Published: Jul 12, 2024

My one-hundred and thirty-fifth caption, Part 2 of a short two-parter that's a continuation of one of @CaptionCutie's captions, Synchronized Doll!

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Mr. Wallach wasted no time grabbing you, picking you up and flipping you around. Just the feeling of being touched and manhandled sent electricity surging through “your” body, causing you to heat up and blush. He dropped you unceremoniously back into the box, face down, and redid the ropes around your hands, relocating them to your arms instead. Your legs were pushed and tucked up too, forcing you to display your new, shapely ass to him.

“I must admit, I didn’t expect you to be quite as realistic as they claimed. If I didn’t know, I wouldn’t be able to tell you apart from a real flesh and blood woman.” Mr. Wallach remarked as he gave your ass a squeeze, causing bolts of pleasure to shoot through your brain as he rubbed your feet and legs too. “It really is such a shame I had to resort to… replacing Tania with a machine like you. She looked oh so pretty with those nice nylon stockings of hers…”

“P-Please… let me go, sir. I don’t know anything.” You began to tear up, your emotions a complete mess between the absolute pleasure and terror.

“Oh, you don’t have to be sad, sweet cheeks. Soon, your mind will be a bubbly, panting mess, and all my ”dirty laundry” will be but a distant memory.” He “reassured”, suddenly grabbing a handful of my nylons and yanking as hard as he could. They ripped apart with little effort, fully revealing my gray panties. “Just relax and breathe for me, doll. I’m going to give you some limited movement for this next part. Makes things a little more exciting for me.”

“No, please! Don’t do this!” You tried to shout to no avail, your voice level having some sort of “limiter” on it. You could hear the sound of him unbuckling his belt and his pants falling to the floor, but couldn’t see it from where you were laying. “Please, Mr. Wallach! I won’t tell anyone! Please!”

“Don’t worry, doll. I know you won’t.” He denied with a smirk, running his hand through your brown hair before pulling your panties down, fully revealing your womanhood. There was a brief moment of pause, a deathly silent span of time where the world stood still, before he finally stuck it inside of you.

It was like a grenade had gone off in your brain as he stuck his throbbing hot member between your womanly lips, grabbing your waist with both hands to give himself more leverage. Each subsequent thrust was just like that, sending unimaginable levels of pleasure to your overwhelmed brain. You tried to struggle against him with the limited amount of movement he had “gifted” you, but between the ropes binding you and your diminutive strength, there was nothing you could do to fight off his assault. You could only close your eyes and moan weakly, forced to accept what was happening to you.

Unbeknownst to you, each thrust was slowly taking something away from your mind. Names, dates, places, and old childhood memories were forcibly replaced with new ones, eventually leaving behind a hollow, but bubbly shell of who you once were. In your mind, this was all perfectly normal, and even if there had been a way to tell you were being “replaced”, you were too “distracted” to act on it. The optional extras he had preprogrammed into you took over your more complex thoughts, only serving to make you act as his perfect, slutty secretary. You existed only to serve and love Mr. Wallach. Finally, he climaxed inside of you, fully erasing any remains of your old personality. You were now Nadine, his loyal, perfect secretary. His perfect doll.

“Well, my doll… you passed the test with flying colors. How do you feel?” Mr. Wallach asked, undoing your restraints and giving you full motor control.

“I feel great, Mr. Wallach!” You said with a wide grin, kneeling in front of him. He seemed to find this quite amusing, especially as his seed dripped down your leg. You felt so energized and pleased to have served your purpose. All you wanted to do was make sure he was always satisfied and happy.

“Who are you, what are you, and what are your primary directives, doll?” Mr. Wallach asked, getting you to perk up and smile even harder.

“I’m your O.B.D.Ns Company Humanoid Autonomous Nanite Android, or H.A.N.A for short!” You answered, not missing a beat as you read directly from your own programming line. “You have designated this unit as Nadine, RedEclipse Executive Secretary and Stress Relief unit, programmed in administrative tasks, interpersonal communication, and sexual stimulation!”

“Very good, Nadine.” He nodded with a smile, giving you a head pat. You beamed at his affection, acting like a doting puppy as he pulled his pants back up and fixed his shirt and tie. “I have to be at a meeting in twenty minutes. Get yourself cleaned up, organize my loose files, and hold any calls until I return around 1:00PM… oh, I almost forgot. Please have that thing over there boxed up and ready for shipping. It needs to be sent to O.B.D.Ns later today.”

“Yes sir, Mr. Wallach!” You happily agreed, grabbing a towel and beginning your self-cleaning procedure. You had so much to do! You had to make yourself presentable for Mr. Wallach and other employees, go through and reorganize his files, and follow all his orders! You loved every second of it!

Mr. Wallach walked out of the office with a smirk, confident that all mental traces of Kornel Leśnik had been completely wiped from existence. Now, the only loose end left was the body. Luckily, Nadine would take care of that, and he’d get a nice little “refund” from O.B.D.Ns when their men came to pick up the package. What the company does to the body, he did not know and he especially did not care. All that mattered to the monster of a man was that O.B.D.Ns would take the "terminated" employee with no questions asked. No paper trail, and no loose ends. Just the way he liked it. They had been instrumental in getting rid of his other problem before, Tania, and this time he had gotten a nice bonus in the form of his new personal fucktoy.

Eventually, RedEclipse would be acquired by O.B.D.Ns, becoming a subsidiary to the larger corporation. Mr. Wallach would retire from the business world after the acquisition, leaving his underlings hanging high and dry while he went on to live a simple life of pleasure with his unaging, perfect doll, Nadine. After all, she wouldn’t age, she wouldn’t complain, and she especially wouldn’t talk back to the man, no matter how awful the “request” was…