She's a sex toy.

Liz sat up gasping. She had vague memories of being strapped to a gurney and wheeled through seemingly endless halls. She had been surrounded by fetishistic nurses and maids. There had been… surgery.

At this memory she checked herself wildly. She was naked but unrestrained, and to her relief seemed to be fine. She was in a padded cell. It was cold. She barely had time to register all this when the cell door swung open and in strutted the Maid that had **** her.

"Awake I see. And how are you feeling?" Liz stared at her for a moment, and then rushed her. She had been victimized enough. She tackled the Maid to the ground easily, straddling her torso and holding her arms down. She released one arm just long enough to slap her, whipping her head to the side. "WHERE AM I? WHAT DID YOU DO?"

The Maid turned slowly back to her, her blue eyes dazed and far away. She locked eyes with Liz with that dreamy gaze, her lipstick smeared from where she'd been slapped. "Do it again," she whispered. "What?!" The Maid licked her lips and gulped. "Hit me again." Liz glanced down to see the Maid's nipples jutting accusingly towards her through the latex. She squirmed needily beneath Liz.

"Oh my god," said Liz, releasing her and backing away. "How do I get out of here?" The Maid sat up and struggled to her feet. "Oh, you can leave. Just as soon as I give your new protocols a final test." She pulled a remote out from between her breasts. She pointed it at Liz and pressed a button. Immediately her tits began to ache. Liz staggered back, more in surprise than pain.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'. The only thing that will relieve that feeling is the touch of your master. It gets worse with time, so you'd best obey him." She used the remote again, and Liz felt her lips begin to secrete a liquid. Next her lips popped into an O and began to vibrate. She couldn't stop it. She backed away, shaking her head in negation. "Lip lubrication and vibration, check and check."

Another click of the remote and Liz's breasts literally clamped together on her chest. Once the fleshy orbs were smooshed together, they too began to vibrate.
Liz started to bring her hands towards her face, to cradle it in horror, but the Maid used the remote again. First her palms began to secrete lube, then her hands folded into the perfect O to give handjobs. "Tittyfuck and Handjob modes are a go. Now for the holiest of holies."

Tears slid down LIz's face as her now hairless pussy began vibrating and clamping down at various pleasurable pressure. Her anus did the same. The Maid approached, head down, expression predatory. Liz backed away, her violated body buzzing and dripping. "In addition to those handy features, you can no longer bring yourself to orgasm. You must obey your master's commands. And you can't tell anyone about any of this. Please try though, the results are hilarious."

Liz backed into the wall and found herself pinned between in and the maids jutting nipples. "Most of the men that employ our services eventually find that they can no longer keep a ****. It gets hard to keep secret. I hope that happens with you so you get sent back here, to me." She leaned forward and nipped Liz's neck, then pulled back. "I pierce my girls. Anywhere there's bare flesh." She planted her lips onto Liz's buzzing, dripping O and kissed deeply, probing with her tongue. She pulled away gasping. "And then I'll teach you the pleasures of the whip."

She glanced down at Liz's screaming scarlet lips. They would be that color for the rest of her life now. "Love that shade," the Maid said, abruptly turning off all of Liz's new functions. "Now let's get you to your boy toy."