus a 4 million dollar salary. Though every fiber of my being begged and pleaded with her not to take the job she couldn’t say no. They shipped Rebecca off early the next day. Her job was to go to third world countries, and try to “hire” girls. She would screen them, make sure they were virgins, or at the very least were inexperienced, nobody wanted a used doll. Then she would bring the girls to a doctor to be tested for any and all diseases. Once they were found to be up to snuff, they were brought to a meeting room, one that was locked from the outside, the subsequently filled with sleeping gas. By the time they woke up, they were already turned into dolls, ready to follow any command. It had been 2 years since Rebecca had started her job as product acquisition. She would spend her weekends at her large mansion, only to get up early and fly on a private company jet to some hellhole. The girl’s she met seemed eager for her offerings of a better job overseas, they didn’t think twice about the doctors appointment to check for diseases, and even if they were weary she just moved onto the next one, it wasn’t like she was lacking for other victims. However, today was different, on her private company jet the gas that had knocked out her victims started to fill the plane, after a brief attempt to escape Rebecca quickly passed out, waking up on a metal table. Looking up she saw a mask held above her face with a long dildo running out from the mask down her throat. Her boss Angela standing over her with a vile expression. With a wide smile she began taunting Rebecca “Rebecca dear, sorry to meet under such dreadful circumstances, it’s just that with the release of Human Doll 3.0 your services will no longer be required” Rebecca started to shake and scream somehow trying to communicate that it was ok she didn’t have to do this. Angela shakes her head, the mask slowly lowering onto Rebecca’s face. “Now now dear, don’t make such a fuss, we can’t have a loose end like you running around. It’s really nothing personal” as she finishes her sentence the mask finally finishes lowering to Rebecca’s face fusing with it. Rebecca feels her mind bending to it, her moans and groans stop, she’s no longer even able to try to communicate with Angela. That’s not the worst of it though, soon after her pussy burns with need, the desire for something . . . Anything . . . to touch her is mind boggling. “Alright doll #6473, time to stand up, go down the hall and join the rest of the dolls.” Angella commands. Rebecca’s new body obeys, moving on its own to a line of dolls, each of which she delivered. Rebecca felt their gazes drilling into her head despite their porcelain eyes blocking a direct line of sight. She could only imagine the hate they feel for her, the one who ruined their life. After several months the tale of Rebecca came to a close. A young man in his mid twenties bought doll #6473, naming it Amber. Amber proceeded to live the life of every doll she had ever sold, being used by an unknowing master and tormented by an unyielding program driving her mad with desire. She could never quite get used to it. Never learn to embrace her new life, always yearning for freedom. Perhaps the programming wouldn’t let her adapt to her new life, perhaps her conscience was punishing her for selling out her morals, she would never know for sure.
Sky Lord
2024-12-28 09:21:52 +0000 UTCHaving a "pay extra to have it 'modeled' on a real life girl" is a genius addition haha. Also yeah! This is another opportunity for a "fine print is important" kind of story lol
ReleaseIsAPrivilege
2024-12-28 08:38:04 +0000 UTCThe dolls, at least a portion are donations. Girls who want to become dolls I'm sure. They might not be told about the orgasm denial, or the no way to back out, or even that it'll last forever, but some girls donate their body. Oh, I bet there is also a premium to get a doll "based" on one specific girl. Or imagine this with cloning technology, yes I'd like a to quote futurama Lucy Lue doll.
Sky Lord
2024-12-28 07:30:11 +0000 UTC
