Missy couldn’t beleive she was just lying their, mouth agape, hands up, legs spread, waiting. Waiting for her “owner” to return and use her.
Yes, under the new laws, she knew it was all legal and all, but she’d never believed it would be her converted into a living sex doll, even if she had voted for the party that had implemented all the changes.
The brain implants were for the good of everyone, they ensure no one broke the law. Well, no one that had one of course. For some reason all the people in charge, and the rich people, were exempt from getting them.
And then the penalties were increased for breaking the laws, along with the classification of prisoners as non-human.
The majority of people never had a problem with the new system, the country was better for it, but even the implant couldn’t stop everyone from breaking the law all the time. There were always cases where the choice was to break a law for a more just outcome.
Missy had been one of those unfortunate people caught in such a circumstance. Break a few traffic laws, like crossing a double yellow line and driving on a sidewalk, to avoid running over a group of children. It seemed perfectly reasonable to her at the time, and she never expected anything to come of it.
Certainly not a twenty year sentence and a major physical transformation.
The implant had puppeted her through each and every one of them. Form inflating her lips, to stuffing her tits, to hours and hours of workouts to reshape her body.
Now it held her immobile and waiting.
Waiting for the Senator that had “bought” her from the prison system for the duration of her sentence.
Suddenly she heard the door open and she instantly sat upright, her toned core taking little effort to life even her massive tits to the vertical.
As soon as he came into view, her too high pitched voice echoed through the room, “Dolly wants to play!”
It was one of the few things she could say, the vocabulary that the implant allowed her was just a few cliche phrases, none of which expressed what she really wanted or thought.
Of course, neither of those things mattered now, or for the next 19? 18? 17? years. She really didn’t know how long it had been, all she knew was she was about to be used once more and that was all she could look forward to.
