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.
Veronica inspected her new office. Her father hadn’t spared any expense. One of the highest rooms of the building, exquisitely furnished with a breathtaking view over the city.
She did it, she won. Overnight she became one of the wealthiest, most powerful people in the world.
She jumped into the big comfy chair and placed her heels on the wide desk. This occasion called for a celebration.
With a few clicks on the desk she ordered Champagne, an old bottle from France, older than herself, pressed only a few years before the War. Very expensive indeed, some could buy a yacht from its current value.
After a few minutes of waiting and reveling in fantasies of power, a side door opened and a figure, pushing a serving cart, stepped into the room. A featureless living doll, the very famous product of Salvage Corp.
The doll was well trained. Even with a lack of vision it found its way to the desk, waiting for her to take the ice-cooled, open bottle from the trolley. She couldn’t resist touching her, the warm and smooth feeling of her black, artificial skin.
The well trained doll didn’t react and waited for her owner to say something.
Veronica pulled the bottle out of the ice and filled herself a glass. The sparkling of the beverage was hitting her nose as she went for a first sip.
It tasted terrible, she hated the taste of Champagne, but again, it never was about the taste.
She couldn’t resist and tease the doll a little more.
“Kneel down.” She said.
Quickly the doll followed her command, kneeling down in front of her. With a few steps Veronica unlocked the doll’s gag and removed it. Through her wide open mouth she could see the back of the doll’s throat.
Veronica took another sip from the glass and then spit it into the mouth of the doll.
“Savor the taste, I guess you were never able to afford something like this… and never will”
She drank another sip for herself before she spit the next one again into the open mouth of the doll.
As expected the doll drank everything up.
After sending the doll away, Veronica made herself comfortable again. It was an exhausting day and she was getting tired.
She poured herself another glass. A warm feeling was spreading inside her body. Yeah warm and fuzzy.
She didn’t remember alcohol having this big of an effect on her. Also she got more tired every second.
Something wasn’t alright, she stood up and walked a few steps in the direction of the big entrance door. Half of the way she stopped by the soft leather sofa. Maybe she just needed a few minutes to relax on it…
A few seconds after she lied down she was fast asleep. She didn’t wake up as a few people entered the room and carried her away. Into the basement of the building.
As Veronica woke up, she felt disoriented and hung over. Everything was blurry but she could recognize where she was. She was sitting again at her desk in the big office chair, but something didn’t feel alright
Of course, she didn’t have her glasses on. As she started to move in the chair in order to change that, she noticed that there were many more things wrong with her.
Her limbs were heavy and she had difficulty moving. With all her strength she pushed herself out of the chair, but instead of standing still, she fell over.
Disoriented, lying on the floor, she felt numb and dizzy. Suddenly she saw a figure standing up from the sofa, she fell asleep on before. She managed to lift herself up a little bit but. With squinting eyes she tried her best to identify the approaching silhouette.
“Who is there? H-help!” - she shouted.
The person, now squatting down right in front of her. In a deep familiar voice he said “Your Glasses Miss” - He carefully put her glasses on her.
Now that the world made, at least visually more sense, she recognized the man in front of her.
“F-finsworth? What does this mean?” - A feeling of uneasiness overcame her, as her senses slowly returned.
It was when she managed to fully raise her torso and assume a sitting position that she realized the reason for her clumsiness.
It was obvious. She was very familiar with the products of her corporation. She has seen this so many times before. But she never had imagined that she would see her product while looking down at her body.
“IS THIS A FUCKING JOKE!?! This has to be a bad prank! Don’t tell me this is what I think it is!”- she shouted while anger overcame her.
“I have to disappoint you, Miss Abernathy, this is unfortunately not a joke. I and the board of directors believe that you are unsuitable for the position of CEO”
“No, I decline. I won’t get you out of this. You surely have noticed that your transformation is only halfway through. Don’t think this is where it stops. I just woke you up halfway through to have a last look at your face before it disappears.”
“Hnggg! T-this … ahn … this is treason!” - Veronica had difficulties sitting straight. She started to shift her body from side to side to get into a position where it would be easiest for her to ignore the intense stimulation.
Her hands and feet scraped over the floor, trying desperately to find something to hold on to. She fought against that feeling that built up between her legs, trying her best to keep a straight face and to show no other emotions other than hatred. But she knew Salvage Corp’s inventions weren’t known for leaving its wearer a choice. It was only a matter of a few seconds until she would humiliate herself by lying thrashing on the floor, uncontrollably moaning and groaning, while several devices would stimulate her erogenous zones, forcing her to the most intense orgasm she ever experienced.
But I didn’t just end with one. With her defense broken she fell from one climax into the next one, without any chance to catch her breath between.
She did not beg him for mercy, with all the remaining breath she cursed his name, his mother, his wife and even his pet dog.
After a few minutes the devices stopped and Veronica sagged on the floor, heavy panting. She was too exhausted to even try resisting while Finsworth picked her up and carried her in his strong arms.
Finsworth was a huge and strong man who probably paid a fortune on cybernetic implants, Veronica on the other hand came after her mother, who was quite short. The big man placed the frail women on the couch.
Veronica was only marginally aware of the syringe that entered her arm before she felt warm and fuzzy once more and embraced the sweet relief of sleep.
Another 10 hours later D.00930218 gained consciousness for the first time. To stick more to the truth it was Veronica that woke up from her induced coma after the narcotics were wearing off, but to be fair, nothing about her appearance remotely resembled the young lady anymore.
A few moments ago this young lady had been lying under the sun in her private artificial beach. She loved the place, far away from the looks of others, away from the no-good trash from the sea that makes you sick, she had an oasis of her own. The sound of the sea was soothing and she could pick the people with whom she would spend time together in this miniature garden of Eden.
But all dreams have to come to an end, or how you say it.
As she slowly woke up the sounds of the sea transformed into white noise and as she tried to open her eyes, she saw nothing but complete darkness. It was like she was swimming in an ocean of pure black liquid, without any orientation and not even the faintest stars. The liquid pressed against her body from every direction.
The more she felt lost, the more of her memories came back, together with a more differentiated perception of her own body. Her body was sore. Every muscle seemed to hurt and her skin was burning. Her jaw was sending waves of pain over her whole face and her lower torso made her believe she was impaled by Vlad Tepes himself.
She knew what that meant, but she still hoped that this was just a bad dream.
Slowly and careful she attempted some first little movements. She lifted her arms to inspect her head. Even though her hands were encased in fingerless solid cuffs it was sufficient to paint her a picture.
There were handles sticking out of each side of her head, an often chosen customization when the looks of the doll aren’t that important to the client and they prefer function over form. The rest of her face was featureless, besides her gaping open mouth.
Instantly she gasped and covered it with her hands. Under her mask she turned red like a tomato.
Her fingerless cuffs seemed to be Mk2 heavy cylinder gloves, which greatly hindered the wearer from interacting with their surroundings. Even the rotation or bending of the wrists was disabled.
Trying not to panic, she discovered her body inch by inch. The humiliating handles on her hips, the many sizes too large insertions of her private parts and at last the cruel ballet boots which like her cuffs fixated her ankle.
Her padded, tiny one person cell was just big enough for her to move around a little. Carefully she spread her legs and touched the place that caused her the most distress.
A doll’s features could be variable. For herself, she figured that they gave her 2 multi-functional entries. To her annoyance, both in a comparatively large diameter.
She resisted the desire to start thrashing around and trying to free herself. On one hand she was too tired and sore, on the other hand she knew her technologies, it was impossible for the doll to get rid of her new skin. Even for others, it is nearly impossible to free a doll without seriously and probably fatally injuring the person inside. The symbiotic rubber-like substance firmly fuses with its host.
There exists of course a way, but it takes a long time, a lot of chemicals and is far more expensive than crafting the doll. She couldn’t even recall more than a handful of incidents where this dollification was reversed. And it all included a lot of money. But this was the only hope she clung onto. The hope that they just wanted to scare her to press money out of it or more power in the Corporation.
Those rats, how could they backstab her like that? How could they do something like that to her? Once those loyal to her would get wind of the situation, they would free her and she would take great revenge on those who did her wrong.
The only thing she could do now is waiting for her body to heal after this severe surgery.
From time to time staff would open her tiny cell, push a tube down her esophagus to fill her stomach with nutrients, while on the lower side, waste would be removed and plugs would be changed.
Her first attempt to communicate with the staff to help her went terribly wrong. Each time she tried to speak to them they would instantly activate the electrical shocking devices located on her neck, her stomach, her nipples, her clitoris and also on her vaginal and anal plugs.
Those imbeciles didn’t seem to recognize her and acted correctly after protocol. It wasn’t worth arguing with the lower staff and Veronica was very averse to receiving pain. So she played her part as a well behaved doll, although it was very difficult for her not to throw a tantrum every time someone touched her in the wrong places, which were almost all places if you could ask Veronica.
Thanks to military-grade healing stimulants, Veronica’s recovery was very quick and sooner than she expected she felt herself grabbed and firmly restrained in a transportation box.
Her journey wasn’t long. It must’ve been only a few lifts and corridors. She guessed that her destination had to be Salvage Tower, above their underground facilities.
After reaching her destination she was left there waiting. But she had the feeling that she ended up in her own office and she had an idea whom she would meet there.
He would most likely already sit there looking at her transportation box, knowing she would be inside waiting for him to release her.
After what felt like an eternity she felt a rumble at the box as she was unlocked and opened.
She felt a hand touching her synthetic skin shortly before all the restraints that held her unlocked at the same time, and she was falling over on the floor in front of the man she hated the most.
“Eeech!” - She shouted, startled by the sudden onset of gravity
After days of white noise, the speakers inside her ears suddenly went silent, but only for a second, as a familiar voice appeared in her head.
“Apart of your squeaky voice, I would be unable to recognize you” - Finsworth spoke to her
A hundred witty responses appeared in her head, sadly all of them now impossible for her to pronounce, so she stuck to a resentful “Och ou!”, which she hoped would be correctly interpreted as a “Fuck you!”.
She planned to show this bastard no weakness. No matter what, she was still the rightful head of Salvage Corp. She tried to kneel as dignified as the situation allowed it, knowing that trying to stand up would most likely just end in her tripping over again. So she sat calmly and predicted where he was standing to firmly stare into his eyes with her blank featureless face. The staring part wasn’t that successful, which was most likely because of her lack of sight and her speakers only allowed her to hear in mono.
She heard Finsworths subtle chuckle. “Although I can’t see your face anymore, your tone and posture speak for themself.”
“You don’t need to be mad at me, you know. Anybody just would have killed you, to get you out of the way. You wouldn’t have survived long in that position anyway.
Many years ago I promised your father to keep you safe, should something happen to him. And I still stand by my word.”
“Back then I didn’t yet know what a despicable person you would become growing up.”
Suddenly she felt his fingers entering her mouth, sliding over her exposed tongue.
Despite her movements heavily constrained by her artificial skin, she managed to pull her head back and slap his hand away in disgust. The thought of his dirty fingers touching her mouth made her gag.
Finsworth laughed. “Heh!, I think you are still confused about who you think you are. You still seem to think you are Veronica Abernathy.”
“Ah ae!” [I am] Veronica shouted.
“No, silly doll. Veronica Abernathy died 3 days ago in her family estate as a fire broke out and destroyed the west wing. For all I know —and what’s written in your report — is that you are Suzy Geller, an elementary school teacher waiting in death row for the poisoning and ultimately the killing of her whole class. Fortunately for you, you were bought by Salvage Corp and given a new life.”
“But that needn’t concern you anymore. For all you need to know is that you are D.00930218, a living sex doll made by Salvage Corp, and that I have the pleasure to call you my new property”
Veronica could not believe what she just heard. She wasn’t a simple teacher named Suzy and she wasn’t a sexdoll that Finsworth owned! They wanted to eradicate her existence!
“The sooner you accept this and live with it, the easier it is going to be for you.”
His words echoed in her head.
“Sooner or later your brain will overwrite itself. You are 19 years old now, but how will you be when you are 25? Will you still remember who you were 6 years ago? Or will the you of today be replaced by the you of tomorrow. A different you, which is obedient and whose greatest pleasure is to serve its master.”
“NGOOOO!!!” - Veronica shouted, but she knew from Salvage’s own internal studies that only a little of a doll’s former personality would persist over time after their transformation. The human mind is a very flexible organ and sensory deprivation, limited means of self expression, and behavioral training would altogether change anybody’s personality as days and months and years went by. Little by little, day after day, and there was nothing Veronica could do against it.
She was experiencing a panic attack. She fell to the side and curled up in a fetal position. Was it really all over before it even started? All her work for nothing? Her plans and dreams pushed out of reach for her?
“Now now. You don’t need to be afraid, I will take good care of you.”
Veronica felt Finsworth’s hand on her back. Soft and carefully he started to caress her rubberized skin, while she slowly came down again.
It didn’t take long though until his soft caressing became rather unkind groping. He took her in his lap, her backside facing him. Now he could hold her in place and play with her perky breasts without leaving her much chance to escape.
Her constant protests were ignored and her artificial skin was too stiff to efficiently fight back.
“I know you’d prefer me rather not doing this, but what’s the point of owning a toy when one’s not intending on using it.” One of his hands traveled from her chest down her belly and ended up between her legs.
Veronica’s fighting spirit reignited again and she was now actively trying to get away from him. But even if she had been her normal self, he could’ve easily incapacitated her with just one arm. Her heavily restrained form had a lot less chance.
She felt herself grabbed by the handles on her head and being turned around so that she would face him.
“Eah eh ‘oh!!!”[let me go]- she screamed as she tried to push him away, but he had her head firmly in his grip. Saliva was dripping out of her wide open mouth, her tongue helplessly flapping around.
“You’re really adorable when you’re trying to speak, you know. Let’s see what you have to say about this.” - Finsworth brought her head closer to his body.
Even though Veronica couldn’t see a thing, she had an idea where her head was heading. And she did her best to avoid this.
“Ae i’ ou! Eh eeh ‘oh!!!” [I’ll kill you! Let me go!!!]
But it was to no avail. Soon her tongue bumped against a warm fleshy object.
“Your father was always a proponent of quality control, don’t mind if I test this one out.”
Under the verbal protests of Veronica, Finsworth’s impressive organ slowly entered her mouth. Her attempts to fight the intruder off with her tongue were futile and soon he reached the back of her throat.
Veronica started to gag violently as he pushed her head deeper and deeper. Soon she was gasping for air, but Finsworth had no intention to stop now. As her tongue made contact with his scrotum and she reached the end of his length, she was already close to passing out.
Veronica couldn’t believe that this was happening. Her hands were slapping helplessly against his hips. Was he trying to kill her? This couldn’t be the end!
As her struggles faded and her body started to shiver, he pulled out and dropped her on the floor.
Heavily coughing and gasping, her senses came back.
“Do you see now that fighting won’t do you any good?” he asked her.
He pulled her up and dragged her to the big desk, where he was placing her on top of.
With one arm he was holding her down while pulling out her vaginal plug with his other hand.
Veronica gasped when the huge object slid out of her. But she was afraid of what was about to come next. She wanted to close her legs, but his body was already in the way and she felt herself grabbed by her hip handles.
Again she felt something invade her private parts and instantly knew it was the huge organ she almost suffocated on a few seconds ago.
All the struggling before already wore her out and she didn’t even attempt to push him away while he started to thrust into her. But she still made her discontempt clear by cursing him out again.
“Let’s make this a little more fun for you” Finsworth grunted as he continued.
Veronica squeaked as the stimulation device, placed on her clitoris, started to vibrate mercilessly.
Minutes went by as Finsworth wouldn’t stop thrusting into her and angry curses were increasingly interrupted by her unintentional moans until there were only her moans and his grunts audible in the office.
Her body was now acting on its own, and she closed her legs behind his back, he started to increase his frequency.
“What do you think, shall we come together?” - Finsworth said and brought her upper body closer to his.
Veronica was so close to climax that she just simply observed his tongue entering her mouth and french kissing her. Soon later she felt his hot liquid spurting into her, but she didn’t care at the moment as her body betrayed her by giving her a shivering orgasm.
Panting he left her lying on the table. With her slowly coming to her senses, the disgust came back. Disgust and shame. Did she really just have sex on her father’s desk, with the man that took everything from her?