Margot is trying to fight back

He wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped back into the hallway. The living room was empty. The kitchen was empty. Then he heard the soft beeping of phone buttons from the study.

Callum grabbed the remote and moved quietly to the doorway. Margot stood with her back to him, the short maid skirt riding up as she leaned over the desk. The landline was pressed to her ear. She was whispering urgently.

“Please, I need the police…my son has some kind of device, he’s controlling me–”

He didn’t let her finish. She spun the second she heard his bare feet on the floor. The phone dropped. Her face twisted with the real Margot’s panic and rage. She came at him fast, nails out.

Callum already had the remote in his hand. He stepped back just enough to avoid her first swing and stared at her for a second, almost impressed.

“So even as a loyal servant you can still try to fight back,” he said. “Good to know. Can’t have that.”

He pressed the aware-but-obedient button again and spoke clearly.

“Mindless poseable sexdoll.”

The light hit her mid-lunge. Her body jerked hard. The maid outfit stayed on as the transformation finished. Her skin took on the thin plastic sheen of a high quality sexdoll. Her limbs locked. She froze in an awkward half-reaching pose, eyes still open and fully aware, mouth slightly parted in an O shape. She could feel everything. She just couldn’t move.

Callum stepped closer and ran a hand down her plastic arm.

“Look at you. The great Margot Drake, reduced to a fuckable mannequin. Can’t even lift a finger. How’s that rebellion working out now?”

He pushed her upright, then bent her forward at the waist until her hands rested on the desk. The short skirt rode up on its own, showing the bare plastic curves of her ass. He spread her feet a little wider with his foot, adjusting her like a doll until the pose looked right.

“Perfect. Completely helpless. Just the way I like it.”

He dropped the towel, already hard. One hand stayed on her hip while the other guided his cock between the smooth plastic cheeks. He pushed into her in one steady thrust. The rubber-like pussy gave just enough to take him, tight and warm. Margot’s eyes stayed locked on the wall, but a single muffled sound escaped her throat.

Callum fucked her hard against the desk first, hands gripping the plastic waist, watching the way her tits swung inside the tight maid top with every thrust.

“You spent years treating me like I was nothing,” he said between thrusts. “Now you’re nothing but a warm hole that can’t even close its legs unless I move them for you.”

When he got bored of the angle he pulled out, lifted her easily and carried her to the bedroom. He dropped her onto the mattress on her back, then arranged her limbs the way he wanted, knees pulled up and spread, arms above her head, head turned to face him.

He climbed between her plastic thighs and pushed back in. The bed creaked under the steady rhythm. He kept his eyes on hers the whole time, watching the trapped awareness behind the frozen expression.

“Cry all you want in there. Nobody’s coming. You’re just a toy now.”

He came deep inside her with a low grunt, staying buried until the last pulse faded. When he pulled out, a thin trail of cum followed. He looked at the doll version of his mother spread open on the sheets and felt the satisfaction settle into his chest, he had won.

He grabbed her ankle and dragged her off the side of the bed. Her body hit the floor with a dull plastic thud and stayed exactly as it landed, one arm twisted under her, legs still spread, face turned toward the wall.

Callum picked the towel up off the floor, wiped himself off, and walked out to the living room. He dropped onto the couch, found the remote for the television and turned it on. Some late-night show rerun filled the quiet. He sat there watching without really seeing it, the other remote still in his hand.

The secretary, Camila, drifted through his thoughts. She had looked at him with just enough suspicion earlier. It wouldn’t take much. He could have some fun with her as well, after all, all he needed to do was press a button.

Behind him, on the bedroom floor, the poseable sexdoll that used to be Margot Drake lay exactly where he had left her. A single tear rolled from the corner of her open eye, tracked down the plastic sheen of her cheek, and dropped onto the carpet.

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