A full day and night had passed since Christina began her conditioning.  When the computer had completed its full cycle, Max read the charts and approved the next step of her preparation. The assistants unstrapped the limp form from the behaviour modification chair, and wheeled her to the clinic bath.. The scent of deep musk and her damp inner thighs confirmed her sexual conditioning. They washed Christina thoroughly, and took her to a special recovery room to sleep. 

Hours later, Christina awoke. She propped herself up her elbow, and groggily tried to shake off the incredible dream of being captured and brainwashed. When she ran her hand over her head and felt her bare scalp, she realized with a shock that the dream was real. She felt behind her ear until she located the metal insert that served as the connection to the computer programming. She touched the metal connector gingerly, and wondered if her headache was caused by the surgery or the programming that had been stuffed into her brain. 

But wait! She was still thinking! She wasn’t a zombie! Perhaps the conditioning had not worked in her case! The thing to do now was to get out of this place, or at least send word back to Chief Lydia Dunn back at the Commission of Sex Crimes that she was held captive. Christina knew that Lydia Dunn would love nothing better than to be the one to rescue her after all that boasting Christina had done in the Chief’s office. Well, she would just have to swallow her pride. Christina had the satellite uplink code memorized that could put her in instant communication with headquarters. All she needed was some kind of uplink transmitter. Restless for action, Christina sat up in bed. And that is when she saw what had been thoughtfully displayed next to her bed. 

On a rack hung the most amazing outfit she had ever seen. Leather panties with zippered access panels, a black patent-leather corset, studded collar with leash, black leather gloves, and thigh-high laced boots with six-inch heels. She walked over and ran her fingers over the smooth coolness of the material. Although she never had a taste for fetish outfits before, Christina found this garments very sexy and stimulating. Her heart began to pound, and she compulsively began to dress. The corset had uplifted underneath supports that displayed her breasts in a wanton style, and the high heels made her back arch in a most sensuous manner. She couldn’t believe she found this outfit so utterly compelling. 

She was just cinching the corset tight when she heard the door unlock.  In walked Max. “Well, he said, “I see you’ve chosen your own outfit.” He was wearing a satin embroidered bath robe with an XTC logo. 

Christina glared at him. “Your little brainwash device didn’t work, Max.” But something was wrong. The mere sight of this man she hated at sent a delicious ripple of desire through her. 

Max said. “Oh, really?” He leaned against the door frame and studied her with a proprietary interest that Christina found both unnerving and strangely exhilarating. And the tremors in her body began to centre on her pussy. Nevertheless, she tensed her muscles for confrontation. 

“You try to even touch me,” she warned, “and I’ll rip your heart out!” 

Max said nothing. A wave of heat seemed to spread through Christina’s whole body, and she found herself breathing deeply, actually panting, with a pent-up sexual hunger. The more she looked, the more she wanted him. What was going on? 

“All right,” she said, her voice weakened by uncertainty. “If you want to ravish me, you better get on with it.” 
Max smiled. 

Her hand involuntarily slid down to her moistening pussy. But stopped short! Try as she might, she could not touch herself. She looked up in consternation. Max said helpfully, “The ability to pleasure yourself has been conditioned as forbidden in you. The only sexual release you get is up to me.” 

Christina ran a hand over her tightly-constricted waist, and helplessly felt her nipples grow erect and sensitive on her jutting breasts. She dared not move, for concern that the slightest brushing of her pussy lips would send her into sexual spasm she had no hope of controlling.  The leash dangled from the front of her collar to sway provocatively between her breasts. 
“As a matter of fact,” Max went on casually, “your need to wear that outfit—you look smashing in it, by the way—and your arousal have been programmed into your mind. You know what you have to do, don’t you?” 

Christina’s mind raced. She had to get release from the passions building in her! Her secret hope that Max would take her were dashed—he knew how desperate she was! Then it dawned on her: if he would order her to, she would surrender to him. She took a few tottering steps toward him, still uncertain what to do. If he wouldn’t fuck her, maybe he would let her fuck him! 
As if sensing her changed behaviour, Max said simply, “Kneel.” She immediately dropped to her knees, and nuzzled his thighs. 100,000 conditioning repetitions took over as her trembling hands untied the sash to his robe. She kissed his ankles and up his legs, and thought it only natural that she hand him the other end of the leash to her collar.  In no time at all, her lips were gliding up and down his cock, her tongue sensuously lapping up and down the length of his shaft. His murmured commands were greeted with instant compliance, as Christina’s swirling mind focused only on giving him pleasure. 

For his part, Max watched the girl follow her programmed obedience to his desire. Her technique needed improvement. And there were physical alterations to make her even more marketable than she was now. But feeling her warm breath and wet lips pleasure him, he hoped the training wouldn’t be over too soon. He uttered another command, and Christina found herself dropping to all fours, then down to her elbows with her ass held invitingly high. Max positioned himself behind her, and without pause thrust his well-practiced cock deep inside her, mounting her like one would a high-bred filly just broken in. Christina gasped as he rammed the his cock in and out of her soaking pussy, her mind allowed to think only how desperately she needed to be subjugated this way. His rhythm built up into a kind of heated frenzy. Christina arched her back and pressed herself against him to meet each thrust. His cock finally spasmed deep in her belly. Christina shuddered as he filled her, then withdrew himself. Christina cleaned him with her tongue, as she had done countless times in virtual reinforcement. Even her “Thank you, Sir,” was spoken before she realized it has she who had said it. 

Max said before he left. “That was a good start, but you have a lot of work to do.” 

The next few days introduced Christina to the demanding regimen designed to transform her into a docile sex slave, programmed for her owner’s pleasure. Max directed the trainers to start her off with simple commands, like Stand! and Sit! and Suck! At first there were moments of resistance, even a hint of defiance. But her brain was so thoroughly programmed; it stopped those thoughts before they even had a chance to form, before the neurotransmitter reacted with another jolt of exceeding unpleasantness. At some commands, she would hesitate, as if on the verge of protesting. Then there would be a certain blinking of her eyes, like shutters being drawn, as her captive mind raced to suppress the prohibited thoughts. Then the conditioned response of obedience. It was as if the word “no” had been plucked from her vocabulary. 

Gradually, her moments of knee-jerk defiance were replaced with a doe-eyed passivity, the physical training alone would have been demanding enough. Hours upon hours were spent on treadmills, stairmasters, special muscle-development equipment. Christina had prided herself on staying in shape before, but those weekly sessions at the community gym were nothing compared to the relentless drill undertaken under the stern eye of the exercise masters and mistresses. These sessions left her panting and dripping with sweat on the various workout machines, her growing hair matted on her forehead her body trimmed down to well-toned muscle. The macrobiotic diet filled out her curves nicely. 

Beyond straight aerobics and weight-training, Christina was introduced to a different class of exercise equipment, this variety designed to increase her sex-play potential. She was instructed to sit upon dildo-like tubes that could expand or contract with her internal pussy contractions. Although the sensation was new to her, she quickly caught the knack of squeezing the dildo. When that basic skill was mastered, she was tutored in the art of stroking it with her pussy muscles. It was quite a sight to see her working her alternatively clenching and releasing the training cock, biting her lower lip in concentration. When her trainer at this station finally announced that her vagina was becoming “precision-engineered”, Christina felt a thrill of perverse pleasure, having forgotten where she first heard the phrase. She began to absorb her lessons with enthusiasm. 

And every day she underwent further reinforcement at the behaviour modification chair. Christina actually looked forward to these sessions, sometimes tilting her head to give the operators an easier access to jack-in the connection. This was not surprising to Max, since one of the first impulses they implanted in her mind was the desire itself to be programmed. Christina still had her intellect, and on one level still dreamed of escape, but these independent thoughts were gradually replaced by the relentless programming of the neuro-transmitter.  Automatic obedience had become hard-wired in her brain. 

Max did not want to proceed with her physical enhancements until her mind was sufficiently controlled. He knew that day had come when he saw her leaving her daily massage. These preliminary rubdowns were designed to work into her body the specially designed bonding polymer oils that gave her skin a smooth texture and glossy finish, gradually replacing her skin cells with a synthetic coating that removed all blemishes and carried a permanent scent of fragrance. 

“What’s wrong, Christina?” Max asked. 

“I was thinking . . .I have to call someone. . .someone important. .  .Lydia something. . .” A look of helpless confusion spread across her pretty features. 

“You don’t need to call anyone, Christine,” said Max. “You’re quite happy here, aren’t you?” 

“Oh, yes, Sir,” she said. She smiled gratefully at him and hurried off to her next workout. That afternoon Max began composing an introduction to the circular he periodically sent to potential buyers who had already expressed an interest in new subjects. He preferred to write his reports long-hand, his pen scratching over the hard surface of his glass table-top. 

As you see from the enclosed report, he wrote, Christina H. has excellent potential. I’m pleased to report that her mental conditioning has advanced to the point where she obviously finds the act of thinking on her own to be increasingly difficult. Already her cognitive functions are being ratcheted down level by level. The goal, of course, is not to create a zombie, but to channel her mind exclusively into automatic compliance for her future owner. Now that she is at the stage where the slightest thought of resistance is throttled down before it even has a chance to form, she is ready for physical alteration. Please study the photo images contained in the appendix to this report, and feel free to voice your suggestions. 

Max smiled, knowing that the deluge of suggestions he could expect from his exclusive circle of clients. When it came to female beauty, everybody thinks they’re an expert, he thought. Of course, he had his own thoughts on the subject, but it was better to let his customers think of themselves as the master designers. Max felt a stirring between his knees, and looked down through the clear glass tabletop at his personal concept of beauty: his own private Ultimate Love Doll. Her name had once been Yvette, a model at a Milan fashion designer, and she had caught his eye the moment the Company procurers. In some ways she had been like this Christina Hilshire, the subject of the circular now before him on his desk. Max recalled how hard Yvette had struggled, just like Christina. But it took only a few weeks of behaviour modification to convert her to full compliance, and a few weeks after that under the skilled hands of the Company’s body-sculptors to remake her appearance as the answer to Max’s desires. 

Like all dolls in the Ultimate class, Yvette-Doll’s body was encased in a synthetic second skin. This innovation made possible the perfect body shapes that were the hallmark of these most advanced love-dolls. Careful measurements of each subject allowed the computer design of the ideal body shape, with emphasis on sexual attributes. A special latex fabric of organic polymers would then be tailor-fit to that subject. This fabric had extraordinary tensile strength, and would gradually compress the subject’s body into the desired shape. Over time, with rigorous exercise, the subject’s own natural heat would warm her body enough to flow into the shape dictated by the suit. When that perfect customized figure was achieved, the organic polymers of the bodysuit formed a molecular bonding with the subject’s own skin surface, so that each Ultimate Love-Doll was forever encased in a hermetically sealed second skin that ensured her shape would always be pleasing to her owner. 

A Love-Doll in a bonded bodysuit looked like a living sculpture of perfected beauty. The surface would be smooth to the touch, as it was skin-tight and stretched to the limit. Usually the suit included six-inch heels that became a permanent part of the doll’s physique, as well as a collar ring in the front. Naturally the bodysuit had access panels for all possible penetrations. An owner could also use his remote control to change the colour: shimmering metallic, glossy black, or transparent. As for the Doll herself, the sensation of being compacted into a perfectly-formed sex toy was further amplified by her own sexual heat trapped inside that hermetical seal. Any caress of that ultra-thin second skin would leave her with ripples of unquenched desire. 

Max had selected “transparent” for his Love-Doll’s colour. Her flesh-tones displayed their unblemished perfection, and the body-wrap had bonded to that skin long ago. Max thoroughly enjoyed stroking her exquisitely-sculpted breasts, the touch smooth and warm on his fingertips. Now he had her kneeling between his thighs, her slender fingers slowly stroking his rigid cock as he had programmed her earlier.  Max was partial to blondes (“I’ve spent too much time around Americans,” he would joke apologetically to his Continental colleagues), and absently ran his non-writing hand through her thick mane yellow-gold tresses. Max found her expert touch to stimulate his writing such reports. Occasionally she would lean forward, and let her lips trail up and down the length of his shaft, her almond eyes looking up through the glass for approval to take his whole cock in her hungry mouth. Max had permanently installed silicon pads in her mouth, leaving only a narrow channel with her tongue on the bottom—in effect converting her mouth into an alternate vagina of velvety softness. He loved the feeling when he forced his cock through that wet tight tunnel, his Doll’s tongue working furiously to bring him the maximum pleasure. 

Max still marvelled at the prospect of transforming a beautiful woman into a customized sex slave. He indulged himself frequently, with his compliant Love Doll programmed to satiate every lust. But tonight he held off fully satisfying himself. After he finished his report, Max promised himself, then he would have time for a little play. I really have to stop working so hard, he thought, as his hand slipped under the table and guided Yvette-Doll’s mouth back over the head of his cock. He reached over the remote control device that gave him direct input into Yvette-Doll’s neurotransmitter, and dialled in a slightly faster speed.  He sighed with pleasure at the quickened tempo of the doll’s lips over his stiffening cock. The report was finished very, very quickly. 

While Max filtered the requests of potential buyers in the days that followed, Christina’s sexual drive was stoked to an astonishing level.  The neurotransmitter in her brain kept sex hormones flooding her system, and the incessant programming shaped her desire from wanting sex. . .to needing sex. . .to craving sex. Each love-doll in training—and there were about twenty undergoing treatment in the Company facilities at that time—were kept in a state of sexual heat that supercharged the behaviour modification. 

Max huddled with this clinical specialists. With Christina passively posturing before them, they discussed the various modifications that would make her eminently desirable. Any lingering celluloid had long since exercised away and her muscles were nicely toned. He had his team go over her full body in fine detail, sometimes with tape measures, comparing the results to the usual customer requests. Then the debate started. Although a majority of his staff wanted to carry her beauty to its full sensuous potential, a minority, including Max, argued for retaining some of her original aristocratic bearing—what they called the “Ice-Princess” look. Individuality. Eventually, the known market demand and the weight of the buyer’s comment made the difference, and Max reluctantly slated her for what the clinicians called the Full Slut Makeover. Before the treatment was over, Max had to spend a few days out of the office on one of his frequent trips—so many of the buyers only felt comfortable dealing with him personally, and this buyer—a lady—was quite particular regarding her preferences. 

When he came back, he ignored the stack of messages on his glass-topped desk and sought out the head of the clinic. “How did Christina’s treatment go?” he asked. 

“Oh, welcome back, Max,” said the man. “Excellent results. She’s even been advanced to Grade C workout. She’s probably in session even now.” Max thanked him and walked through the corridors to the exercise room.  He normally took a shower after returning from long flights, but it was worth the wait to see how well the “Full Slut” look suited Christina. 

He spotted her right off. Christina was already encased in one of the clinic’s figure-moulding bodysuit. The material look sprayed on, it was so thin, but Max knew it was incredibly strong and elastic, and was already at work compressing the Christina’s body into her most sexually-appealing shape. Black was her colour for the afternoon workout.  On her, the bodysuit looked smooth and shiny, like liquid obsidian.  . Even from a distance, Max found the form of her legs, thighs and buttocks, perfectly sculpted under the skin-tight bodysuit to be very erotic. He nodded at one of the trainers, who led the woman off the machine to stand in front of Max. 

Max could not suppress his bedazzlement. The clinicians had outdone themselves. The black bodysuit started in a high collar with a single metal ring and covered every inch of her body below that. Her front form was just as ideal as the backside. He studied the subtle alterations to her face. They had done something with her cheekbones and chin, turning her pretty face into a beautiful one. Her hair had grown back considerably, and now brushed her shoulders, mostly straight but with a stylish curl at the end. Christina’s waist was cinched by the unforgiving bodysuit into a strict hourglass shape, with hips nicely curving into her rounded ass. And her breasts! 

Max marvelled at the exquisitely shaped orbs that ballooned out against the shiny black material. The “Full Slut” look naturally called for enlarged breasts. The ever-erect nipples pressed provocatively against the thin material of the second skin. Max could tell by the way Christina’s breasts bounced when she dismounted the Stairmaster that they were soft and resilient, almost begging to be squeezed. Even now as Christina breathed deeply from her workout, her breasts rose and fell with each breath in a seductive rhythm all their own. 

“Turn around, Christina,” he said curtly. 

“Yes, Master,” she said with downcast eyes. The form of address had been programmed long ago. Christina now thought of him not as “Max” or even “my master”, but simply as “Master.” Max knew when she was finally sold; her devotion would be changed to her new owner. But it still pleased him to hear her say it. Her voice sounded thick through lips enlarged with collagen injections—what the irrepressible staff in the clinic called CSL, for “Cock-Sucking Lips.” With the same silicon mouth implants that allowed Yvette to provide world-class blowjobs, Max knew that Christina’s speech would be affected. Not that it bothered him, as the Ultimate Love Dolls had no need of speech. 

Christina obediently pivoted slowly, the light playing off the smooth back finish of her bodysuit. Max noted approvingly that her heels were permanently mounted on six-inch stilettos.. These made her calves tighten and her back arch so that her uplifted ass offered what seemed to be a permanent invitation.. 

Max knew that she had been conditioned by the behaviour modifier to automatically activate into arousal in his presence, a feature that would be switched over to her eventual buyer. She was slightly panting, now more in sexual heat than exercise. She subtly shifted her body so that her new breasts thrust forward, and her hands slid sensuously over the clinging bodysuit. Max could imagine how her heat and wetness was pent up inside that sealed suit, like a volcano ready to explode into sexual frenzy. 
As for Christina, she had long ago accepted the notion of her body being a sex-toy for use at her owner’s whim. Even now she felt the usual craving for Master’s cock, which she would only be allowed to satisfy upon his command. 

“We have a showing scheduled for a few weeks away, when you will displayed to some buyers. We want you to look your best.” 

“Yes, Master. Will you be using me tonight?” she asked. The scent of her arousal betrayed her desperation. 

“Mmm, perhaps.” 

“I’ll be very good, Master.” His answer triggered the seduction routine in her programming, and she wet her lips with her tongue and slowly stroked her voluptuous breasts to further excite her Master. If Max had any doubts that the Full Slut look suited Christina, they vanished with that wanton display of lust. Max smiled, finding it hard to believe that it had only taken a few months of intensive conditioning to transform Christina from a haughty little prima donna into the compliant sex-hungry, her eyes bright with the hope that he might give her a good, hard fucking. 

And he decided to do just that. He remembered that he intended to take a shower anyhow. Max pulled a small-link chain off the rack on the wall, and snapped one end to the ring in her collar. He guided her into the shower room adjacent to the exercise hall and had her unclothe him. Her bodysuit stayed on, and Max enjoyed the sight of the water droplets cascading off the suit’s smooth, curved surface.. 

Christina had been schooled in shower protocol by countless sessions with the behaviour modifier. She turned on the water and worked some soap in her hands into a thick lather. She applied the suds to Max’s body, working her delicate fingers over his muscles. Soon warm billows of steam wafted up from the floor of the shower, adding to the passions of them both. Christina’s hands slid over his shoulders, his back, and trailed by tantalizing degrees to his cock—which, by this time, was as hard as iron. Her fingers delicately caressed his cock as if her whole purpose was to made it as rigid and throbbing as possible. The soapy smoothness of her ministrations soon had Max breathing deeply, his cock almost purple in its engorgement. Christina sank to her knees. She formed an “O” with the thumb and forefinger and squeezed it back and forth over his cock, like hard-pressed lips. Then Christina demonstrated how the clinicians had combined her new physical attributes with specialized training. 

She cupped her breasts in her palms, and pressed them over his cock. Max could not help shuddering as those two soft orbs, with a fullness like melons at the peak of ripeness, enfolded his throbbing cock. The material of the bodysuit was so thin that the sensation felt just like he was pressed against the creamy smoothness of real skin. He even felt the hardness of her erect nipples through the fabric as they brushed against his sensitised skin. She expertly squeezed the yielding flesh around his cock, and then massaged it with her breasts. Max leaned slightly forward, pressing his hands on her shoulders, and fucked into this new love channel. His breath was coming in gasps now, and even Christina uttered soft mews of unrestrained arousal. Still working her breasts slavishly over his upright cock, Christina lowered her mouth to lick the head of his cock at every emergence from the soap-smooth crevasse of her breasts. 

Max exerted all his self-control not to release himself until he had sampled his future love-doll’s pussy. He pulled her up and quickly undid the fastener for the slit between her legs. Immediately her pussy lips pouted out, moist and swollen with the girl’s desire. Between her exertions and the lubricating effect of her pent-up passion, Max deduced the second skin bodysuit was a sweatbox, making her pussy a furnace of frantic lust. 

With her pussy now accessible, Christina slithered against Max’s taut body. She raised herself up, and slid down his torso so that his cock glided directly between her pussy lips. Lubricated by the soap and by the girl’s own love-oil, he found himself thrust deep inside, all the way from the base of his cock. It was then that Max experienced for himself the craftsmanship of the clinic staff. 

Each muscle in Christina’s pussy had been tightened from the relentless workouts on the artificial phallic device. That exercise was aided by the weaving into her vagina walls some of the same organic polymers that made the second-skin bodysuit. This coil of synthetic tissue kept the same tensile strength, and had the effect of amplifying the contractions of her pussy. The slightest penetration of a cock triggered a series of spasms to the point where Christina’s pussy had the strength and suction of pneumatic pump. On top of that, her conditioning in the behaviour modifier had drilled into her mind the exactly sequence of tensions and release for a user’s maximum pleasure, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. In short, Christina’s pussy had been converted into a bio-mechanical fucking machine. Max just leaned against the tile wall and allowed her to fuck him, driving herself up and down his cock while her soft breasts slid over his chest. The scent of her sex mingled with the steamy aroma of the bodywash soap. With her arms wrapped around his neck, Christina whimpered and moaned softly in sexual frenzy. At last, Max exploded into orgasm. He felt her pussy muscles ripple back and forth on his cock, milking the last of his cum. 
As he let her dry him off later, Max actually considered a trade-in: Yvette for Christina, as his own personal love-doll. But then he knew that she was already earmarked for the up-coming auction, so he let the thought rest as a happy daydream. 

Part 3

Max sipped his espresso and went to work on the pre-auction circular.  Several more weeks had passed—weeks filled with intensive conditioning for Christina, as well as the final modifications that he wanted to highlight to potential buyers. 
With an Ultimate Love Doll, he wrote in long-hand, you get the sensuality of a geisha, a harem pleasure-slave, and an 18th century courtesan. In our first lot on the block, we will be offering Christina H., whose programming includes the standard selection of service routines. These routines have been conditioned into her mind through her neurotransmitter and can be coded by the remote control device (included in purchase price). With a flick of your finger, you can trigger your favourite activity or fantasy. Over twenty selections can be customized for your personal use. Max considered listing suggestions, but decided to leave that to the buyers’ own active imaginations. He continued writing: Your Ultimate Love Doll has been modified to accept nutritional pellets inserted directly into the digestive tract from a concealed compartment above the hip (see diagram). Each of these pellets contains sufficient nutrients to power your Doll for one day. They are fully absorbed into the Doll’s system and therefore produce no waste products.  Eliminating the need for your Doll’s eating also reserves the mouth solely for your sensual pleasure. A six months supply of pellets come free with your Ultimate Love Doll. 

Max then went on about bidding procedures and payment plans. He did not dwell at length on Christina’s sexual potential; he would let the live demonstration take care of that. Max was nervous, as he usually was before a showing. He personally supervised her warm-up and dressing, and went over her programming routines with a thoroughness that drove everyone else crazy. But he knew he had a prize in Christina, and wanted to leave nothing to chance. 

At last they were ready. Max spent a few minute socializing in several different languages with the buyers who had flown in just for this occasion. Only a few of the buyers needed background and orientation, since most of them already had more than one Ultimate Love-Doll. They gathered in the auction room, mostly men, but some women, and took their seats in front of the circular stage. Max himself spoke into the microphone, his European accent giving the event a definite cosmopolitan air. 
“Welcome again, ladies and gentlemen,” he said. “We have several dolls to offer you tonight, and we will start with open bidding on our latest.  Christina, come out, please.” 

Christina walked out on stage. The body-moulding suit had contoured her body to perfect dimensions; Max had selected metallic silver as the colour of her second-skin bodysuit. She had been programmed specifically for full display tonight, and like a proud filly, she strutted and posed. Max kept up a steady monologue, pointing our her features, giving operating instructions. “She’s been programmed with advanced sexual technique, ladies and gentlemen, and like all our Ultimate Love-Dolls, may be returned for reinforced or upgraded programming. In addition to the basic sex protocols, Christina has been conditioned to many fantasy scenarios, including Ponygirl, French Maid, Exotic Dancer, or even First Night Honeymoon!” The last brought a titter of laughter from the jaded audience. “You have all seen our latest model remote controls,” Max went on. “Just make your selection and let her please you. For example—“ He flicked the remote in his hand that triggered the pre-programmed behaviour modes in Christina’s neurotransmitter. “On her back—“ Christina gracefully slid to the floor, and spread her legs invitingly.  “Hands and knees—“ Christina responded to the click by rising to the doggy position, her back nicely arched and her head held high. “And oral—“ Christina made her way fluidly on her hands and knees to a pre-set phallus on the stage floor, and demonstrated her sensuous lapping of that artificial cock. Max, with a keen eye on his customers, knew that every man in the audience was imagining those soft, full lips servicing him. He noticed the flared nostrils and hungry gaze of the one of the female buyers from Singapore, and realized that particular image was not limited by gender. 

Max sensed the time was right to open the bidding. As he planned, he flicked the remote to “masturbate”, and watched Christina obediently kneel in front of the audience and play with her perfected body. Her hands roamed over her breasts, pressing them together, pinching her own extended nipples. She then trailed her touch past her taut stomach, over her bush (option to buyer: shaved, trimmed, or natural), and her fingertips tantalizingly rotated around her exposed clit. Max marvelled that this lascivious display was totally under his control, by the press of a button on his remote. 

Christina’s body began to rock in passion. Her eyelids fluttered, and she tilted her head back as her fingers dug deeper and deeper into her pussy. Her metallic second skin seemed to shimmer sparks from the reflection of the multi-collared stage lights focused on her writhing form. The electronic bidding as flashed across the screen above the stage, the numbers leaping higher and higher in tempo to the Love-Doll’s spiralling passion. The phone-in bids tumbled after each other, pressing the auction price higher still. Max found his thumb jamming down on the arousal-amplifier as Christina bucked and writhed to her programmed sexual frenzy. The sensuous curves on her metallic skin flowed and twisted with her lascivious self-pleasuring. At last, when the bids topped off at an astronomical level, Max allowed the Love-Doll to climax. With a long-shuddering moan, Christina collapsed on the floor. 

The whole audience seemed to blink and shake themselves out of the spell of watching the performance. The congratulations Max later received on such a fine product gave him almost as much pleasure as the final top price from one of the telephone bidders. Almost. The buying went on through the evening, with Max putting some of the dolls on the block and reserving others for private placement.  Eventually the night came to an end, with cigars and brandy for all.  “Say, old boy,” said an English earl who had a stable of Love-Dolls on his estate near York, “you do a positively smashing job here. This certainly beats hands down the old game of picking up chorus girls on the West End, if you see my meaning!” Max helped him with his coat.  “Only one thing—how the deuce do you stay ahead of the coppers, eh?” 

“Well, sir, we take precautions, of course,” said Max. “A large part of our budget goes to political types, to have them look the other way. Not to mention,” he said with a wink, as one sportsman to another, “a positively smashing large part of our inventory of Love-Dolls.” 

“By God, sir, I like your style!” said the earl with a laugh. 

The bidders had all gone home. The winning owner of Christina, a telephone buyer, had already submitted the “fine-tuning” adjustments regarding hair-colour, forms of address and the hundred of other detailed preparations that gave the XTC Doll Company such a reputation for service among its elite clientele. The customer was en route to pick up new toy. Christina knelt at Max’s feet in the standard passive-ready position as they waited in the anteroom. Her colour tonight was transparent; the bodysuit that seamlessly shaped her body had long since melded with her skin. Max admired how Christina’s pussy lips protruded moistly from the her slit, looking like thick tender petals from some sensual flower—the result of months of steady stimulation. They seemed to match the pouting fullness of the lips around her mouth. With both sets of lips so wantonly displayed, Max envied the dilemma of the new owner of which to fuck first. 

And yet Max felt a certain wistful sadness at seeing Christina go. But there would be others, he knew. And studying the porcelain perfection of the face and the voluptuous figure of his latest creation, Max couldn’t help feeling a certain pride in his work. But there was one last step left to complete his latest Ultimate Love-Doll. He reached inside the binder waiting for the customer entitled “Christina-Doll - A User’s Manual” and withdrew the remote control to her neuro-transmitter. He punched in a sequence of codes and handed the remote to the kneeling girl. 

“Christina,” he said, “We’re going to turn you over to your new owner.  But before we do, there is one last command. If you press the button on that remote, the final traces of your old personality will be nullified.  That way you can serve your new owner without any interference from your past.” He paused. “Would you like to press that button now, Christina?” 

She looked up at him, hesitating. Then she smiled and presses the button firmly. A shudder went through her voluptuous body. Her eyes closed.  When she opened them again, her eyes had the opaque look of all Ultimate Love-Dolls, like pools of still water. Max knew she had crossed the threshold into being a bio-mechanical sex machine. His reverie was interrupted by the knock on the door of the anteroom where they were waiting. 

In walked the new owner. Max caught the scent of a perfume that the old Christina would have instantly recognized as the same that lingered in the office of Chief of the Commission on Sex Crimes. In fact, Lydia Dunn wore the same austere conservative business suit from that agency. But now carried a hand-tooled riding crop. 

“Good evening, Miss Dunn,” said Max, as he rose to greet her. He kissed her extended fingers with a courtly gesture. 

“Good evening, Max.” She regarded the kneeling Christina, her erst-while arch-rival at the Commission. “I see you have my Ultimate Love-Doll ready.” 

“Yes, Miss Dunn, I would say in this case no introductions are necessary.” 

“Indeed. But I’m sure I’ll like this improved version better than the original.” 

“We’ve added some new sub-routines to your Doll.” He handed her the User’s Manual. 

Lydia Dunn opened to the indicated page. “Ah, the Correction and Discipline’ selection,” she read aloud. “ Your customized Ultimate Love Doll has been programmed to perform certain inconsequential tasks improperly. This gives you, the Owner, the opportunity to inflict whatever level of punishment you desire. You may choose your Doll’s response to punishment to include: 
1. Begging for more; 
2. Tearful contrition for her bad behaviour; 
3. A Level Four orgasm 
4. All of the above.’” 
Lydia Dunn closed the manual with a wicked smile and said: “Oh, I rather like that.” Her eyes glittered as they roamed over the inviting sight of the kneeling Christina-Doll. 

Max said, “I thought it might appeal to you. We also supercharged her libido, as you requested. By the way, we think another one of your agents might have stumbled across our operation in Toronto. You might be receiving a field report soon. May we count on you to make sure this doesn’t cause us any inconvenience?” 

“Of course, Max. Who knows—it might lead to another new recruit for you here.” 

Max smiled politely. “We’ll send you the particulars,” he said. “In the meantime, we can have your Doll delivered by separate transport, if you like, Miss Dunn.” 

“Oh, that’s all right, Max. Just wrap it to go; I’ll take it with me tonight.” 

The staff at the Commission were astonished to learn that the firebrand Deputy Commissioner Christina Hilshire had decided to step down from that position. Some who had caught fleeting glimpses of her entering the Chief’s office through the private door could not help but notice the physical changes, the deliberately sexy look combined with enormously enhanced breasts no office suite could hide. The office gossip was that Christina had volunteered for a long-duration undercover assignment.  That would explain her taking the job as the Chief’s personal aide, so that Christina could clear her desk of routine administration and concentrate on her new role. The fact that Christina had apparently taken residence with Lydia Dunn at her house in the country was probably due to the intensive briefings between the two. 

Lydia Dunn took her last call at the office for the day. Lydia Dunn pushed her executive chair away from her desk, and toyed with the remote, eyeing her Christina-Doll kneeling next to the potted plant.  First she pressed “Arouse.” Then she scrolled down to “Crawl” and pressed that lazily. Christina’s downcast eyes flickered with the sudden spasm of sexual heat triggered in her body by the neurotransmitter. Then she slowly dropped to all fours, worked her way with a feline gracefulness over to Lydia Dunn. Lydia Dunn allowed her Doll to nuzzle and kiss her legs. So obedient. So submissive. So utterly under control. 

Lydia Dunn withdrew the riding crop from her drawer, and ever-so-lightly brushed it over the pubis mons of her love-doll. “So you wanted to work at this desk, didn’t you, my little pet?” she said with a wicked laugh.  “Now you can, under my terms.” She examined the flat end of the crop, now glistening with moisture from the doll’s quivering pussy. “My, my,” she said, “aren’t we feeling randy tonight? I always figured you were a little slut. Now, you’re my little slut, aren’t you? I may loan you out from time to time, dear, since there are plenty of men who will gladly look the other way in case the Company attracts their attention, if given the right inducement. You’re the inducement, of course. Do you expect me to forget how your little ambitious investigation almost spoiled everything? Not to mention your naughty little schemes to take over my job. How impertinent! You have a lot of making up to do, so you better get to it.” 

The Christina Doll looked straight ahead with those docile opaque eyes.  Then for one second, the tiniest moment, Lydia Dunn saw a faint flicker of awareness behind those eyes, and she knew that the original Christina was still inside that beautiful Doll body, and that underneath all those layers of conditioning and programming, the original Christina realized she was trapped in a lifetime of sexual service to her hated rival. The thought gave the Chief Commissioner a surge of pleasure. She raised her conservative dress and hooked one leg over the armrest of her chair. Her fingers selected “Oral” on the remote, and watched the Christina-Doll respond. The flicker of consciousness in the Doll vanished, its head lowered to the programmed task. Lydia Dunn leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes and felt the first touch of the warm breath and searching tongue of her private Ultimate Love Doll. 
 
 

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