It was too late

She would never remember her name again. She didn't care anymore. She was a toy meant for fucking, and loved for every pleasurable sensation she could experience.

The scientists had done what they could, but scans showed that she had received severe mental damage from her several day encapsulation.

By the time they had finally been able to shut down the nanomachines ravaging her body they had done a lot of damage. Her arms were gone at the shoulder. Her legs up to her mid thigh. She looked like a life size masturbation toy at this point. They had managed to get the latex removed from her head, but her lips and mouth had forever been altered by the rubber. Her eyes seemed glazed over, and only ever focused at the sight of genitalia. She would then cry out for it until she orgasmed to a point of blacking out. They eventually made a plug for her mouth and throat that would allow breathing but restrict anything else.

Once management hasld done everything they could, and come to the conclusion that rehabilitation was a lost cause they went a different route.

The entire program had many wealthy investors, and they were occasionally rewarded with 'products', which they were more than happy with. So this one went up for auction among them, and she was sold to the highest bidder, to live out the rest of her life as a fuck toy in some wealthy investor's mansion.

She was alongside other 'toys'. And experienced pleasures at the whim of whoever her owner wanted to entertain. When she wasn't in use the caretakers would get to have their way and then send her into bliss as they flushed her thoroughly. When they were finished, she was mounted upright on a three pronged, stiff dildo like armature. It was her favorite part, as it filled her up the best, causing instant and long lasting orgasms as she squirmed on it.

Life as a fuck toy. Endless orgasm and bliss. This was who she was, and all she would ever be again.