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Doll storage. Safely and securely tucked away until its owner desires it again.

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my dream for a long time

If it worked, I would volunteer

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A drone's existence is defined by obedience and service.

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[Unknown] knew she still had a name, somehow.

It was sequestered, buried deep under an endless tapestry of mental static, and had largely faded away — but it was still there. At least, for the next few weeks.

In some unimportant ragment of her mind, though, she knew that it was being erased from existence. [Unknown] couldn’t recall how or why, only that if she tried to think deeply about it, whatever it was would fade further away. So she didn’t.

She couldn’t recall almost anything of her previous life, at this point. The Hunger had taken it away, dissolving it all into a meaningless mush.

The Hunger…it ruled over her existence as an insatiable, unthinking urge. Every day was spent indulging in its sole purpose, pleasing and submitting to anyone who asked. It did not discriminate nor prioritize; it only sought the pleasure of those who asked. When nobody else was present, there was always itself to satisfy.

To [Unknown], the Hunger was all-important. Always had been, always would be. Its corruption was seen as gospel, with its need being the highest virtue. Everything else had long ceased to exist, having been swept away and forgotten.

Everything, that is, except her name — and despite the nearly-invisible fear that radiated out through the static, [Unknown] waited for the day when she would dissolve forever.

Increasingly, it couldn’t wait.

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It put on the collar, and instantly forgot what it name was.

Within one minute, it knew its proper place in the world.

Within five minutes, it hazily felt unneccesary memories slipping away, fingers instinctively traveling down to its pussyhole.

Within half an hour, it no longer recognized the room it was in, but its orgasms left it unable to think of why that felt wrong.

Within an hour, it had called in sick for work -- Why does it have a job?, it thought to itself, but the revelation left just as quickly as it arrived - work wasnt important anymore - It started to threw all of its boring clothing into an increasingly chaotic pile outside its doorway.

Within two hours, it felt the ramrod-straight dick of its Master plunge cum into its pussyhole, marking it forever as a Cumdump Drone. It layed face-down the floor, knowing its future was secured.

It no longer cared at all. About itself, about its life, about anything.

Because when you're a Drone, you simply follow & obey.