Your vision goes white again, and the two, fully clothed technicians appear before you. The sensation of being painfully on edge does not go away.

In the mirror, a gorgeous, brunette woman stands bound, naked in tall heels and corset, her ass and mouth plugged with silicone, every part of her body pierced and toned and smooth of hair. A tiny, caged cock is throbbing and ticking between her legs to the tune of your own.

You blink in dismay, moan in confusion, but can barely move even the slightest. Jenny, the lab assistant, steps up and slips a metal collar around your neck, with a small id tag attached. She tips a beaker of fluid into a tiny hole in your gag, and you feel it sliding down into the back of your throat.

"That was a fun one," she says. "I almost thought she was going to come there for sure."

"Nobody's beaten the system yet," Emma said, a bored look on her face. "But that's good responsiveness, and it looks like she turned out 100% in all our metrics. Pack her away for now and turn on her vibes to keep her quiet. Our buyer will purchase her at full market value, and if we need to make any last minute adjustments we can strap her back in tomorrow."

Jenny nods, undoing the straps. Your muscles still feel frozen and weak. You try weakly to grab at her arm, and she slaps your arms away and folds them neatly behind you, kissing you gently on the head. "Hear that, sweetie? You're a perfect fuckdoll, now." She props you up against the back of a cart and began to wheel you away.

"Can't wait to see where you end up."

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