Tina gave a slight frown and tried not to roll her eyes too much as she stood between the current subjects legs, “Of course Professor, I do know what I’m doing.” she shot back in a snarky voice.
It hadn’t been her fault the last subject had been allergic to the cocktail of drugs that was being pumped into their body. Besides which, just because she’d been a vegetable afterwards, didn’t mean the Professor hadn’t found a use for her.
The last Tina had heard was that the girl was in some asian brothel, stuck in a wall, her pussy and ass easily available for the customers and a cute photo of her on the wall above.
Sure, he hadn’t gotten full value for her, but there were sometimes… complications, that just couldn’t be helped.
The Professor seemed satisfied with her assurance and turned and walked out of the room, Tina stepped back a little and wiggled the vibrator stuffed in the subjects pussy, then did the same with the one in her ass. The subject wiggled and shivered as she did, but never opened her eyes.
Tina almost envied the girl, she could still vividly remember her own time under the influence of the drugs, the vibrators humming inside of her, the sweat whispers from the earbuds filling her head with new ideas.
She let out a sigh and smiled, she had pride in her accomplishments, developing the drug regiment that would rehabilitate violent offenders had been the pinnacle of her career. Well of her old career at least, her new career as the Professor’s assistant had different pinnacles, which often where when she was on her knees and he was deep inside of her.
A shiver ran through her at the though of the Professors dick. Back before he’d stolen her research, he’d been her assistant, doing the grunt work, but now the roles were reversed and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
She walked over to the computer and brought up the monitoring software, the current subject was well into the process, another day or so at most, and she’d be ready.
Curiosity got the best of her and she brought up the details of the current order, her eyes went wide and she gasped at the destination for the subject:
"Professors new assistant"Her mind raced, her heart tried to leap out of her chest, and her eyes darted around the screen. Before she knew what she was doing she’d flipped back to the programming interface and found the IQ setting, it was set to 140.
She clicked the down arrow again and again, until the subject’s IQ would be well below anything useful to the Professor, and then moved the cursor over to the save button. Her finger lifted up and then froze in position.
She tried as hard as she could to click the button, but instead her hand moved over to the cancel button and clicked it. Then her body straightened up and walked out of the room, heading right for the Professors office.
She walked in and stood at attention right in front of his desk, he looked up with a quizzical look on his face, “Yes?”
“This unit is in compliance mode after attempting to betray you Sir.” her voice said.
The Professor raised an eyebrow and frowned, “How?”
“This unit attempted to sabotage the current subject’s IQ Sir.”
He chuckled a little, “You looked at the order details I presume then?”
“Yes Sir.”
He nodded and sat back in his chair, “Well, it was bound to happen eventually. Another day or two would have been better, but I can finish my new assistant’s programming.” he said and then stood up and walked around so he was standing in front of her.
“It’s been fun, but I’ve grown tired of you anyway, so stumbling across a subject that could replace you was just good timing. The good news, if you want to call it that, is that you’re not going to go to waste. I have several offers in on you and I’ve decided to accept Bardon’s.”
Her eyes went wide, Bardon ran a brothel, but not just any brothel. His specialized in living sex dolls, women who were nothing more than inflatable sex toys.
The professor smiled, “I see you recognize his name. Good. Go to one of the empty programming rooms and setup yourself up for Protocol 5.”
“Yes Sir.” her voice responded and she turned and walked out of his office, down the hall, and in to one of the empty room.
She sat down on the seat in the middle of the room, placed the headphones on her ears, and then she reached over and selected protocol 5 from computer setup just beside her.
She leaned back as the automated voiced started to speak. There was no need for the drugs, her mind had been programmed to accept any of the protocols back when she’d first been programmed.
“I am a sex doll, I have no thoughts other than obedience.”
The words filled her mind and a shiver of pleasure coursed through her.
“I am a sex doll, my body is built for pleasure.”
“I am a sex doll, I want nothing more than to be used.”
As more and more statements filled her ears she eventually started repeating them, as her mind slipped farther and farther away.
