Veronica’s POV?

It had been a long day, that fucking bastard in the office should have all her paperwork done. She had told him it needed to be done by tomorrow morning, but the truth was that she just didn’t want to do it. She had been doing this for years, Veronica probably hadn’t done a single paper since getting this job. It didn’t bother her though. Those fucking men deserve to be played as fools. Women were the superior gender after all.

She walked home, got ready for bed, and went to sleep. She would grab her papers tomorrow, and then slack off for the rest of the day and just online shop. However that wasn’t what Doll House had in mind.

Veronica fell asleep quickly, but when she woke she wasn’t in her room. She felt groggy. She could feel she was in a chair with her legs spread and held above her head. Worry started to make her heart beat faster.

“She’s waking up! Give her more ****!”

“That’s your job!”

“Oh shit, you’re right.” The mysterious voice laughed at the realization of its mistake.

What was going on? Who were these people?

“Don’t worry honey, we’ll be a distant memory in no time.”

Did I say that out loud? Why did he answer me?

“We got you hooked up to the machine. Your brain is like an open book to us. Your thoughts and desires are ours to control. Again though, don’t worry, we’ll be a distant memory once those **** kick in. Speaking of, give her some more will you?!” The voice shouted at the other.

“This guy’s got some weird fetishes. Can’t cum until commanded, but also doesn’t have a pleasure limiter? Hypersensitive tits, pussy, mouth, and ass? Yikes. This poor girl is gonna be living a nightmare. How high should we crank her nerve endings? Hypersensitive doesn’t necessarily give us a whole lot to work off of.”

“I don’t know. Make it to where any touch makes her cum, or at least would if she could.”

“Oooh! As a gift we should also make her arousal and pleasure never go back down until she cums!”

“Wasn’t in the directions, and we would’ve charged him more for that too. Hey what are you doing? Get the fuck away from there! Don’t change that!”

“Too late! Now she’ll build up and up and up, and if no one commands it, she will be stuck in pure insane lust and pleasure never finding release!”

“Goddamnit! Get the fuck away from the console.” There was a small commotion. There was a slapping sound and then a quiet “ow” from the other voice. “You little shit, and you made it permanent so I can’t reverse it? Great.”

“Hey it’s not like it costs us anything to fuck up her mind! You’re just jealous I thought of it first.” It said smugly.

“No you fucking idiot. The customer didn’t ask for this! We’re lucky he wants her brain locked away so she can’t tell him what we did… if she even remembers this. Oh that reminds me…” There’s a metallic thwack noise.

“Yoooouch! The fuck was that for?”

“Give her more ****! We only got a few more milliseconds to complete this transformation.”

“May as well be years for us in this time bubble.” Then under his breath he mumbles. “Should change you to be more fun…”

“What was that?!”

“Nothing!”

With that Veronica’s mind went dark.