“This isn’t exactly groundbreaking, Professor Shaw. I had hoped the foundation’s grant funding would be spent more wisely than this.”
Louise Mullins had sent the email she was writing and now stared expectantly over at Professor Peter Shaw. His look of quiet triumph had now given way to dejection. As CEO, Louise was determined to make Redstorm PLC a preferred partner in AI and robotic development to the public and private sectors. She had largely left the professor to his work, but whispers from senior management alerted her to this project becoming increasingly bizarre.
“I’m not trying to be difficult, Peter. I know that you and my father had worked on this for some time. As you know, it was his wish that I let you finish the prototype. But what is this?”
The figure stood in the corner of the boardroom. Female in form, glossy and hooded. It was a macabre sight, like a fetishised latex doll. There were panels buckled around the head, giving the appearance of a blindfold and a gag. A wide collar was around the throat, and a corset nipping the slender figure in tightly at the waist. A plume of jet black hair streamed from the top of the head, as the thing cocked its head slightly.
Shaw turned away and got up. He headed over to the figure and ran his hands down the torso.
“This is anything you want it to be, Ms. Mullins. A fully customisable drone. A cook, a cleaner, a nanny. It could be any type of worker or……even a companion. I have showed you the default version to illustrate its form and flexibility. Once the speech diagnostics are complete, it will speak any language and the optical capabilities will allow it see anything in any conditions, with the ability to record and scan in the highest possible resolution. The casing can endure any temperature or atmospheric conditions. It is a superior carbide with the appearance of latex, the collar contains a neural network that mobilises through the entire model. The eye and mouth panels are merely to protect the sensitive mechanism underneath…..but this will be addressed later.”
Louise wasn’t convinced. It looked like something from a sex dungeon. A rubber slave to be abused. It made her deeply uncomfortable and she looked Shaw directly in the eye….
“I can’t sign off on the project, Professor. If we attempt to market this product, we’ll become a laughing stock. The amount of time and money invested is bordering on criminal. I’ve seen the test footage myself and it doesn’t do anything. The speech and optics should at least be functional for this demonstration. I have no choice but to inform the board that we are taking a different approach. You will be relieved of your duties and sent home on full pay for a month. Then I’m afraid your contract will be terminated………I’m sorry, Peter.”
Louise summoned security and Shaw’s face darkened, his voice cold and controlled…..
“This is a grave mistake, Ms. Mullins. Your father unfortunately knew that you lacked vision. More interested in the shareholders than actual progress. But you may yet learn something from this experience……I shall see myself out.”
Louise watched as Shaw stormed out with security trailing behind, and it was now just her and the drone in the room. Her revulsion of this thing was clear, yet she stood up and went over to it. Her hand wandered down the smooth body and she peered into the face. Morbid curiosity overtook as she circled the shiny statue. The touch through the casing was warm, almost organic. It was more like a latex suit, with a living, breathing person inside it.
The more she stared, the more she thought she could hear the faintest noise? A muffled groan, a distant call for help?
No. This wasn’t anything more than a sex toy. A sick fetish built by a pervert. Professor Shaw was eccentric by anyone’s standards, and this was clearly the fruit of some sexual fantasy. The fact that her late father even collaborated on this made her feel nauseous.
She turned to head back to her chair……but out of the corner of her eye she saw the arm of the drone raising up. The grip was like a vice as it grabbed Louise around the throat, dragging her back toward it. She screamed out and the other arm was pinning her wrists together. She was spun around and a hand now clamped over her mouth as her cries were silenced. She was in the clutches of this nightmarish thing, unable to raise help or break free of its hold.
The frosted glass of the office obscured the struggle within and Louise struggled with every fibre of her being. The slightly built drone somehow seemed larger and more powerful, easily enveloping her. The hand gagging her now moved around her throat again, the chokehold sending its victim down quickly. Louise slumped on the floor, her conscious mind fading as the thing stood over her……
Louise awoke. She was in a brightly lit room. The wooden floor underneath felt slippery as she tried to focus. She looked down and saw herself clad in the same black, glossy material as the drone. She tried to move and realised she was pinned to a metal structure. Her legs were spread far apart in a kneeling position, her arms and shoulders behind her. Steel bands around her neck and waist restrained her to the structure and she feebly pulled against the bonds.
Louise opened her mouth, but only a choked whisper could escape. Panic stricken she looked around for something, anything.
Instead, she saw Professor Shaw sitting at a desk in the far corner of the room. Beside him, stood the drone….gleaming and still. Shaw looked up and smiled.
“Hello, Ms. Mullins. I hope you’re not too bruised from your encounter? The drone is strong, but it should be reasonably sympathetic to other people’s physicality in a contact situation. I’m afraid your vocal cords are paralysed temporarily……..I needed you to come quietly, if you will.”
Shaw got up and walked over to Louise, her shock now becoming anger. The rasps from her throat were getting a little louder, but she was still unable to speak.
“After our conversation, I thought you were hasty in shutting me down. So I knew that I had to convince you again. You will be pleased to know that the additional functionality you required is now fully operational, along with some other features.”
The drone started to walk over and as it did, the form and appearance began to change. Before Louise’s stunned and horrified face, the body morphed into hers. The head was no longer a blank hood. Louise stared mutely as her own face was looking back at her.
This thing had assumed her appearance, voice and mannerisms. The suit was now different in material, mirroring Louise’s own clothing. Shaw grinned as he patted the doppelgänger on the backside…..a bimbo like giggle emitting from it.
“Undoubtedly, the drone will take a little while to truly master your awful personality. But if anyone can do it, ‘she’ will. The transmogrification works exclusively by physical contact. Once she touched you, the DNA sequencing was absorbed. While not yet a perfect copy, she will convince until everything about you is learned. As for you, Ms. Mullins? I’m undecided at this moment. I will need to keep you here indefinitely……certainly until the drone is fully assimilated. I’m sure you could serve some additional purpose.”
Louise shook her head, the power of speech still neutralised. She watched as Shaw went over to this desk and picked up a latex hood. It was completely featureless apart from the squat bit gag built inside. She struggled and strained as Shaw roughly placed the gag in her mouth and pulled the tight hood on.
“Just relax, Ms. Mullins. I can imagine this is all very overwhelming for you. Luckily, the suit you’re wearing is from another, more, personal project of mine.”
Louise suddenly felt a jolt of electricity near her genitals, followed by a slow pulse. The stimulation around her ass and pussy was invasive and constant. Shaw muttered to himself as the vibrations began to change in frequency and intensity. In time, Louise’s voice would return, but with the hood and gag on, her muzzled grunts and moans would be unheard. She could hear the footsteps heading away as Shaw spoke again…
“We’re heading back to Redstorm head office. ‘You’ will tell HR that you were mistaken in your initial dismissal of me, and I will be formally rehired. I imagine you will be a very generous leader and I look forward to working with you. Oh, there is also a superb, yet discreet audio system within the hood. Some very positive and reaffirming messages will be played to you. The suit will monitor your compliance and adjust any settings as necessary. Until later, Ms. Mullins.”
Louise rocked gently as a first orgasm was coaxed from her body. It was the beginning of a long day of forced pleasure, mixed with the new mantra.
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