Infiltration by NotAShiny

Infiltration by NotAShiny

Agent Clair Mosby was sitting in the interrogation room about to give her final report about her latest mission against illegal human trafficking a few days ago.
She took a swig from her coffee. Her colleagues were so considerate to give her a sippy cup for easier drinking.
Impatiently she slid back and forth on her chair. Although she sat on several cushions, her new physique made sitting on a chair very uncomfortable business.
With her stylus she did some quick inputs to the tablet laid out in front of her. Her fingers wouldn’t submit any inputs, like she was wearing rubber gloves.
“CAN WE FINALLY START?” - the text to speech device read the text Clair just put in.
She had put a lot of effort into her report of the mission that had left her in a state that would most likely mean the end of her career; at least her days of active duty seemed to be over.
So what happened?
Her state-funded secret service Agency, lately had been working together with Salvage Corp, the Countries largest rehabilitation company and Fair Trade sourcing Living Doll manufacturer.
The goal was to expose illegal and inhumanely-sourced doll producers and bring them to court.

From the first briefing on, Agent Mosby had known that the mission would be very risky. But she was determined to inflict the illegal doll industry a heavy blow.
The plan was quite simple. Agent Mosby would enter a JoyjoyDoll facility undercover, search for evidence of their unlawful activity and exit with the intel. Easy.
The trickiest part would be to enter. The last two agents who had tried to enter as employees of JoyjoyDoll mysteriously disappeared.
The brilliant plan now was to get her inside in a way nobody would expect to. As raw material.
So one night on a remote parking lot they opened the cargo compartment of an unmarked transporter, opened one of the barely person-sized boxes and removed its contents, a young malnourished woman, naked and tightly restrained, drugged out of her mind and unresponsive. Probably tried to cross the border with the help of smugglers, paid them all her savings, just to be betrayed by them in the end.
“Seems like it’s your lucky day sister,” Clair muttered as they carefully loosened her bindings.
“Agent Mosby!” One of her colleagues reminded her not to linger.
“Urgh… don’t worry, you’re all getting your early christmas present. If I notice any of you taking a single picture, you’re souvlaki!” She especially eyed Larry and he quickly turned around as Clair stepped out of her suit, removed her underwear and handed everything she had with her stuffed into a plastic bag to the other operatives.
Visibly embarrassed, Clair held still as the restraints of the former inhabitant of the transport box were applied to her.
The locks on her restraints were tampered with and should be able to be unlocked with minimal strength.
She gave her Colleagues a reassuring look as they held an automatic injector to her neck, to fill her up with the same cocktail that made the rescued woman unaware of her situation.
As they secured her in the transport box, Clair was already in a world of fuzzy, comfy nothingness.
The living cargo should arrive at 6 PM on the following day.
Her narcotics should wear off moments after her estimated arrival, at a critical point where she is out of the truck and inside the storage room of the facility, waiting to be unpacked on the next morning. Then also the timed lock on the box would unlock, and she would be free to fulfill her mission during the night, when only a few security officers would patrol the near-empty factory.

Alongside Agent Mosby, now traveling to her destination, another package was arriving at the JoyJoy Doll factory. An unassuming package addressed to an employee who currently had to stay at the hospital. This would contain fresh clothes for Clair and a loaded gun, in case she had to get violent.
Everything was set as the human factor completely derailed their plans. The streets were surprisingly empty that day, and the driver, looking forward to his day off, had nothing better to do, than ignore the speed limit constantly.
The result was that he would arrive 90 minutes too early. That alone wouldn’t have been a problem, but the previous batch of living cargo had gone bad in the process and the machines had been idle. This would be a chance to produce another charge before the lights go out for the night.

And so Clair didn’t wake up in the storage room or the docks, but instead disoriented and with severe pain all over her body.
Adrenaline rushing through her body let her shake off the effects of her drugs more quickly.
Her training and her acquaintance to desperate situations prevented her from panicking.
She assessed her situation.
She couldn’t see or hear anything and her whole body seemed to be stuck in place. Everything hurt and she felt like she was laying under a bunch of weighted blankets.
Her head felt heavy and something was jammed into her mouth that split open her jaw.
She could sense that her body was in motion and she could feel the vibration of a machine that had to be moving her.
As she was brought to a halt, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of her head!
Her perceived darkness was interrupted by a bright flash amidst the piercing incision.
Then everything went dark again and the following words appeared in front of her eyes.

Clairs eyes did widen - “Is that an old military visor with a custom operating system?”
She was acquainted with this old military tech but as hard as she tried she wasn’t able to interact with the UI using her eyes.
But the automatic restart could really change the situation.
That was her chance, if she could initiate safe mode during the reboot progress, she could take control over the system!

At the end of a conveyor belt, 2 slightly bored production workers were occupied with getting the incoming freshly-crafted dolls out of their restraints and into their coffin-like, foam filled storage boxes.
Usually the dolls were in a completely unaware state when they leave the production area but this one seemed to react to their touch as they released her from her conveyor belt.
“Uh Joe, I believe this one’s anesthesia didn’t work that well. Can you pass me the URGH!!!”
Even though Clair was blind and deaf in her current state and her movements were more clunky than usual, she grabbed the hand that touched her, twisted the arm that was connected to it and landed a blow to the head of its owner.
This first action unbound taught Agent Mosby more about her situation:

• a) that the area between her legs, which was already aching while she was just laying around, really didn’t like her sudden sitting up and going for that person.
• b) that she couldn’t really stand on her feet anymore and she fell down to the floor together with the person she had just assaulted.
• c) that the significant weight on her chest was her own breasts, and that they had multiplied in size.

The worker who just witnessed his colleague go down stumbled backwards in disbelief. In all the time he was working there, he had never seen a doll straight out of production attacking somebody, furthermore with that efficiency.
Clair on the other hand was trying to get off the floor, but she couldn’t even stand on her own.
“System restart in 3 minutes”
She grabbed the conveyor belt she’d fallen from and pulled herself up again as she heard a female, robotic voice inside her head: “Undesirable behavior detected, punish sequence engaged.”
Clair screamed as an unspeakable electric pain hit her private parts and she fell back to the ground.
“The obedient doll lies on its back, with its legs spread apart and its hands behind their head and awaits their owner to collect them,” the robotic voice spoke in her head.
Naturally, Clair wouldn’t listen to some random voice programmed by these illegal traffickers, especially talking down to her.
Again she tried to get up.
“The obedient doll does not have a will of its own.”
Clair was sent down on her back again yelping in pain, and incidentally fell in the position her digital captor had instructed her to take.
“The obedient doll receives its reward in form of pleasure.”
Clair could feel the objects — massive and heavy, which were trespassing her private parts’ deepest depths — spark to life, vibrating and shifting around inside her.
“Oh hell no!” Not only was that kind of stimulation totally unwanted in this situation, but she needed to get out of this situation as quickly as possible.
She hesitated, like a farm animal avoiding being near an electric fence.
But then she managed to get herself to move, grab onto something in the blind ‘out there’ and pulled herself up again.
“The obedient doll never rejects the gift of pleasure”
Another shockwave surged through her body and caused her to cramp all over again.
“The obedient doll lies on its back, with its legs spread apart and its hands behind their head and awaits their owner to collect them” The voice spoke to Clair again in its same calm cadence. This jailor was patient and enduring…
Realizing that it was useless to resist and her whole body shivering in primal fear, Agent Mosby swallowed her pride and reluctantly positioned herself the way the voice wanted her to.
“The obedient doll receives its reward in form of pleasure”
Her intruders came to life once more. And assaulted her sore insides.
Clair couldn’t hold back an annoyed grunt: what an absurd situation. She was lying on the floor because a program told her so, while there could already be several armed guards standing around her.
In spite of her professional demeanor, her drive to complete the mission, she felt her body react to the intense stimulation.
She just had to hold on a little longer.
Anger and a crushing feeling of helplessness overcame her as the program steadily approached her limit.
“The obedient doll will now have an orgasm”
Her breath quickened and her hips were shaking as she was forced to climax. there on the factory floor in that exposing position.
“Good doll” The voice inside her head praised her.
Her whole body shivered as she desperately stared at the only thing visible to her: the blinking restart timer, ticking lower and lower.
50 seconds still: time was moving at a soul-crushingly slow pace.
At least the stimulation had stopped for the moment as she was catching her breath.
“The obedient doll lies on its back, with its legs spread apart and fondles their breasts with its hands.”
“What!” Clair tried to sit up, but several short electric shots through her most sensitive parts reminded her of who was in control.
Reluctantly she put her hands on her breasts and started to fondle them. The moment she started small vibrators around her nipples came to life and the intruders between her legs joined in again.
Clair couldn’t suppress a long moan.
She was fighting against her own body now, and against either pain or pleasure, she seemed to lose.
At this moment, the Worker who ran away came back around the corner, accompanied by 3 of his colleagues.
“There! There she is!” he said and pointed in her direction.
“So this is your kung fu doll,” the big one said, approaching the black latex doll which seemed to have fallen on the ground, presenting itself eagerly, playing with its breasts and moaning like crazy. “Looks to me like any other one”.
“Admit it, Barney just stumbled and hit his head again,” another one chided him.
Agent Mosby had given up on saving her dignity as she had another mind melting orgasm.
“Good doll.” The voice praised her again for her obedience.
“Yes…” she answered in her mind, still dizzy and catching her breath again.
Clair looked at her interface.
“The obedient doll is kneeling on the Ground, with its head on the floor and their ass up high” the voice was telling Clair to strike another pose
“System Restart in 7…6…5…“
“Yeah you know — how about no.”
“2…1…”
The UI went dark again.
Quickly Clair performed the necessary eye movements to boot the system up using safe mode.

She did it! The Workers could see the Doll sit up and cheer with her hands clenched to fists just like she won the lottery.
Quickly she reduced the opacity of her lenses and gave herself back a sense of hearing.
She could see one worker lying besides her wallowing in pain and 4 more of them approaching her.
One more time she pulled herself up. Now with her sight restored, standing wasn’t that impossible anymore, but she still leaned herself against the wall.
With disappointment she realized that she had no audio output installed and they couldn’t hear her “Hello Fuckers”, she wrote into her text to speach output.
She cracked her knuckles, “This will be fun”.

Prior to the mission she had memorized the plans of the building, and now with 3 more workers down and 1 of them running for the security personnel, Agent Clair Mosby made her way to the internal post office.
The only person working there this late was a small lady who laid her book down and stood up from her chair as the almost 2 head taller doll entered the office.
“eh Erm! Th-the post office is for employees o-only. M-ma’am would you k-kindly leave?”
The Doll briefly looked at the office lady, grabbed her by her shoulders and sat her down on her chair again.
Quickly, Clair found her package. Fresh clothes and a loaded gun.

Realizing that it would be pointless to get her new bust size into her normal sized shirt and that she wouldn’t be able to pull her pants past the handles on her hips, she just grabbed the gun and left as she was.
The server room would just be around the corner…
Agent Mosby closed her Report on how she escaped after acquiring the desired data. And how she stopped a car on the highway and drove back to the agency, to the point where she tried to explain to the guard with a pen written on a napkin that she was indeed Agent Mosby.

“Very well Agent Mosby, Salvation Corp owes you a great debt of gratitude, for the sacrifice you did to the cause.” The man in the suit who has been carefully listening left the corner of the room and approached her.
“Henry Stadverk, Salvage Corp.” He shook her hand.
“An operation to restore your former physique is a very expensive undertaking, and if you don’t have massive reserves, I’m afraid your pension wouldn’t suffice. “
“But maybe we can help each other out in this regard…”
“An operative with your keen mind and set of skills always has a place at Salvage Corp”