When Jane turned eighteen, she signed up for the Living Fuck Doll program. Mr. Adams, her boyfriend’s father, had signed up on the waiting list, just in case and got to lease her as soon as she had the implant in. From that day, and for the next five years, she would be a pliant, unconscious toy for him to fuck as often and as rough as he liked.
“So, am I reading this right? I can have the right to have the birth control function disabled in the last ten months?” he asked the technician while looking at the manual.
“Yeah. Turns out guys really like knocking up their dolls at the end, so we added that to their contracts.”
“Yeah. I’m going to need that option.”
“Customer’s always right.”
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