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Bella couldn’t believe how packed the mall was today. Sure, they were having a complex-wide sale, but it wasn’t Black Friday levels of savings or anything. She was totally crushed in the crowd, unable to even see where she was trying to go. It was getting so unbearable, she just wanted to go home!
Suddenly, however, while she was trying to figure out a way through the crowd, she felt something cover her ears. She soon realized they were headphones when she heard music playing from them. Somehow, she managed to turn around and face the man who had placed them on her head. He was very tall, looming over her own petite frame, making her mind go blank for a moment…. She shook her head, trying to focus.
“Er, excuse me, I don’t think-”
“Sorry?” He leaned down, making his face level with hers, though much too closely for her liking.
“Oh, um, sorry,” she stuttered, trying to back away, but finding herself unable to with all the people. “It's just that,er, I don’t think-”
“That’s right, you don’t.”
Huh? What did he mean? “Uh, what?”
“I mean that you don’t think.” He said, nonchalantly taking out his phone.
What? What was he saying? Bella was starting to become aggravated. “Look, if you’re trying to hit on me or something, it’s not working!”
“Almost got it…” The man muttered, completely ignoring her, tapping around on his phone instead.
Alright, she was done with him. “I don’t have time for this! Just take-”
All of a sudden, she was hit with a wave of pure exhaustion, like nothing she’d ever felt before. Her arms dropped to her sides like dead weight, unable to fight the fatigue. Her mouth hung open, a bit of drool already beginning to dribble out. What was happening to her? She tried to rub her eyes, but her arms just felt so heavy…
“Ugh, finally.” He rolled his eyes, putting the phone back in his pocket. “Okay, girly, time to go.”
She barely registered the hand that had grabbed her own, pulling her along through the crowd. He seemed to know exactly where to go, walking through the pack of people as if it were an empty floor, as if he’d done it a hundred times before.
They made it to a storefront, though it appeared to be closed, the lights being off and the door being locked. He fumbled with his keys for a bit while the weakness in her body multiplied, clouding her mind tenfold. Bella knew that falling asleep would be disastrous, but she was just so tired… She didn’t know how long she could fight it.
The door opened, and she was led inside, though her legs felt like they would give out any second. In fact, they did, just as the man had locked the door behind him. One moment she was standing, and the next her face had hit the floor. That wasn’t the worst part, however; the shock left her brain defenseless one moment too long, overriding her determination, forcing her into a deep sleep.
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“Hey, Mattie!” The man yelled, scooping up the girl's helpless body with ease. “I’ve got our girl!”
“Fuck, could you be any louder, Karl?” Another man appeared from behind a curtain leading into the back of the store, rubbing his temples. “Everything’s already set up, but you’d better hurry. The client wants her by nine.”
Karl waved his hand. “No biggie, you know I’ve got this, mi amour .”
Matt’s teeth grinded together so hard, one could claim that they heard one crack. “Don’t call me that, you lying sack of shit. The last girl was two days late. Two days!”
“Well, if I can’t find a good match, then I can’t find a good match! I can’t help that, now can I?”
Matt just rolled his eyes and adjusted his glasses. “Just hurry up, okay?” With that, he settled down behind the counter, set on ignoring his partner for the time being.
“Yes, yes, I got this.” And with that, Karl took the girl behind the curtain.
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Bella floated through her subconscious, the whispers of the music convulsing in patterns around her. She tried to focus on them, but found herself unable to for long without zoning out. Soon though, a much clearer voice rang out, playing in time with the noise.
You feel so relaxed, so sleepy.
She did, she really did. She had never felt so relaxed in her life.
You feel so happy in this relaxed state, so very content.
Mmm… That was true, as well. She wouldn’t mind being this relaxed forever…
Being this relaxed is pleasurable, the most pleasurable thing you’ve ever felt.
She felt heat run through her body. Oh, it felt so amazing…! She managed to let out a moan from the stimulation.
You find that you don’t care about what happens to you, as long as you can stay this relaxed, this stimulated.
That statement worried her for a moment, but the noise drowned out the warning signals. She did feel so incredibly happy… She decided that she didn’t care what happened to her, letting the last of her defenses fall.
You will listen to my words and obey them.
She will listen to its words and obey them.
Good girl.
Oh…! The pleasure she felt from those two words was unbelievable. She couldn’t imagine not being in this state, couldn’t imagine being without this feeling.
You are sitting now, yes?
Vaguely, a million miles away, she felt her body being set down in a chair.
Very good. Now, you will find that your fingers are locking in place, unable to be moved from their positions.
She found that to be true, her fingers beginning to feel numb.
You will find that the numbness in spreading up your hands and into your arms, your shoulders, your core.
The numbness did spread, freezing her limp body in place, from her head to her toes. Another pang of fear was diminished, her trust in the voice being more important to her now.
You may not be able to move your own body, but others can move it for you. If someone tries to adjust your arm, your body will move.
She felt someone move her arm for her, and found those words to be true.
You are not moving your arm, the other person is. You are completely helpless, unable to move on your own.
She was completely helpless. Even though her arm was in an uncomfortable position now, she was unable to adjust it, not even an inch.
You love feeling this helpless. You love not being able to move for yourself. Anytime someone moves your body for you, your pleasure will increase.
It was true, it was true… Oh, the pleasure was getting too much. She was moaning aloud, the heat continuing to spread across her body.
Good girl. Cum.
She practically screamed from the sensation, from the pure bliss that spread through her body and mind. It was the best orgasm she’s ever had, her pussy seeming to convulse forever.
Finally, though, her body calmed down, and her attention returned to the voice.
The numbness is spreading once more, to your vocal chords. You find yourself unable to speak, to moan.
Immediately, her moans stopped. She was totally silent now.
When someone says “freeze,” you will return to this frozen state. Understood?
Yes… Oh, how she longed for that, for those words…
Good girl. Cum.
Again, pleasure wracked her body, making her mind go totally blank.
Now, you will feel the numbness leaving your body, letting your body relax in place.
She felt her arm fall across her lap.
However, you still cannot move by yourself. You are limp and helpless, even more so than before. You cannot retain a pose, even.
She found it to be true, her arm feeling like dead weight now. She couldn’t imagine being able to move it at all.
You love feeling this helpless, this useless.
She loved feeling this helpless.
Good girl. Cum.
She gasped, the ecstasy once again overtaking her.
When someone says “fall,” you will return to this limp state. Understood?
Mm… she did understand… She loved those words, these commands that made her feel so wonderful…
Good girl. Cum.
Bliss, wonderful bliss.
Now, I need you to move, just a little, and then be frozen once more.
Oh… she didn’t know if she could move. She didn’t want to at all. But if the voice said so, then she would have to.
Smile for me.
Slowly, she felt her mouth twitch up into a small, sweet smile.
Good girl. Now, open your eyes.
Her eyes felt so very heavy, but she managed to blink them open, trying to make them focus.
Look straight.
She did, staring at an unfamiliar room.
You do not need to focus your eyes. You do not need to blink. You just need to look forward.
She let her eyes be still, no longer caring about the shapes in her vision or the impulsive need to blink.
You do not feel pain from not blinking.
Any pain she felt disappeared immediately.
Freeze.
Finally, back to her happy place
You feel normal this way. You do not want to close your eyes again. You love the fact that your eyes are always open.
She did. She didn’t dare even think about closing her eyes. Why would she, when she felt so happy, so blissful, so helpless?
Good girl. Cum.
So wonderful, so pleasurable, so still…
Movement is becoming foreign to you. You do not want to ever move again of your own free will.
She never wanted to be free of this state, this sensation… The pleasure was simply too great.
You don’t even want to think about moving again. You hate those memories of movement, of speech.
She found herself becoming disgusted with herself, her past self. Remembering herself walking through the city park repulsed her, and visualizing herself eating ice cream with her parents made her want to gag. Happy memories, sad memories, they had all become tainted with the fact that she was moving. She couldn’t bear to think about them anymore!
You do not need these terrible memories. If they disgust you, then you should let them go.
Oh, the voice was so smart! She should just forget them, relax and let them go…
Every time you forget, you will cum. Every time you cum, you will forget. Forget everything up until now, forget all of those pesky memories.
Any worry she had was so suppressed that she couldn’t even tell it was there. She couldn’t wait to be free, to be happy again!
Good girl. Cum.
She cummed, forgetting the times she had walked to school. And as soon as she forgot, she cummed again, forgetting the times she had given presentations at work. She cummed, forgetting the times she had swam at the public pool.
She cummed and forgot, over and over, her sense of time depleting into nothingness.
Finally, or, too soon, she stopped, forgetting everything, all of her memories having been removed. She felt proud of herself, though she wasn’t sure why. She was helpless, and that was all that mattered, being unable to move or speak, being totally helpless.
She drifted in her mind for a while, a constant buzz of pleasure warming her body, making her feel so relaxed and happy.
What do you remember?
Oh, the voice… She’d almost forgotten. She contemplated for a moment, searching her brain for anything, any memories at all…
Well, she remembered the voice. She remembered being frozen, being limp, being stimulated…
And that was it. That was all she remembered.
Good girl. Cum.
She cummed, feeling the true bliss of having no memories.
You do not remember anything. You don’t remember your childhood.
Of course not… she had no memories of that.
How were you created?
She pondered that. Well, she must’ve been born, but that didn’t make any sense at all. She was already so big, not a small little baby…
If you were not born, then you must’ve been made.
Been… made? That didn’t make much sense, either. She was a person, wasn’t she? She had to have been born… but then she would’ve remembered that right? Ugh, she was so confused!
You were not born, so you cannot be a person.
But she had skin, blood, tissue, everything that came with being a person… right?
You are not a person.
Suddenly, she wasn’t so sure of herself. Who had told her that she was made of all that stuff? She didn’t know. Was it her? Had she made up that fact about herself?
You are not a person.
The more the voice said it, the more she wanted to believe it. All it had ever told her were truths, so she couldn’t imagine it lying to her.
You are not a person.
Hmm…
You were not born, so you cannot be a person.
The logic was sound. So… she supposed it was true. She decided to believe the voice.
You are not a person.
She was not a person.
You are not a person.
She was not a person.
The voice repeated that for a few moments, letting any doubts in her empty mind be thrown out, replaced with the new knowledge that she wasn’t a person.
Good girl. Cum
She cummed, feeling so happy to know that she wasn’t a person. She’d just been confused is all…
If you are not a person, then what are you?
Hmm… she didn’t know. What could she be?
If you are not a person, then you must be an object.
An object? That did make sense. After all, she wasn’t a person, and there wasn’t much else she could be otherwise.
You are an object.
She was an object
Specifically, you are a mannequin.
Yes, that did make sense. She did have arms and legs, after all, a humanoid shape. That must’ve been why she had become confused.
You are a mannequin.
She was a mannequin.
You are a mannequin.
She was a mannequin.
Good girl. Cum.
She cummed, fully accepting her status as an object.
All you need to know in life is that you are a mannequin. Anything else is useless information to you, anything else does not matter. You know your commands, you know your pleasure. That is all you need to know.
It was true. Nothing else mattered. It’s not like she was going anywhere, after all. She was just a mannequin, an object, something to be put on display for the real people.
Every time you forget useless, unneeded information, you will cum. Every time you cum, you will forget. Forget everything, every fact you don’t need, any knowledge of things that do not affect your life as a mannequin.
Pleasure ran through her in anticipation.
Good girl. Cum.
She cummed, happy to have found her purpose, forgetting any other purposes out there. She cummed, happy to let go of useless information, forgetting what the outside looks like. She cummed, happy to be frozen and silent, forgetting what those concepts even meant.
Once more, in a cycle, cumming and forgetting, forgetting anything and everything not related to her new fate.
And at the end of this cycle, the only thought she had in her mind was how happy she was. Nothing of food or animals or electronics, just of being a happy little mannequin.
Knowing that you are a mannequin makes you happy.
It did.
It makes you want to cum.
It did.
Being a mannequin makes you cum.
She cummed.
Anytime you think of being a mannequin, you will cum.
She cummed.
This will last forever. This will never stop.
She cummed
You are a mannequin.
She cummed.
You are a mannequin..
She cummed.
The recording clicked off.
She cummed.
She cummed.
She cummed.
After all, there was nothing left to think about, except for the fact that she was a mannequin, and that being one made her happy. So, she cummed, and cummed, and cummed.
Forever.
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The timer went off, prompting Karl to set down his game console. It was time to check on his little mannequin, to make sure she’d come along alright.
He re-entered the back room, looking down at her body. He’d cut off her clothes earlier, so he was quick to see her convulsing pussy continuously leaking juices. There would be a slight pause, but it would continue right after, a near unending orgasm.
All good in that department. Once more, he adjusted her arm, making it hang over her head. He bent all five fingers in different ways, testing how unique a pose she was able to keep. He continued with her other arm, then her legs, making sure every joint was bent in some way. By the end of this test, she looked like a doll that’d been played with too hard.
“Fall,” he said, the anticipation clear in his voice. The real moment of truth…
Her arms fell down, as did her legs, her head dropping to her chest. The only things that stayed the same were her smile and her eyes.
He breathed a sigh of relief, glancing at the clock. 7:54. They would just make it. It was too bad, really, as he’d want to test out her sex appeal as well. But there were other jobs, other girls, even if this one was especially cute.
He picked her up, setting her feet on the floor and making her freeze again, leaving her in a basic standing position.
“Hey, Mattie!” he shouted, adjusting her feet slightly so she wouldn’t topple over. “She’s all done!”
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The mall had closed by then, though a few stragglers were still heading out the door. Just across the way, he entered a lingerie store, immediately being met with the store manager.
“Cutting it a little close, aren’t we, Mr. Chakrabarti?
Matt forced an apologetic smile. “Yes, I’m very sorry, Mr. Rossi. My partner had a bit of trouble finding the type you wanted. But I’m sure you will find her much to your satisfaction.”
“Well, let’s see her, then.”
Matt pushed the box to the floor, feeling bad about cutting it open so soon after closing it up. He slid her back out, tossing the box to the side and standing her upright.
The manager circled the mannequin, running his hands up and down her body. She had no reaction, not even a twitch of her muscles. His hand stopped on her pussy, feeling it throb continuously against him.
“Her mind?” He asked, seemingly satisfied with her physicality.
“Totally wiped, sir, not even a trace of her former self in there.”
Mr. Rossi nodded, running his hands through her hair. “Good, good. Great work as always, then.”
Matt smiled once more. “Glad to hear it. We look forward to your next order.”
“Actually, I could use another girl in my other location. A taller girl, say, with brown hair?”
Matt groaned internally. “Sure thing, sir, we can have you fill out an official form tomorrow.”
Mr. Rossi smiled, cupping his new mannequin’s face in his hand. “I can’t wait…”
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The mannequin stood in the window of a lingerie store, one arm resting across her stomach and the other bending up, allowing one finger to touch her lips. Her sensual pose and pretty lingerie enticed passerbyers to take a look inside, her smile seeming to be infectious.
The mannequin did not comprehend any of that, not even being able to see out of her eyes anymore. All she knew was that she was a mannequin, a happy, simple mannequin, staying frozen and still, and of course, cumming, doing everything a mannequin needed to do.
There was nothing more in her life. No troubles, no worries, nothing.
Just happiness.