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Stripped & Wired
Joan is surprised when Brett reveals she’s a brainwashed sex toy, but finds out that Brett may not know everything about what’s happening either.
[Warning: this 14000-word short story contains vivid depictions of a girl being programmed like a drone, made to forget and to perform on command. Her memories and body are playthings.]
Excerpt: The mansion’s basement was spacious, and rendered in stone. The walls were decorated to look like they’d been hewn out of rough stone, while the floor was polished and smooth. There were several racks of toys in plain view, a wide variety of implements hanging from them. I saw whips and paddles. There were also several spots to shackle a girl to heavy duty wooden frames, and one cage that was too big to be a dog kennel. There were numerous boxes of polished hardwood. One of them was already open, and I could see dildos inside. There was a wooden throne with a pet bed in front of it in one corner. It seemed someone had already picked out tonight’s main attraction, too: there was a set of stocks in the center of the room. Unlike old-timey ones that I’d seen in movies, these had a wooden framework behind them that looked a little like a picnic table. It was designed so that whomever was locked inside them ended up on all fours instead of standing up. The blond girl led me to the stocks. I followed along helplessly, clambering awkwardly up so that my ass was up and my wrists and neck rested in their spots. I was still covered by my short red skirt, but not very well. She lowered the top half of the device and locked me inside it. I was so passive that I couldn’t even strain at my bonds. I knew it wouldn’t do any good anyway. Everything here looked very solid. Past that, everything here felt a little familiar. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d done this before.
