Lara Kraft, the Sleeper Fuckdoll
CW: corruption, brainwashing, edging, femdom, femsub, personality erasure, sapphic,
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Agent Lara Kraft had spent three weeks pretending to be someone she despised.
Every morning she put on the smile.
Every morning she adjusted another outrageously impractical outfit and joined the endless parade of devoted followers drifting through the marble halls of Madame Aphrodite's headquarters.
And every day the act became harder.
Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor as she navigated another corridor lined with gold-trimmed columns and pink-veined stone. The architecture itself felt designed to lower defenses. Pink swirls softened every edge. Sweet perfume lingered in the air. Hidden speakers whispered gentle music that seemed less like a melody and more like a heartbeat.
Around her, the faithful moved with serene contentment. Some giggled quietly to themselves. Others walked with an unsettling confidence, dressed in glossy leather or elaborate uniforms that seemed more costume than clothing. Every one of them wore the same expression: calm, devoted, utterly convinced they had found their purpose.
Entire corporations had shifted their policies after executives met online with Madame Aphrodite. Influencers who tested her products turned into shilling cam girls. Mothers transformed into BDSM styled recruiters and whores. All absolutely enamored and loyal to the one responsible.
Nobody could explain why.
The Agency had attempted every form of surveillance available. Neural scans showed nothing. Psychological profiling resulted in nymphomaniac experts. Chemical analysis resulted in ordinary lists of common ingredients. Nothing was found. The idea that flashing images and swirling lights projected through ordinary screens coupled with common beauty products, seemed for the impossible one hundred percent rate of success, simply impossible.
Which was why Lara had been sent.
The Agency believed she possessed a rare neurological resistance to whatever influence Aphrodite employed.
At first, the immunity had felt reassuring. Now it terrified her.
Because the longer she remained inside the organization, the more she wondered whether she was truly immune at all.
A burst of laughter echoed from a nearby room.
Lara instinctively copied the vacant smile she'd seen hundreds of times before. The expression settled onto her face so naturally now that she hated herself a little for it.
The thought sent a chill down her spine.
She turned a final corner.
At the end of the hallway stood a pair of enormous doors fashioned from polished white metal. Intricate patterns spiraled across their surface, catching the ever-presesnt pink light.
Beyond them waited the woman responsible for all of it: Madame Aphrodite.
Lara's pulse hammered against her ribs.
Weeks of watching people surrender their lives, careers, and identities to become shills, porn or recruiters. All of it led here.
She approached the doors.
The guards standing beside them smiled knowingly. Neither spoke.
One touched a control panel.
The doors slid silently apart.
Warm, swirling pink light spilled from the chamber beyond.
Lara drew a slow breath. Every instinct she possessed screamed at her to turn around. To leave. To report what she had learned and never return.
Instead she stepped forward.
The light washed over her, soft and inviting. Her eyes strained for detail as they adjusted from the marble corridor. She made out shapes, then outlines.
A polished table sat near the far wall. A pair of plush, white sofas faced one another nearby.
The voice wrapped around her like a warm breeze.
Madame Aphrodite's figure slowly took form. Tall, graceful, dressed in an outfit that hugged her body like liquid metal. It shifted in color from pink to purple. The familiar logo of a stylized mix of heart and the letter A stretched over impossible curves. Lara felt her own body react to the sight of the perfect female form in a way that she despised. Arousal and submission. Madame Aphrodite's blonde hair spilled in glossy curls around her face and shoulders. Her skin practically glowed.
"I've been waiting for you." The smile on her lips promised secrets. Pleasures. Rewards. "It's time we had a chat."
The last syllable left her lips and settled between Lara's legs. She squeezed her thighs together, desperate to find relief without revealing how badly her body already ached. She wanted to turn.
Her feet remained glued to the floor, unable to obey the commands she sent.
Madame Aphrodite continued.
"This little game of cat and mouse was fun. But now that everyone inside your little organization is either one of my girls, or a paying porn addict, can we stop," the smile widened on the woman's face as if she could read Lara's thoughts. The woman stepped closer and touched a perfectly manicured hand to Lara's arm. "You've been wonderful, my little fuckdoll. Broken, brainwashed and brainless you corrupted all their computers and servers. Every time they used those silly machines they became more and more mine."
Lara felt the soft brush of Aphrodite's lips against the side of her neck, sending a ripple of heat across her skin, followed by the gentle warmth of her breath. "They're all mine. Everyone." She pulled back and met Lara's eyes, the intensity of her crystal blue gaze so powerful it was impossible to look away. "And you, Lara, have played such an important part." A delicate fingertip brushed along the curve of her jaw, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
Lara's heartbeat quickened. Her knees trembled. The world narrowed down to the point where Madame Aphrodite touched her, the air heavy with her perfume, a scent both floral and spicy, sweet and dark. It wrapped around her like a cloud of temptation.
Madame Aphrodite chuckled and said, "Oh my dear, don't you remember? All the times you sat on the chair, the way my eyes made you relax, the way the pretty patterns made you obey my every command?" Her lips hovered just above Lara's own, their warmth so tantalizingly close that Lara nearly moaned with longing. "All those times we fucked. The way you writhed beneath my hands, my mouth, the way you cried out as you came undone in ecstasy." She trailed a hand along the curve of Lara's breast, teasing through the fabric.
Her mind spinned. Memories flashed through her consciousness. Images of Madame Aphrodite hovering above her, her eyes dark with hunger, their bodies intertwined, writhing and arching against one another, seeking release after sweet release.
She remembered the taste of her lips, the soft moans escaping their mouths, the feel of her body pressing against her own as they explored every inch of pleasure imaginable.
"You've done everything I told you too. You've used your influence to change the direction of the agency." Madame Aphrodite whispered. "Now it's nothing more than another porn production center for my brand. Making my products seem healthy, or good for the user."
Lara felt the world tilting around her.
"You're lying," she whispered.
"Oh, my little fuckdoll, I've never lied." Aphrodite murmured. "You simply forgot." Her gaze held hers, the blue depths swirling with secrets. "And now it's time to remember again." A glimmer of mischief sparkled within them, and before Lara could respond, Aphrodite leaned in and captured her mouth in a deep kiss.
Lara's eyes widened. Her tongue danced around the invading divinity. Madame Aphrodite tasted sweet, like strawberries, honey and sex, a heady combination that sent a jolt of bliss coursing through her.
Madame Aphrodite's lips curved in a triumphant smirk as Lara slumped against her, surrendering completely to her touch.
"That's my little fuckdoll," Madame Aphrodite whispered as she drew back from the kiss.
A flicker of panic shot through Lara. She tried to pull away. But it was useless.
Her arms were too heavy, her limbs too weak to resist.
Madame Aphrodite guided her to one of the white couches. Gently, almost lovingly.
Lara felt like she was floating.
Her thoughts swam in a haze of lust and confusion.
As Madame Aphrodite's hand slipped under her dress and began to stroke the dripping folds burning between Lara's thighs, the sensation overwhelmed her. Her clit pulsed with need, and every brush of Aphrodite's fingers against it sent waves of pure pleasure rippling through her entire being.
Lara's hips instinctively bucked, desperate for more contact, more friction, more of the blissful torment Aphrodite was inflicting upon her.
Madame Aphrodite chuckled as if amused by Lara's desperation, her crystal blue gaze never leaving her captive's flushed face.
"You've been such a good little fuckdoll for me," she purred, her breath warm and enticing against Lara's ear. "Utterly broken, brainwashed and brainless for your goddess. Let go of the farce, Lara. Throw away dumb, boring Agent Kraft. And be my little fuckdoll Lara."
Her fingers continued their maddening caresses, alternating between feather-light touches and firm strokes, keeping Lara teetering on the brink of an orgasm she knew only Madame Aphrodite could give her.
Lara's breath hitched as her climax built. But before it could crest over the edge, Madame Aphrodite suddenly withdrew her hand, leaving her aching and wanting.
"Wha-Why?" she managed to gasp, her voice strained and raw.
Madame Aphrodite smiled, her expression both sultry and mocking. "Agent Kraft isn't a fuckdolls. Only fuckdolls can cum in my divine presence. Throw her away. Lara." Her eyes twinkled with promise and danger as she brought her glistening fingers to her mouth, licking them slowly, savoring the taste of Lara's arousal.
The sight was intoxicating. Lara felt her resistance crumble even further.
"You can cum once you embrace what you are." Madame Aphrodite whispered. Her lips hovered just above Lara's own once more, the heat between their bodies a palpable force. "Beg to cum, my little fuckdoll," she murmured, her voice low and husky, dripping with seduction. "Throw away the boring Agent. Agent, what was her name? Who cares. Am I right my cute silly bimbo fuckdoll."
The words sank into Lara's mind like honey, sweet and cloying.
"Like not me, duh," Lara said with the cutest little voice. A cold shiver ran through her. That wasn't her. It wasn't Lara. She wasn't an Agent. "Wait. That wasn't," Lara struggled. The arousal was making it hard to think.
"Duh. Not like you dumb Agent. Lara is totes a fuckdoll," her mouth giggled in that same cutesy tone. Lara tried to speak but it didn't come out right, instead she heard herself say. "Like she totes doesn't know anything, or like, think for herself or anything. Duh!"
"Good girl," Madame Aphrodite crooned. Her hand slid back beneath Lara's skirt, finding the slick warmth that had become an insistent throbbing ache.
The pressure of the divine fingers as they circled her clit sent jolts of electricity through her, and Lara arched into the touch. Thoughts and memories fractured under the onslaught of sensations. She no longer knew who she was or what she had done. All that mattered were the exquisite pleasures of the moment and the promise of release.
As the rhythm of Aphrodite's fingers increased, so too did the urgency within Lara. The world faded into a haze of pleasure. All that existed was the beautiful woman in front of her, her intoxicating touch and the sweet agony building inside her.
Madame Aphrodite's gaze locked with Lara's, the blue depths swirling with an ocean of hunger, amusement and something darker.
"Throw her out, my fuckdoll. No more Agent. Only fuckdoll," she whispered, her voice like silk.
The pressure mounted, and Lara felt the orgasm creeping closer. She couldn't think, couldn't focus. All that existed was this moment and her goddess.
Madame Aphrodite leaned down to capture her mouth in a deep kiss. Her lips were soft and warm against Lara's, her tongue exploring and claiming.
And then, just as the wave of ecstasy was about to crash over Lara, she withdrew.
"No, please!" she gasped.
Madame Aphrodite merely chuckled.
"Oh-em-gee. Like totally throw her out. Gawds are you dumb," Lara's voice came out in that cutesy tone she now realized belonged to Fuckdoll Lara.
The panic that flared up inside Lara felt almost distant, like an echo from someone else's life.
She tried to speak again but it was all too confusing. She didn't know who she was anymore.
All she knew was that she desperately needed release, and only Madame Aphrodite could grant her that sweet oblivion she craved.
"Go on. Just forget everything that isn't tied to your goddess," Madame Aphrodite murmured. "Give me everything. Every memory, every experience. Everything that makes you who you are. Embrace your fuckdoll, let go of Agent what's-her-face." A faint, seductive smile curled her lips. "Just one last step, and then I'll give you everything you little fuckdoll desires."
Lara felt herself melting, succumbing to the allure of the promises Madame Aphrodite offered her, promises that echoed with an unspoken price. A price she knew she'd pay without hesitation, because in that moment, nothing mattered more than her pleasure, than her goddess.
A twist of her clit ended the fight.
A shiver coursed through Lara's body. She whimpered, her voice a soft mewling that sounded alien to her own ears. Her thoughts scattered, and the world spun.
"Yes," she moaned. The last vestiges of Agent Kraft crumbled, leaving only Fuckdoll Lara in their wake. The realization that Agent Lara Kraft had ceased to be sent waves of ecstasy through Lara. She moaned at her realization that she was a brainless, broken fuckdoll, devoted only to her divine mistress. She didn't think. She only served and obeyed.
"That's right, fuckdoll." Madame Aphrodite purred. Her lips curled in a satisfied smile as she leaned back, admiring her handiwork. "You've done so well, fuckdoll. Now it's time for your reward."
Madame Aphrodite stood and stepped gracefully away. Her eyes never leaving Lara, she gestured towards her feet. Towering heels shined under the pink lights.
Fuckdoll Lara's mouth watered.
"Kneel, my fuckdoll." Madame Aphrodite ordered, and the words sank deep into Lara's being, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. She immediately dropped to her knees before her divine goddess, her head bowed in submission. "Yes," Fuckdoll Lara said. The words slipped easily from her lips. She no longer cared or remembered about the agency, her job or any of the other details that had once weighed so heavily on her shoulders.
All that mattered now was pleasing her goddess.
"Lick," Madame Aphrodite said simply, and Lara felt a wave of heat rush through her.
"Yes, goddess," Lara said as she bent her head down, her tongue eagerly extending towards her divine mistress' toes. As her tongue made contact with the smooth skin, she felt a rush of pleasure and arousal course through her body. She licked and sucked on each toe in turn, worshiping the perfect feet before her as her pussy throbbed with obedience. She knew that she was nothing more than a brainless, broken fuckdoll, and the thought filled her with a sense of purpose and pride.
With adoring eyes the fuckdoll gazed into the crystal blues of her goddess. A golden shimmer pulsed through the divine orbs, as a hand caressed her scalp, like an owner rewarded a pet.
This was all that mattered.
Serving her divine goddess in whatever way she saw fit.
