When Abigail signed up for one of the Living Fuckdoll Programs, she just picked the one that paid the most and signed the contract.
It turned out that the one that paid a few hundred dollars more, had a longer contract, seven years instead of five, and the implant worked differently. It still kept her nourished and pliant, but instead of rendering her comatose, she was awake, aware, and unable to control her body.
Her arms and limbs flopped around uselessly. Her mouth hung slack unless it was stretched out with cock, and her eyes could only open about half way. She could gasp, moan, and if she really tried mumble wordlessly while the man leasing her body fucked her as hard as he liked.
Four years in and the pain of his cock tearing into her ass was still more intense than anything else she’d ever experienced.
“I didn’t know what I was in for, but this is way better than being asleep. I wonder if he’ll shove his cock down my throat until I pass out again tonight?” she thought.
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