She had signed up for a higher paying service than the “Living Fuck Doll” program, but hadn’t realized that meant she’d be conscious the entire time, with her body trapped in a pose-able paralysis by the machine implanted in her abdomen supplying her with nutrients and the drug that kept her body rigid. She could barely move her mouth and the most she could make were whimpers and moans while the man who leased her body for the next five years destroyed her holes at his leisure and prerogative. At first, she was a little upset, but after a week of being used like a piece of fuckable furniture, she decided she’d sign up for another five years after this one ended.