Save Lucia.

"...yes, she came down here and saw what we were up to, but I have her held down."

"Good. You can perform the procedure on her whenever you are ready." What was the CEO talking about?

The woman entered the hallway where I was being held, and injected my arm with something. I woke up on an operating table, with her and two new women around me.

"Good morning, doctor!" Said one of the women. "We're so glad that you have chosen to donate yourself to the advancement of your project." I tried to speak, but I couldn't. I tried to move my arms, but I couldn't do that either. What was happening?

The girl picked up a nearby telepad and started entering something, and my body started to move without me willing it. It was then that I realized my fate.

My own company installed a cybernetic control chip into my brain. For the rest of my life, I would be nothing more than a completely unwilling meat **** to whoever held my controls.

The woman nearby spoke up. "The CEO wanted to see this one as soon as possible. Why don't we send her up there." Damnit, what did Wilson have planned for me. Out the lab and into the elevator, my body moved for the CEO's office. In his chair sat Frederick Wilson.

"Doctor McShane, I knew I couldn't trust you. As you can see, we went around your idealistic ethics and perfected your cybernetic enslavement procedure. Well, not quite perfected. As far as we can tell, the test subjects all retain their conciousness despite our best efforts. Oh well, it isn't like they can complain about it. Now, let's see if those lab rats have made improvements on functionality." She punched some codes into his keypad, and I started to disrobe. Or, should I say, the body of Mary McShane started to disrobe.

I knew then and there what that pervert had in mind for me. She, the futa lady, was going to use me for her perverse pleasure, over and over, and there was nothing I could do about it. The body walked towards her, turn around, bend over and let the pig insert her cock into its ass. The body bounced forward and backward on her, and I felt everything. Just because my motions were under her control didn't mean that that all of my body was. Sadly, despite my role as a sex ****, it seemed as if my body didn't respond to sexual stimulus, leaving my sphincter unresponsive in the ways that would reduce the pain.

I was being painfully ****, yet my body enthusiastically continued, ignoring the pain. I could feel everything yet control nothing.

When she was done with me, she made me crawl underneath her large desk. That is how I would spend much of my time, from then on. She used me as a robotic sex toy to keep in her office, fucking her madly at her whim. Even when she wasn't using me fully, she had me suck on his cock as he worked.

Over the years, I could tell that the programming for the cybernetics had gotten better, as my **** blowjobs went from clunky to smooth. I only wish they had spent the time to properly stimulate me sexually before being used as a fucktoy.

One day, a new cybernetic **** showed up in the office to usurp my position. I was then sold to high-class Japanese brothel that used my programmable behavior to fulfill the fantasies of the rich clientele. The fantasy is almost always the same.

I am dressed up in a Japanese school uniform, wearing a backpack in front of a rich looking business man. I can hear myself begin to speak in a high, childlike voice.

"Hi, Mister! I'm selling cookies for my school fundraiser. Would you like to buy some?" The futa old lady overpowers me, as usual. She shackles me to the bed and rapes me for hours on end, until she is finished, and I am cleaned up for the next client.

-The End-