Awesome latex encasement story and accompanying artwork by NotAShiny. The New CEO of Salvage Corp by NotAShiny Veronica felt ecstatic. Now that her father had an accident falling from the roof of a 110-floor building, all his stocks were inherited by her and she could finally replace him as the CEO of Salvage Corp.
Salvage Corp’s business model was the production and then charter and selling of living sex dolls. The raw material came from prisons and psychic wards which both were overflowing with poor souls that had no place in this world.
Salvage Corp would take them by the hands and give them purpose, with a patented procedure they would modify their bodies in order to make sure that they did not pose a danger to the public or themselves. After that they would be sold to the customers on their waitlist.
And that waitlist was long, months long. Pumped up with designer drugs, the rich elite was the main purchaser of that special good. People who were already stepping on the backs of others were most excited by the idea of owning this distinguished prestige object which once was a human being.
It was a win for everyone. The overfilled prisons would gain free cells, the decadent would be entertained, social renegades would get the chance to become a useful part of society, and Salvage Corp would get the gratitude of helping people, and a payment of course.
Yes, sometimes some Owners would play a little too rough with their toys and break them, but with the payment of some extra hefty fees, Salvage Corp could even get rid of the broken toy, discreetly. And remember, those dolls in question were handpicked despicable criminals which would have landed in the chair anyway.
Now and then a rumor would make the rounds: that Salvage Corp sold more dolls than they could buy raw material from the Prisons. Some tongues would say that masked figures would roam the slums of the under-city at night. Of those who went missing, most were young women, after visiting a back alley doctor because they couldn’t afford to visit the hospital, after accepting an invitation for a modeling job, some of them would even disappear from their apartments overnight.
But of course, those stories were only attempts of defamation and the articles you would read from time to time were often the last publications in the career of a journalist that had the audacity to spread such blatant misinformation.
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