The Tour Begins

I stepped out of the box daintily. I had to, the ridiculous high heels I was wearing didn’t make walking easy.

I don’t know what crazy bullshit this was, but it sounded like I was kidnapped. All of this was just so… insane.

I had to escape the first chance I got.

“Oh yeah, what was I thinking. You are allowed to speak now as well,” the so-called '5th Anko' in front of me said.

Allowed to speak? How could she allow me to…

“Hai! …Hai! Hai? Goshujin-sama? Hai! Hai! Aaaah...” What the Hell? What were these words coming out of my mouth? I was trying to say ‘please let me go’, but it came out as that garble! And the last one sounded like… a sexual moan?

“Ah yes, sorry, I forgot. Your doll was fitted with a special condition. Let me check…” She came over to my box and bent over. Yeah, she bent at the waist. Her preposterous posterior was now mooning me, and her tiny thong left nothing to the imagination. She had to be a exhibitionist or something. And probably some kind of sex maniac. She was definitely a maniac if she actually believed what she was saying. Did I look exactly the same now? God, I wanted to get out of here so bad!

She picked up a small note from the box, and read it. “Ah yes. You are a special one, aren't you? You have only a couple of options for things you can say. They are: ‘Hai’, which is japanese for ‘yes’. I know you didn’t even know that. You can also say ‘Goshujin-sama’, which is japanese for ‘master’.” This is so freaking disgusting. “And finally, you’re also allowed to speak in sexual moans. Those are your only three options. I suggest you find a way to communicate with them,” she said with a stupid smirk.

“Goshujin-sama!” I shouted angrily.

“Yeah, I’m guessing that was a curse or something,” yes it was, you fucking bitch.

“Either way, we’ve spent way too much time here already. I was supposed to show you the mansion by now. Let’s get moving,” she said, and gave my buttocks a light spank with the palm of her hand. I shrieked, but it came out as sexual moan. For God’s sake, it sounded like I enjoyed it!

Wait, wasn’t she actually claiming she was in fact ‘me’ also? How could she spank herself? I mean, seriously, all of this was exploding my brains. I just wanted to be back home and chat with my girls! When was this nightmare going to end?

I took careful steps in my new body. It felt like that I could topple over anytime in this ridiculous build. Not only were my high heels stupidly big, but my giant tits made me lean hard to the front.

I followed the ‘5th Anko’ out of the room.

Dear God, she wasn’t lying. It was a mansion!

It looked exactly like the stereotypical place you see in movies an tv shows, a huge, luxurious looking place, with antique paintings and vases and stuff. We were in the enormous lobby now, and it had two spiraling staircases leading up to the second floor.

I couldn’t focus too hard on the interior, however.

There were like five of these Ankos in the lobby.

All wearing fetish maid uniforms.

Dusting, and wiping stuff.

Many of them bending over so their panties were showing.

One was on her knees, washing the floor with a cloth, grinding her massive tits on the floor while she did it.

Bodywise, they were all exact copies. Of the same freaking Anko.

This… This couldn’t all be true, right?

“I know what you’re thinking right now. Are these all ‘me’? With the same memories, the same personality, the same identity?”

I swallowed hard.

“Yes. Yes they are. The only difference here, all of these version of you have been working as a maid for over a decade now. You all started from the same place. You had the same parents, had the same childhood, went to the same high school, were a queen of the high school for a short moment, and now your final destiny is serving the same master.”

…How could she… I mean me… Just… say that, so lightly?

Has she made this same speech multiple times already?

“Let’s go. I’ll show you the ‘school’ first.”

As we started walking, one of the Anko-maids, who was carrying a bucket of water, almost ran into us. She dropped the bucket, and all the water spilled on the floor. The 5th Anko gave her a really mean look.

The Anko-maid looked really sorry, and lowered her head very submissively.

“Number 176. You’ve been a bad girl.”

“Y-yes, headmistress,” the frightened Anko stuttered.

What was going here? Weren’t all of us ‘me’? Why would one me be scared of another me?

“Lower your bra.”

What?

I mean the fetish maid outfit wasn’t much, it had panties and a bra and a headthing, but…

She actually lowered her bra. She looked really scared.

SLAP!

Oh my God!

The 5th Anko just straight up slapped her tits!

SLAP!

And again!

They jiggled all over the place, and I could see a red handprint forming on both of her gigantic jugs! The Maid-Anko had on a really painful expression. This was ****! This was **** of... me?

All the other maids could clearly see what was going on, but it was like all of them were purposefully looking away. Cowards!

“HAI! GOSHUJIN-SAMA!” I tried shouting, until I realized how pointless it was.

The 5th Anko just glanced at me, and went straight back into business with the maid-Anko.

“Now, lower your panties.”

“Yes, headmistress.”

I wanted to get away. Right now. But I couldn’t run. It was like… I didn’t have that function?

I think the nasty truth was finally hitting me. I couldn’t be in a denial anymore.

I was a robot.

I was... a Love Doll.

As I watched the 5th Anko sit on a chair, pull the maid-Anko over her lap, and land several hard spanks on to her… no, ‘my’ ass…

As I heard her painful, but sexual moans with every spank…

I really hated that my pussy was getting so much wetter.

This was another pre-installed function, wasn’t it?