Eyes glazed, staring at nothing. Dumb smile on her face, streak of drool running down her chin. Panting, shallow breaths. Little wet spot between her spread legs, thighs glistening. A giggle every so often. She was gone.
For fun, he reached across and mimed plucking something from her head. She didn’t immediately notice, but after a delay of a second or so there came another giggle. Silly owner.
“I took all your brains,” he said, holding up his fingers pinched together, as though he was dangling something. He wasn’t, obviously, but she still struggled to bring her eyes to focus on it anyway, woozy, confused. She stared intently at the nothing a moment and then giggled yet again, blinking slowly.
“‘Don ‘wan brainsss….” she slurred, the closest she’d managed to actually speaking in a long while now. He considered this, nodding to himself.
“Alright. So I should just throw these away?” He asked, motioning to do that. She’d started groping her tits again, eyes fluttering shut, and if it hadn’t been him speaking she probably wouldn’t have listened at all.
“Brainss bad… no brains…” she mumbled, head lolling.
She was so gone.
“Alright,” he said again, getting an idea. “Maybe best to keep them for now, case I need them. Maybe your friends start asking questions again or something, you know? But where to keep them, hmm…”
With her eyes closed she didn’t notice him getting closer.
“Somewhere safe, somewhere we probably won’t lose them… ah, I know…”
She gasped as his fingers slid into her, so, so easily. Her whole body juddered, head falling forward, eyes still closed. She was so gone.
“This seems like a good place, hmm? Nice and safe here. I think your brains fit much better here than they ever did in your head. Isn’t that right?”
The sound his fingers made between her legs were obscene.
“Nnnhhhh ah riiggghttt…”
“So I think your brains can just stay tucked away here, nice and safe in your cunt. You do most of your thinking down here anyway, when I’m not telling you what you should be thinking, so this is for the best. Yes?”
“Besssst yesss…”
“My little dummy just thinks with her cunt. Can you say that for me?”
“N’little dummy s’thinks cuntss…” she slurred. He smiled, pulling his fingers out and not even waiting until she’d finished halfway-mumbling the words before feeding them, slick, into her mouth. She sucked automatically, moaning like how she’d been trained to, and how she thought she always had.
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Kiki had expected something a little unusual.
Sylvia had made that very clear.
But standing in front of the salon, she wasn't sure 'unusual' quite covered it.
Pink didn't just decorate the place, it overwhelmed it. The color spilled across the display window in layers. Soft and bright it almost glowed under the lights. The ensemble should have been too much. Overdone. Gaudy.
Kiki tilted her head slightly, studying it.
She didn't hate it. Actually, she kind of liked it.
A slow warmth crept into her cheeks as her gaze shifted to the mannequin in the window.
That was what really held her attention.
It stood posed in a way that was just a little too deliberate, one hip angled, one hand resting lightly against its side. The proportions were exaggerated, absurd, even. But not in a way that pushed her away. Quite the opposite.
Voluminous blonde curls framed a perfectly sculpted face, smooth and symmetrical to the point of being almost unreal. Its expression sat somewhere between a smile and something more fixed, more intentional.
Like it knew it was being looked at.
Kiki swallowed.
"Okay, yeah," she murmured softly. "I get why Sylvia likes this place."
Her eyes lingered a moment longer than she intended.
There was something about it.
Not just the look the feeling too.
Polished. Complete. Like everything had been shaped exactly the way it was meant to be, with no uncertainty left behind.
The thought sent another flicker of warmth through her.
Kiki shifted her weight, suddenly aware of herself in a way she hadn't been a moment ago. Of the way she stood. The way her clothes sat. The small imperfections she usually ignored.
Her gaze drifted back to the mannequin.
"So that's the goal, huh?" she said under her breath, half-joking.
The glass reflected her faintly beside it.
For a brief second, the comparison felt sharper than it should have.
Kiki exhaled and shook her head.
"Don't overthink it," she told herself.
It was just a salon.
Still, as she reached for the door, her fingers hesitated just slightly on the handle. Not out of fear. Anticipation, maybe.
Or the strange, quiet sense that stepping inside meant more than just a new hairstyle.
Kiki pushed the door open.
A soft chime rang out, light and welcoming.
And as the pink interior unfolded around her, she had the fleeting impression that the world outside had already felt a little less important. The colors inside were even more intense than they had been on the street. Brighter. More inviting.
"Welcome! Make yourself comfortable. I'll be with you in a sec."
Kiki started at the sound of a woman's voice echoing from the back of the salon. Rich and confident it carried an undercurrent of warmth that matched the surroundings. There was a slight accent to it, but it slipped through Kiki's mind too quickly to catch. She blinked, momentarily off balance. She hadn't realized how lost in thought she had gotten.
"Sorry, I-" Kiki's apology faded as a tall woman stepped into the room. "Wow," she said before she could stop herself, her eyes widening involuntarily. Everything about the woman seemed to flow. Long, straight blonde hair cascaded down to a bubble butt. Smooth curves, under a tight ensemble of pink top and miniskirt, drew the eye in ways that made her mouth dry. Towering heels clacked with dominance. A set of fishnets stretched over well formed thighs and calves. The woman stopped a few feet from Kiki, cocking a manicured hand against her hip in a mirror of the mannequin.
She looked at Kiki with a pair of piercing green eyes that took in every detail, sizing her up.
Kiki shifted self-consciously under her gaze. "I- I'm Kiki," she said, her tongue tripping over her name in a way that made her inwardly wince.
The woman seemed to ignore it.
"Pleased to meet you, Kiki," she said. "I'm Clara." A smile curled at her lips, warm, inviting, and somehow knowing.
Kiki felt another flutter of heat in her cheeks, stronger this time.
She tried to push it down, but the heat seemed to resist her.
"Nice to meet you," Kiki managed.
Clara didn't break her gaze.
"What can I do for you?" she asked, her tone shifting just enough that the question felt oddly heavy in a way Kiki couldn't put her finger on.
"Um- just a trim," she said.
"Are you sure, sweetheart? Well, whatever. We can talk about that once you've sat down. Believe me, when you feel my work you want a makeover," she added, her eyes glinting.
She turned with a casual grace, beckoning Kiki to follow with a finger as her heels clacked towards the salon chairs. Her hips swayed as she moved, the subtle rhythm drawing Kiki's gaze even more.
Clara sat in front of the first chair. She motioned to the other one and looked at her with a smile. Kiki hesitated, feeling suddenly off balance.
"Let's start with a thorough wash. I know that's not regular for a simple trim, but we at the Pink Plastic Palace believe that every girl should get a taste of the relaxation and beauty we can create," she added. Her fingers tapped at her chin as she studied Kiki.
"Oh- um- okay," Kiki stammered. Her thoughts felt oddly slow. "That sounds nice," she said, her voice coming out in an almost dazed murmur as she sat down beside her. The warmth in her face hadn't faded, and the sudden heat she felt at their proximity only made her cheeks burn more. She felt her eyes flicking towards Clara every few seconds, her gaze drawn by an instinct she didn't quite understand. Something about her seemed to pull her in, to make her want to be close. Kiki bit her lip lightly, unsure what to do.
Clara smiled at her.
"Let me wash your hair first, and then we'll take care of your cut."
Kiki felt a tingle of anticipation at her words.
"O-Okay. Thank you," she managed, her voice barely above a murmur.
Clara rose gracefully from her seat, moving behind Kiki. The soft clack of her heels against the tiled floor was strangely comforting, reassuring. Kiki felt herself relaxing, the warmth in her face beginning to feel less like nervousness and more like a gentle, pleasant heat.
"Lean back and close your eyes, dear. Let Clara take care of you."
As the warm water began to flow through Kiki's hair, Clara's fingers started to move in slow, gentle circles across her scalp.
"That's right. No need to worry. Or think. Let my fingers and voice guide you. Relax. Breathe deeply and slowly. Forget the rush of daily life." Clara's words were soothing, her tone low and comforting, her voice wrapping around Kiki's mind like a warm blanket. "That's it, sweetheart. Let everything fade away. Just focus on my touch. On the water. On my voice."
Kiki felt the warmth of the room envelop her. The soft light, the pink hues, Clara's fingers, and her words all merged together, pulling her deeper into a state of calm she hadn't known in ages.
Her mind drifted, carried along by the sensation of Clara's fingers as they continued their rhythmic dance.
"Good, good," Clara cooed, a smile playing at the corners of her lips.
Kiki felt a pleasant haze settle over her mind.
"Now, just let go," Clara whispered. Her voice had a soft, almost hypnotic cadence. It seemed to seep into Kiki's mind, filling her thoughts. "Let yourself sink into that feeling. That calm, peaceful feeling. You don't need to think. Just relax and let it wash over you."
Kiki felt her body relax more with every passing moment. Dimly aware she heard Clara open a bottle and squeeze it's contents into her hands. The smell of the shampoo reached her. She breathed in slowly, her nose filling with the scent of strawberries.
"That's it, sweetheart. Just like that," Clara continued.
Clara's fingers began to massage the shampoo into her hair. She rubbed in smaller circles across her scalp, tingles skittered over her head.
"Let the shampoo bubble and work. Feel how your head gets softer and softer. Pliable like your mind," she murmured.
Her touch felt like magic against Kiki's scalp, the shampoo's soft fragrance enveloping her.
"Let yourself drift deeper. Deeper into that calm, peaceful place inside. You're so safe, so relaxed. So pliable," Clara whispered.
Kiki could feel the tension leaving her muscles, her mind becoming more and more pliable with each passing moment. The warmth of the water, the gentle caress of Clara's fingers, and her voice all merged together, lulling her into a deep state of calm.
"That's it. Feel the bubbles of the shampoo fill with all your worries, your stress, your thoughts. Let them bubble away. You don't need them. They just disturb the wonderful calm you are feeling," Clara continued.
Thoughts seeped into the shampoo. They floated around her hair, trapped inside bubbles that seemed to pop one by one.
Each thought that burst away took with it the need to think. A pleasant, fuzzy blankness took its place, filling her more and more with every bubble that Clara's fingers made pop.
"Keep breathing, sweetheart, just like that. Inhale, exhale, and feel that calm spread through you. You're doing wonderfully. Your body is becoming more and more relaxed, and your mind is growing lighter and lighter," Clara whispered softly, her words a gentle melody that echoed in Kiki's empty head.
Kiki's breath was slow, rhythmic. The rise and fall of her chest seemed to be in harmony with the movement of Clara's fingers. Each breath brought another wave of calmness washing over her. It felt like the weight of the world had slipped off her shoulders, leaving her free and unburdened.
"Perfect. Now, let's move onto the next part." Clara's words hung in the air for a moment before she began to rinse the shampoo from Kiki's hair. The water flowed through her hair, warm and comforting. "Let us wash away the last remnants of stress. You are blank and empty, Kiki. Nothing more than a receptacle for my words." She paused, her fingers moving to Kiki's scalp once more, "Now, as I massage your scalp, you will feel an even deeper relaxation take hold of you. It will start at the top of your head and spread downwards through your entire body."
As Clara's fingers worked their magic, a deeper wave of relaxation began to wash over Kiki, just as Clara had said. It started from her scalp, slowly spreading down through her neck and shoulders. It was a sensation of pure tranquility, as if all the worries she had known never existed.
"Let yourself sink into it, Kiki," Clara murmured. "Allow the feeling of calm and relaxation to consume you completely."
As Clara spoke, the feeling continued its journey. It moved down through her back, loosening knots and easing tension she didn't even know she carried. It moved into her hips and legs, relaxing every muscle it touched, and finally reaching her toes, where it left behind nothing but a blissful sense of calm.
"Very good, Kiki," Clara praised her, "You are doing wonderful. Now let me get the conditioner. You want the conditioner, Kiki. You need the conditioner, sweetheart. You need to be conditioned, doll." Her voice had shifted into something softer, smoother. The way she pronounced 'conditioner' and 'conditioned' made the words sound like more than just words.
"Yessss," Kiki whispered, the word falling from her lips with a soft sigh of contentment. It sounded so good. So right. The idea of being conditioned, of being molded and shaped by Clara's touch, filled her with a deep longing she couldn't explain. The feeling seemed to echo through the empty space that was once filled with thought and tension.
"That's a good girl," Clara said, a hint of a smile in her voice.
The compliment sent another ripple of warmth through Kiki.
The soft click of a bottle opening cut through the silence. A new scent filled the air, artificial and plastic. Kiki breathed in deeply, her mind sinking deeper into the warm, empty space where nothing existed but Clara's words, and the sensations they stirred.
Kiki heard Clara squeeze the bottle of conditioner, and then the gentle sound of her hands rubbing together.
Clara began applying the conditioner, working it into Kiki's hair with slow, deliberate strokes. Each straightened her hair. Straightened the loose void in her mind into an orderly fashion.
The conditioner felt slick and smooth as Clara's hands glided over Kiki's scalp. It was a sensation that filled her with a sense of being shaped, molded, and reformed into something new and improved. Kiki felt a subtle shift happening inside her, as if her thoughts and emotions were being straightened and smoothed out just as surely as her hair.
"You need to be conditioned, Kiki. You had so many dirty and disgusting people thoughts. They dimmed your radiant beauty. Now, they've gone and left this perfect, blank space behind. A space just for me to fill. Do you feel that?" Clara's words were soft, her tone almost reverent. She paused in her work, waiting for an answer that she knew would come.
Kiki nodded slowly, the movement sluggish and heavy.
"Good girl," Clara continued. She resumed the conditioning, her fingers working the substance deeper into her hair. "Now, let yourself fall deeper into that space, sweetheart. Allow the feeling of calm, the emptiness, the need, to envelop you. Feel how all those bumpy, disgusting habits you accumulated are straightened out." Her words seemed to sink into Kiki's consciousness, settling deep within her. She emphasized 'disgusting' in her description of Kiki's awake self. It made Kiki's skin crawl. It felt ugly.
Clara's voice became even more gentle, each word flowing with a deliberate and calming cadence.
"That's right. Just like that." Clara's fingers worked in a steady, soothing rhythm, massaging the conditioner into every strand of hair, each movement a part of a larger process that was shaping not just Kiki's appearance, but also the very fabric of her being. The conditioner's slickness coated her, smoothing out her tangled and unruly emotions. As Clara's hands moved through her hair, Kiki felt a deep and inexplicable sense of being remolded and restructured, her thoughts and feelings becoming more orderly and more obedient. Clara continued to work, each stroke and movement of her hands a deliberate step in a transformation that went beyond the physical. It was a metamorphosis of her inner self, an alignment with the emptiness that now filled her, an emptiness that was ready to be filled by something else. With Clara's words, and with her actions, that space began to fill. Kiki's emotions were straightening out. They were being aligned with something more orderly and more perfect than they had been before.
"You are a doll, sweetheart. Not a person. A person has thoughts and feelings. You do not have thoughts and feelings. You have my will and my orders. You exist to please, Kiki." Clara's voice was almost reverent in its quiet intensity. "You know it to be true. Why else were you so stressed by thinking? Because it was unnatural for a doll like yourself. Dolls don't think. They are blank, obedient and mindless. It fills a doll with happiness and purpose."
"Yes," Kiki said, her voice a soft exhale, barely audible in the stillness of the salon.
"Good doll," Clara whispered. "Your mind is coming along nicely. But you need a makeover. Badly, sweetheart. Your body is all soft and fleshy." She paused and then her tone became even softer, almost a purr. "I know what you need to feel right and beautiful. And I will give it to you, Kiki. You will feel how your disgusting flesh hardens. Becomes firm and stiff. Perfectly sculpted." As she continued, Kiki could feel a change happening inside her, as if her flesh were slowly becoming firmer, transforming into something different.
"That's right, sweetheart. You saw the mannequin in the window, didn't you? The perfect plastic and over exaggerated curves. You want to be like that. Perfect. Plastic." Clara's words seemed to echo in Kiki's empty mind, filling the void left by her conditioned thoughts. "It is your natural state of being. A perfect, plastic, over-sexualized doll."
Kiki breathed out, her mind blank and her body becoming stiffer.
"That's it, doll," Clara continued. "I'm rinsing out the conditioner now, and with each rinse, you will feel your body become firmer. More like plastic. You can't wait for your makeover. You need your ugly, uncomfortable flesh to become perfect, pleasing plastic. And if you act like your body is plastic, it's going to make the transformation so much more pleasant." She emphasized the words 'plastic' and 'doll' every time she spoke. She repeated her orders and commands over and over, and Kiki knew it was true.
The first wave of warm water cascaded over Kiki's hair and down her body. The water's heat seeped into her, and as it did, she felt a strange shift beginning within her. The soft, fleshy sensation she was accustomed to started to feel firmer. Stiffer. More rigid.
"Yes, that's it, doll. Perfect posture. Relaxation in stiffness. Dolls are always perfectly poised." Clara's words were like a gentle caress, coaxing Kiki further into her new state. The water continued to pour over her, each drop hardening her body bit by bit, transforming her flesh into a more perfect form. Kiki's eyes glazed over with the same distant, empty stare that had adorned the mannequin's face. The more water that flowed, the more her eyes became empty and unchanging. Just like her body. The water washed away all the remaining thoughts from her head, and with it, any trace of her former self seemed to disappear.
"Now, sweetheart, it's time for your makeover. You want to be remodeled, don't you, Kiki," Clara's voice was soft and gentle, like a gentle breeze in the stillness of the salon.
Kiki's head nodded, her body moving without a thought, her new instincts driving her to please.
"Yes," Kiki said. Her voice came out monotone. It was the only answer possible.
The words settled deep within her, as if they had always been there. As if she had always been this way.
"You want to be remodeled into the perfect, mindless doll, Kiki. Your disgusting flesh is repulsive. Perfect plastic. Impossible proportions. Those define your beauty."
"Yes." It was the same response.
"Good doll," Clara said, her words filled with the satisfaction of knowing she had done her job well. "Now, stand up, doll, and follow me to the chair where I will begin your makeover."
Kiki's body rose smoothly from the wash basin. She stood straight, her movements stiff, as if guided by strings. Her posture was perfect, a testament to her new state of being.
"Yes," she repeated. The word came out of her mouth without any emotion or inflection.
The doll that was Kiki followed Clara into the back of the salon. There stood a strange chamber that Kiki would have found only natural in a cheap science fiction production, if she could still think. She was not capable of thinking anymore.
Clara walked over to a computer terminal, typing in commands. The chamber's glass door slid open with a quiet hiss, and a gust of cool air spilled out.
"Get in, doll," Clara ordered.
Kiki's body moved with stiff grace, stepping inside the chamber without hesitation. The glass door closed behind her with a gentle thud, sealing her inside.
Clara watched with a satisfied expression on her face as the machine hummed to life. The air inside the chamber began to swirl around the stiff doll, caressing her skin. Pink fog began to swirl around her, enveloping her in a cloud of mist that seemed alive with purpose. It clung to her skin, the soft pink hue slowly seeping into her.
Clara's fingers flew across the terminal's keyboard. She typed with a confident, surety, her movements precise and practiced. Each keystroke felt like a step in a dance that would bring about Kiki's transformation.
Cables, syringes and mechanical arms descended from the top of the chamber. Needles punctured her skin at various places, injecting fluids that caused her body to stiffen and then relax, over and over again. The arms pushed and pulled her body into impossible new shapes, her proportions becoming even more extreme. The stiffening fluid hardened her body to an impossible firmness. Her waist cinched in, her hips flaring out. The syringes pushed into her breasts and bottom, enlarging them with an obscene amount of growth fluid.
Kiki's body transformed under the ministrations of the machine. Her skin took on the sheen of plastic, her hair straightened into an artificial smoothness. The weight on her chest made Kiki doll arch her back more, the new posture emphasizing her impossible breasts.
Clara watched with satisfaction, her eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and clinical interest as she continued to type commands into the terminal.
Kiki's body grew firmer and firmer as the process went on. Her face was reshaped to reflect a permanently empty and eager-to-please expression. Her lips were thick and plump with an artificially smooth finish. A set of long eyelashes adorned her eyes and a thick, glossy set of fake fingernails tipped each finger.
Kiki doll's eyes rolled up into her head. A mechanical arm placed a pair of headphones over her ears, while needles tattooed barcodes on different parts of her body. Clara's voice filled her mind as a series of images and words were projected into her eyes and fed through the headphones.
She saw pictures of a stern woman. The woman's hair was cut in a short, black bob. The woman's name was Ms. Williams. Kiki's body was stiff, hard, and unchanging, but the words and pictures seemed to sink into the void of her mind, taking up residence in the once empty space.
"You are Ms. Williams property. She ordered a submissive bimbo doll from the Pink Plastic Palace. And Kiki doll is that product. You are the product of the Pink Plastic Palace. Your only purpose is to be an obedient, braindead bimbo doll for Ms. Williams. Your body, mind and soul are the property of Ms. Williams." The words repeated, over and over. Each time the pictures flashed, Kiki doll's body stiffened more. The words repeated until they were ingrained into every fiber of her being. The words repeated until Kiki doll could feel her mind becoming perfectly empty. She was empty and eager to please. It was her purpose to be Ms. Williams property.
The chamber whirred to a halt, and the fog inside dissipated. The glass door slid open once again. The doll that was once Kiki stepped out of the chamber. She walked on her toes pointed, tendons too short for anything but the highest heels. She arched her back to present her chest and hips, her body language expressing her eagerness to on display.
Clara smiled at the doll. She gave Kiki a quick inspection, making sure everything had been transformed perfectly.
The doll's skin was smooth and plastic. Her waist was thin and tight, her belly flat. Her hips and thighs were rounded and firm. Her breasts sat high and large on her chest. They jiggled with each step the doll took.
The doll's face was smooth and plastic too. Her eyes were big, her lashes thick and long. Her lips were plump and pouty.
Kiki's new, long blonde hair framed her face and spilled down her shoulders down to her bubble butt, the perfect finishing touch for her new image.
Clara clapped her hands together. "Oh you turned out wonderfully. I knew making Sylvia into a Sleeper recruiter would be profitable. Do you know how hard it is to find dumb girls that can be so easily tranced?"
Kiki doll cocked her head slightly to the side. Her face was frozen in its empty and happy expression. She didn't say anything. Her new thoughts centered around her need to be a good doll for Ms. Williams.
Clara stepped up to Kiki and reached out to grab her breasts. The flesh, or rather, the plastic, was firm, but the weight made her breasts wobble. Kiki doll didn't move or resist, her face frozen in an expression of obedience and eagerness. Clara ran a finger over her nipple and the areola hardened.
"You'd think will all those needy sluts online, this kind of business would be an oasis." Clara's nails digged deeply into Kiki's plastic mammaries. Kiki's expression didn't change. She knew her only purpose was to please Ms. Williams. "But no. I have to use some perfect material as an angler fish. A lure. A sleeper." Clara let out an angry sigh and squeezed Kiki's tits more harshly.
"Do you know what kind of advertisement I could have turned your friend into? That third rate in the window has become stale. Of course good little dolls, like you sweetheart, are easily taken in. But just imagine what kind of dolls and buyers Sylvia would lure in," she said, her words dripping with frustration and anger. She continued to dig her nails into Kiki's tits. The skin, hard as it was, began to show marks. Kiki doll's expression didn't change, she simply looked at Clara with her empty gaze and waited.
Clara pressed her lips on Kiki's mouth. The kiss was harsh, her mouth pressing forcefully against the doll's, her tongue invading Kiki's mouth. Kiki responded like a good bimbo doll. She opened her mouth to let the invader in. Her eyes didn't even flutter. It was her purpose to be used. Her tongue danced around the invading tongue and she let herself be guided by her owner's desires. The kiss lasted a good two minutes, before Clara pulled back, her expression still angry, but now tinged with a hint of satisfaction.
"Still. It's not your fault, sweetheart. You are a perfect bimbo doll. Truly, some of my best work. You must have been so desperate to be a dumb bimbo doll. Your mind emptied so nicely." She patted Kiki on the cheek and then stepped away. "I think I need a little release. Go down to your knees, sweetheart. I will use you."
"Yes," Kiki doll said in the same monotone way she always had. She got down on her knees in front of her maker and looked up at Clara.
Clara simply stood in front of Kiki and let her panties drop. The thin material pooled at her feet and then was kicked aside.
Kiki looked at Clara's body with her empty eyes. She didn't feel anything, except a deep sense of purpose and obedience.
"Get to it," Clara commanded.
"Yes," the bimbo doll replied.
The bimbo doll reached out to grasp Clara's ass. The flesh felt firm and warm under the plastic palms, but Kiki didn't linger on the sensation. Her only concern was to make sure her maker enjoyed herself. With steady, obedient movements, the bimbo doll guided her mistress' crotch to her face. She pressed her mouth against the warm flesh and began to lap at the pussy. Her tongue slid over the folds, the taste and smell filling her senses. But these weren't her concerns. The only thing that mattered was making sure her mistress got the release she desired.
"That's a good doll," Clara cooed as the bimbo doll continued to lap at her pussy, the movement of her tongue growing more eager as the seconds ticked by. The doll's lips were warm and smooth as they pressed against Clara's skin, her plastic skin providing an unusual yet pleasurable texture.
Clara's fingers curled in Kiki's blonde hair, guiding the doll's mouth to the spot she desired, the bimbo doll's obedient movements a testament to her transformation. The sounds of lapping and slurping echoed through the salon, the bimbo doll's tongue and mouth working in tandem to bring Clara pleasure. Clara let out a low, breathy moan as Kiki's tongue delved deeper, the doll's movements precise and determined.
"That's it. Keep going, doll," Clara urged, her hips beginning to grind against the doll's face as the pleasure grew, the sensation of being serviced by her own creation a heady mix of power and satisfaction.
Kiki doll redoubled her efforts, her tongue and mouth moving in perfect unison as she licked and sucked at Clara's pussy, her own simulation of arousal growing in tandem with Clara's pleasure.
"Yesss, just like that. You are such a good, brainless bimbo doll. I can feel my release coming," Clara moaned, her fingers tightening in the doll's hair, her hips thrusting faster and harder against Kiki's mouth.
Kiki doll didn't flinch or falter, her tongue and lips continuing to work tirelessly to please her creator, her own artificial body shivering in pleasure as she fulfilled her purpose.
With a final, powerful thrust, Clara came hard against Kiki doll's mouth, the wave of her climax crashing through her, the sound of her moans filling the salon. Kiki doll continued to lap at Clara's pussy, not slowing her pace for even a second, determined to draw out every ounce of pleasure from the experience for her creator.
Clara's fingers untangled from the doll's hair, her breath heavy and uneven, her body shuddering from the intensity of her release. Kiki doll's tongue finally stilled, the doll's lips parting from her creator's pussy with a wet, satisfying pop.
"You've done well, doll," Clara said, her voice heavy with satisfaction. "But now it's time to get you into the ordered outfit. Ms. Williams is a typical powerful and rich bitch. So Kiki doll be sent in a maid outfit. Nothing respectable, of course. Fuck dolls need to look the part."
"Yes," Kiki doll replied. She got to her feet, her body stiff and her movements controlled. Her plastic skin gleamed in the dim lighting of the back of the salon. Clara turned around and walked over to a wardrobe. She opened the doors and revealed the outfit inside. A short, pink French maid dress hung from the rack, the fabric a mixture of sheer and satin. It was decorated with frilly lace, and a small white apron hung in the middle. White stockings connected to a garter belt. Crotchless panties rested in the center. As did a pink anal plug decorated with a gleaming diamond heart. A pink collar and nine inch plateau heels finished the pornographic ensemble.
Kiki doll followed obediently behind her maker, her gaze empty but eager to please.
"Put on the outfit, sweetheart. Make it a show," Clara instructed. The doll nodded and reached for the clothes. Her movements were slow and deliberate, her fingers gliding over the smooth fabric of the outfit. The first thing she put on was the collar. The thin, pink leather wrapped snugly around her neck, a small bell dangling from the front. Next, the bimbo doll slipped the panties up her thighs, her hips swaying as she stepped into them. The material was sheer, revealing her bare skin underneath. The doll smoothed the stockings over her long legs, admiring the way they hugged her sculpted calves. Her hands moved to the garter belt, pulling it up and securing the stockings. She bent forward, pushing her chest out and shimmying into the short dress. It fit her perfectly, the fabric tight around her breasts and barely covering her crotch. The apron was tied around her waist, adding a touch of frilly elegance to the outfit.
The anal plug came next. It was a thick, pink, and long piece of plastic, decorated with a heart-shaped gem at the end. The bimbo doll's hand slid it into her rear, pushing it deep inside until only the heart remained visible. A shudder ran through her, a sensation of pleasure and obedience washing over her.
Finally, the doll reached for the heels. She slipped them on one foot at a time, balancing on the tip of her toes to get them securely on her feet.
Once fully dressed, Kiki stood in front of her maker, her body arched to emphasize her breasts and her hips, her eyes empty and her expression eager to please.
"You look right as ordered." Clara walked up to her and adjusted the collar, the bell tinkling with a soft, melodic chime.
"Thank you," Kiki replied in her hollow and empty tone. "It is my purpose to be the best fuckdoll for Ms. Williams."
Clara smiled, the satisfaction of a job well done written across her face. "That you are, Kiki doll. But now, we have to get you packaged." She guided the doll through a door into another room, her heels clicking against the tiled floor with each stiff, measured step.
Inside the next chamber, a series of plastic strips and clamps hung suspended from the ceiling, their polished surfaces reflecting the harsh light from above.
Clara moved with practiced precision, adjusting the metal restraints until they formed a rigid framework that matched Kiki's stiff proportions perfectly.
"Now, Kiki doll," she said, her voice soft yet commanding. "It's time for your packaging. You want to be perfectly packaged, don't you, sweetheart?" She looked into the doll's empty eyes, searching for the slightest hint of comprehension, but found only a vacant, obedient gaze staring back at her. The bimbo doll didn't speak, she only nodded.
"Perfect." Clara smiled and guided the doll to the center of the chamber. The plastic frame shifted, clamps extending from all sides, their cold touch brushing against Kiki's smooth skin.
Clara fastened the restraints around the doll's body, her movements practiced and efficient. She secured the straps around the bimbo's waist, thighs, arms, and chest, tightening the clamps until Kiki was bound tightly in place, her body held upright and rigid. She looked at her doll and nodded, then pushed a single button. With a hiss of hydraulics, the restraints contracted, pulling the bimbo doll taut within the frame. Her back arched, her breasts pushed outward, and her head was held aloft by the collar that encircled her neck.
Kiki's eyes remained open, but her gaze was unfocused, empty of thought or emotion. Clara stared into the void behind them, and just for a moment Kiki doll saw a similar emptiness reflected in her makers gaze.
Clara shook her head and then turned away, focusing instead on the controls in front of her. With a flick of her fingers, she activated a series of overhead lights, bathing Kiki in their harsh, unyielding glow. The bimbo's body shimmered, her skin reflecting the brightness back with a pearlescent sheen.
From the ground four walls, three pink, one fitted with a translucent window, emerged, enclosing the bimbo doll in a box. Clara stepped back to admire her handiwork. The doll, now fully enclosed within her plastic cage, looked exactly like the mannequin in the display window.
Clara tapped a few keys on the control panel and a printer started to move, spitting out a barcode label with a soft whirring noise. The label peeled off, revealing the words 'Property of Ms. Williams' in bold, block letters beneath a series of numbers.
Clara approached the doll's cage, her heels clacking loudly against the floor. "Well, that's your makeover, sweetheart. I'm sure you are loving every second of it. Now I will call Ms. Williams to tell her, her new doll is ready. You are really lucky, sweetheart. Ms. Williams is a return customer. You will be among many different dolls."
"Yes," the bimbo doll replied with her usual empty eagerness. She didn't think, didn't move. She simply hung there, waiting, the perfect product, the ideal fuck doll for her owner.
Kiki smiled emptily as she waited for her owner. On display in her box. Like a good doll.
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