Jessica the intern was still in the office when the enlightenment started. She wanted to know more so Mr. Steel took her to his office for a one on one.
“I didn’t realize this was that kind of office, boss man. You see fake porn videos online but to find a true free use office, Wow!!” Her comment drowned out the echo of her pumps clicking on the floor.
“Yes Jessica. There are a lot of surprises in my company. To tell you the truth, I’m happy you hung around. You would make a perfect subject, but I’m a bit surprised you are taking this so well” He opened the door to his office and let her enter first. “Let’s head into my private conference room. He motioned with his hand in that direction. He was trying to say like a gentleman but he knew in a little while he would fuck this young hottie from now until next Tuesday.
“Well, boss man,” she started, her body moving closer to his,” I’m a huge slut. I love sex. I was thinking of doing porn but way now just fuck for my own pleasure.” She paused as he opened the door to the conference room. “And I had the hots for you from the first time I saw you. Why not kill two birds with one stone?”
“Hmm, well we can definitely take care of that. Why don’t you lay on the table? I think it will be the most comfortable.”
“Sure, why not.” Mr. Steel helped her up. She laid arms at her side and legs just a bit open. Her heels hung over the edge of the end of the table.
“Comfortable,” he asked. She nodded her head yes. “Give me a moment to get setup.” He stepped away and pulled his phone free from his pocket. He opened the Doll House app and sent a message to Mother.
“So this is not a you sit in front of me and I listen to your words to drop me,” Jessica questioned.
“No, I’m going to put a headset on you and you will follow the images and the voice of Mother.”
She responded - Good work DollH12K30. Process with this Jessica’s enlightenment. Give her the drug after phase one since she is familiar with mind control.
“Mother huh? What is that?”
Mr. Steel took out a syringe and drug from his front pocket of bag that held the mindset. He added the mixed into the syringe and headed over to Jessica with the headset. “It is kind of like an AI. Helps with the process.” He place the syringe further down the table, out of her line of sight. “Now let me strap you into it. Lift your head a bit.” She did as she was told and he lower it over her head. He took a moment to adjust the straps and then turned it on.
“Oh pretty lights,” she said. “A spiral induction. I have not done one of these one on one.” Then her words stopped. Small sounds sneaking out from her voice. Mr. Steel knew the program had her locked in. It will only take a few minutes for the end of phase one.
The mahogany conference table felt cool and unyielding against Jessica’s back, a stark contrast to the humid, stifling air of the boss’s office. She lay stretched out across the polished surface, her heels resting on the edge, causing her arches to strain and her calves to flex. The leather of the chair behind the desk creaked, but she didn't turn her head. She was waiting, her breathing shallow, the fabric of her blouse rising and falling with a nervous rhythm that hadn't quite settled. The room smelled crisp and clean.
Mr. Steel moved with a practiced efficiency, his shoes clicking softly on the plush carpet. He reached into the front pocket of his black leather bag, his fingers brushing against the cool metal of the syringe and the small glass vial nestled beside the headset. The bag was unzipped just enough to allow access, the headset always in arms reach. He withdrew the supplies, the syringe catching the light from ceiling mounted lights. With a steady hand, he inserted the needle into the rubber stopper of the vial, drawing the clear, viscous liquid into the barrel. He flicked the glass with a fingernail, watching the tiny air bubbles rise and vanish, ensuring the mixture was ready.
He walked around the table, his shadow falling over her. Jessica’s eyes tracked him, a mixture of curiosity and apprehension dilating her pupils. She shifted her weight, the friction of her clothes against the wood sounding loud in the quiet room.
"It is kind of like an AI," Mr. Steel said, his voice low and smooth, devoid of any hesitation. "Helps with the process."
He didn't elaborate. Instead, he placed the syringe on the far end of the table, well out of her direct line of sight. The metal glinted briefly before disappearing behind a stack of manila folders. He returned to her side, the headset now in his hands. It looked bulky, industrial, with thick padding and opaque visors.
"Now let me strap you into the headset," he instructed, his tone shifting from conversational to commanding. "Lift your head a bit."
Jessica obeyed without a word, tilting her chin up and exposing the slender column of her throat. The movement caused her hair to fan out across the table, like the sun against the light wood. Mr. Steel leaned over her, the scent of his cologne—something sharp and chemical—invading her space. He lowered the device over her eyes, the foam padding pressing against her forehead and cheeks. He worked quickly, tightening the straps at the back of her head, pulling them just enough to ensure the headset wouldn't slip but not enough to cause pain. The world went black for Jessica, replaced by the smell of plastic and the tight embrace of the device.
Mr. Steel stepped back and tapped the side of the headset. A low hum emanated from the device, and then, the visor flared to life.
"Oh pretty lights," Jessica murmured, her voice muffled slightly by the hardware. "A spiral induction. I have not done one of these one on one."
Her tone was light, almost playful, as if she were commenting on a new screensaver rather than the onset of a neurological override. But the playfulness didn't last. The spiral began to spin, a kaleidoscope of neon colors—cyan, magenta, white and her favorite pink—rotating in a complex, fractal pattern. The center of the spiral seemed to recede into an infinite distance, pulling her gaze forward, locking her focus onto a single, vanishing point.
Then her words stopped.
The room fell silent, save for the low hum of the headset and the rhythmic sound of Jessica’s breathing. Small, involuntary sounds began to sneak out from her throat—soft grunts and sighs that she didn't seem aware of making. Her jaw went slack, her lips parting slightly. The tension in her shoulders, which had been evident when she first lay down, began to melt away, sinking her deeper into the hard surface of the table.
Mr. Steel stood still, watching her closely. He knew the program had her locked in. The visual cortex was being flooded, overloading her brain's ability to process anything other than the spinning light. Her breathing pattern shifted dramatically. The shallow, nervous breaths were gone, replaced by a slow, deep, and rhythmic inhalation and exhalation. Her chest rose and fell in a perfect, metronome-like cadence. Each breath was a long, drawn-out affair, her ribcage expanding fully before contracting, the air hissing softly through her nose.
He glanced at his watch. Phase one was nearly complete. The initial confusion and resistance had been bypassed by the visual stimulation, leaving her mind open and pliable. Her fingers, which had been gripping the edge of the table, relaxed their hold, until her hands lay limp and open at her sides, palms facing up in a gesture of total surrender. The muscles in her thighs twitched once, then settled, her legs falling open slightly, completely devoid of her earlier modesty.
The spiral and Mother’s words continued its relentless work, but Mr. Steel knew that those alone weren't enough for what came next. He needed to deepen the trance, to chemically assist the programming so that her compliance wasn't just a temporary reaction to flashing colors. He moved to the end of the table, his hand reaching for the syringe hidden behind the folders. The metal felt cold in his grip. He watched the rise and fall of her chest one last time, timing the motion, preparing to introduce the drug that would seal her fate and turn her into the compliant vessel he required. The pretty lights had done their job; now it was time for the chemistry to take over.
The needle broke the skin of her thigh with a sharp, singular sting, a white-hot spark that vanished almost as quickly as it appeared. Mr. Steel depressed the plunger, the clear liquid vanishing into her vein, a cold chemical courier rushing to deliver its payload to her waiting nervous system. He withdrew the syringe with practiced efficiency, discarding it in the sharps container on the desk, the plastic clatter sounding like a gunshot in the sudden, heavy silence of the room.
Jessica lay still against the mahogany, the headset cutting her off from the visual world, trapping her in the spinning vortex of neon lights. But the drug didn’t drag her down into the murky depths of unconsciousness or compliant emptiness as the formula predicted. Instead, it acted like a match thrown onto a pool of gasoline. The spiral in the headset didn't slow down; it seemed to accelerate, the colors bleeding into one another with a violent, pulsating intensity that seared itself onto the back of her retinas.
Her breath hitched in her throat, the simple act of inhaling suddenly a complex, overwhelming event. The air in the office—stale, recycled, and faintly scented with lemon polish and Mr. Steel’s musky cologne—hit her nostrils like a physical weight. She could smell the distinct notes of sandalwood and sweat radiating from him, the aroma thick and textured, coating her tongue. The hum in the headset, usually a background drone, ratcheted up in volume until it sounded like a jet engine idling on the tarmac, vibrating through her mind. Going deeper into her subconscious. Dropping her so far into trance.
Mr. Steel leaned over her, his shadow falling across her body even though she couldn't see it. He intended to check her pulse, to ensure the sedative was taking hold. His fingers, rough and warm, grazed the side of her neck.
The contact was electric.
A violent shudder ripped through Jessica’s frame, her back arching off the hard wood of the table as if she’d been Tased. A soft, desperate cry escaped her lips, raw and unbidden. It wasn't pain; it was too much feeling. The friction of his fingertips against the sensitive skin of her throat sent cascading waves of sensation crashing down her spine, pooling in her groin like molten lead. Every nerve ending fired at once, screaming with input. The heat of his hand felt branding hot, the slight callous on his thumb dragging against her pulse point like a serrated knife made of pure pleasure.
"Easy now," Mr. Steel murmured, his voice a low rumble.
To Jessica, his voice didn't just enter her ears; it vibrated in her chest cavity, rattling her ribs. It was not someone talking to her, but another trick of the program to take her deeper. The baritone resonance was a tangible thing, a heavy velvet blanket that smothered her. She gasped, her hands clenching into fists, fingernails digging into her palms as she tried to anchor herself against the rising tide of sensory overload.
He misinterpreted the spasm. He thought it was the final surrender, the muscles relaxing into the trance. He trailed his hand down her arm, intending to soothe her.
The path his fingers took burned a trail of fire. Jessica whimpered, her hips bucking involuntarily. The fabric of her blouse, usually just a barrier, now felt like sandpaper grinding against her hypersensitive nipples. The weave of the material was distinct, each thread a distinct pressure point teasing the hardened buds beneath. She squirmed, the friction sending jolts of electricity straight to her clit, which throbbed in time with the spinning lights in the headset.
"Responsive," Mr. Steel noted to himself, watching her body writhe. He saw the flush spreading across her chest, the rapid rise and fall of her breasts, and assumed the chemical was doing its work, melting her will.
He had no idea he was playing with a live wire.
Jessica’s world had narrowed down to the tactile, the auditory, the olfactory. The darkness behind the headset was no longer empty; it was alive with the afterimages of the spiral, swirling galaxies of color that pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat. She felt exposed, raw, as if her skin had been removed and every inch of her was an open wound desperate for stimulation.
Mr. Steel shifted his weight, his shoe scuffing the carpet. Jessica flinched, her thighs clenching together instinctively, seeking friction, seeking relief from the unbearable tension building inside her. The program and drugs make her a horny mess. The dampness between her legs was sudden and shocking, her body reacting to the overload by producing slick, wet heat. She thought it was all happening in her dreamy state in her mind. She could feel the moisture gathering, the slide of her lips against each other, the sticky heat radiating outward.
He reached out to adjust the strap of the headset, ensuring it was secure. His knuckles brushed her cheek.
Jessica let out a broken moan, her head turning into the touch, starving for it. The skin-on-skin contact was intoxicating, better than oxygen. She nuzzled his hand blindly, her lips parting, breath hot and ragged against his wrist. She wanted to devour him, to crawl inside his skin and escape the maddening sensitivity of her own body. The drug hadn't made her a puppet; it had made her a starving animal trapped in a cage of heightened perception.
Mr. Steel paused, surprised by the aggression of her movement. He felt the hot puffs of air against his skin, the desperation in the tilt of her head. He pulled his hand back slightly, then slowly, experimentally, traced the line of her jaw.
Jessica’s entire body trembled, a full-body convulsion of pleasure that left her gasping. "Please," she whispered, the word barely audible but loaded with a need she didn't understand. This was no longer just a conference room; it was a pressure cooker, and she was the contents inside, boiling over, expanding, ready to burst. Every second stretched into an eternity of feeling. The silence roared. The darkness blinded. The touch of his hand, hovering just inches away, felt like a gravitational force pulling her apart.
Jessica's body trembled on the conference table, every nerve ending screaming for more. Her skin burned from the heat of the drugs coursing in her body, her clit throbbing like a live wire between her slick thighs. She couldn't take it anymore—the sensitivity had her mind in a haze of pure lust. 'Touch me, anywhere, please,' she begged, her voice dreamy but thick with desperation, hips bucking slightly off the table.
Mr. Steel's eyes darkened, his control fraying at the edges. He gripped her hips hard and slid her down the table toward him, her ass hanging off the edge. Jessica gasped as cool air hit her exposed pussy, already dripping wet and swollen. He dropped to his knees between her spread legs, his rough hands shoving her thighs wider. His fingers brushed her throbbing clit, sending jolts through her core, then dipped lower, teasing her soaked entrance.
'Fuck, you're drenched for me, slut,' he growled, his breath hot against her folds. Jessica whimpered, her hands clutching the table edges. His mouth closed over her pussy, tongue plunging deep into her hole, lapping up her juices with hungry strokes. Two thick fingers shoved inside her, stretching her walls wide, curling to hit that spot that made her vision blur.
'Oh god, yes!' Jessica moaned loudly, her back arching as the orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy clenched around his tongue and fingers, gushing slick onto his face. He didn't stop—his tongue devoured her clit now, sucking hard while his fingers pumped faster, fucking her open. She convulsed again, thighs shaking around his head, screams echoing off the walls. The pleasure in her mind deeper as she thought this was all part of the trance and she was heading to a hands free orgasm. “'More, please, don't stop!'
He growled into her cunt, the vibration pushing her over the edge a third time. Her body bucked wildly, juices squirting as waves of pleasure tore her apart. Mr. Steel's stubble scraped her inner thighs, his fingers twisting deeper, scissoring her tight hole. Jessica's mind blanked, lost in the raw suction of his mouth, the relentless stretch. She was his to devour, and he ate her like a starving man, tongue flicking her clit mercilessly.
Her orgasm hit hard, her moans turning to guttural cries. Pussy spasming, she soaked his chin, but he kept going, fingers slamming in and out, tongue buried deep. Jessica's sensitivity amplified every lick, every thrust, turning pain into blinding ecstasy. She begged incoherently, the sounds she was making were nothing more than primal growls and grunts.
Finally, Mr. Steel pulled back, lips glistening with her cum. He stood, yanking his pants down in one rough motion. His swollen cock sprang free—thick, veined, rock-hard and leaking precum. Jessica's body was still feeling the mini bursts of pleasure, like mini stars exploded. 'You need this cock stretching you, don't you, whore?' he snarled, gripping her hips and slamming the fat head against her entrance.
'Yes, fuck me!' she cried more as a reaction than a conscious decision. Her back arching up. He thrust in deep, burying his cock to the hilt in one brutal shove. Her walls stretched around his girth, burning sweetly as he filled her completely. Jessica screamed, nails digging into his arms. He started fucking her hard, hips snapping forward, balls slapping her ass with each pounding thrust.
'So fucking tight,' he grunted, pulling almost out before ramming back in. His hand cracked down on her ass cheek, the sharp spank making her yelp and clench harder around him. 'Take it, slut—take every inch.' Another spank landed, red heat blooming on her skin, pushing her closer to the edge. Jessica's tits bounced with every brutal fuck, her sensitive clit grinding against his pelvis.
He leaned over her, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand, the other spanking her ass rhythmically—crack, crack—as he drilled her pussy. 'You're my little fucktoy now,' he rasped, cock pistoning faster, stretching her limits. Jessica moaned wildly, lost in the dominance, her body surrendering to the rough pounding. Each spank sent fire through her, mixing with the ache of his thick dick splitting her open.
Her orgasm built fast, coiling tight. His palm stung her ass again, harder, as he hammered deeper, the table creaking under them. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her heaving chest, the room filled with wet slaps and her desperate cries. He wasn't slowing, his cock throbbing inside her, promising more punishment.
The programming hit the reporting point. The point it makes is the newest Doll. It was almost over for her. She started saying her mantra out loud. In a low voice at first. “I am Doll J07B09. I am a pleasure doll. I am ready to serve.” Over and over she said it, becoming a chant to her. Driving deeper and deeper into her mind like he was driving his dick into her deeper and deeper.
Mr. Steel's cock hammered into Doll J07B09’s dripping pussy, each brutal thrust stretching her walls to their limit, his balls slapping wetly against her ass. Sweat slicked their bodies, the air thick with the musk of sex and her arousal. His hand cracked down again on her stinging cheek, the sharp pain exploding through her, making her cunt clench greedily around his thick shaft.
His free hand roamed down her toned young body, fingers tracing the curve of her heaving tits, over her quivering abs, while he kept pounding her relentlessly. The table rocked under the force of his hips, her pussy squelching with every deep plunge. Doll J07B09's mind spun in a haze of raw need—she was his Doll now, made for this, for his cock to wreck her.
He reached her head, gripping the headset and yanking it off in one swift motion, tossing it aside. Her ears filled with the obscene sounds of their fucking: the wet smacks, her own ragged moans, his grunts. “Welcome to the Doll House,” he growled, voice rough and commanding as he slammed balls-deep again. “Now let’s get you acclimated to your new role.”
She purred, a low, lust-drenched sound from her throat, her body arching into his thrusts. “Fuck me, fuck me good,” she begged, voice thick with filthy hunger, eyes locking on his as her pussy fluttered around his pistoning dick.
“That's right, Doll—beg for this cock like the slut you are,” Mr. Steel snarled, gripping her hips bruisingly tight. He fucked her harder, faster, hips slamming forward with savage force. His thick shaft speared her core, dragging against her sensitive walls, the head battering her cervix with every ruthless drive. Her ass cheeks burned red and stinging from his earlier spanks, each impact jolting fresh fire through her nerves, blending with the ache of her stuffed pussy.
Doll J07B09's tits bounced wildly, nipples hard peaks scraping the air. She spread her legs wider, heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper. “Yes, pound my cunt—wreck it!” she cried, her voice breaking on a moan as another spank landed, palm cracking loud against her reddened flesh. The sting shot straight to her clit, making her throb and leak more slick down his balls.
He released her hips only to pin her wrists above her head again, one massive hand trapping both in an iron grip. His other hand reared back and spanked her ass harder—crack!—the slap echoing as her cheek jiggled and bloomed darker red. “Take it deeper, you fucking whore,” he commanded, growling low. “Milk my cock with that tight Doll pussy. Squeeze it—yeah, like that.” Another brutal spank—crack!—then his fingers dug into her burning ass, spreading her cheeks as he drilled faster.
“Harder, spank my ass raw!” Jessica moaned, her body writhing under his dominance. Pain and pleasure crashed through her in waves, each spank igniting her skin while his cock ravaged her insides. Her pussy spasmed erratically, walls rippling around his veined girth, juices squirting out with every withdraw. The stretch burned so good, his thickness forcing her open wider, hitting spots that made stars burst behind her eyes.
Mr. Steel's hips blurred, slamming into her with punishing speed, the table groaning in protest. “Gonna fill this sloppy cunt—breed my Doll full of cum,” he rasped, dirty words spilling as he spanked again—crack, crack—her ass a fiery red mess, stinging fiercely. Doll J07B09 screamed, riding the razor edge of agony and ecstasy, her clit grinding against his pelvis with every thrust.
“Cum in me—fuck, yes! Fuck me like the sexy whore Barbie Doll I am.” she wailed, her orgasm exploding without warning. Her pussy clamped down like a vice, convulsing wildly around his pounding cock, gushing hot squirt that soaked his groin. Waves of blistering pleasure tore her apart, pain from her spanked ass amplifying every pulse, her body shaking uncontrollably.
He growled deep, thrusts turning erratic as her milking cunt pushed him over. “Fuck—take my load, slut!” His cock swelled impossibly thicker, then erupted, hot ropes of thick cum blasting deep inside her. Jet after jet flooded her womb, his balls contracting against her as he ground in balls-deep, pinning her through his release. Doll J07B09 screamed again, the warmth of his seed triggering aftershocks, her walls fluttering to suck every drop.
But he didn't stop thrusting, cock still hard and twitching, stirring his cum into her creamy mess. Her ass throbbed with each lingering spank's echo, pussy overflowing with their mixed fluids. She panted, lost in the haze, craving whatever punishment came next in her new Doll role.
Mr. Steel pumped his member for another minute before he pulled himself free. His own real life Barbie Fuck Doll was purring from her after orgasm bliss. “Oh god you really know how to fuck a new Doll good and hard,” she paused not knowing his name.
“Mr. Steel,” he said as he moved from her dripping pussy around the conference tables edge to where her head rested.
“Well Mr. Steel, that was a way to introduce this Barbie Doll into the Doll House.” His cock was now by her face so being the good whore she was she sucked it clean. As she worked on his shaft she pulled free and asked,”you think I could be call Barbie Doll like your called Mr. Steel.”
“I call you anything you want as long as you keep sucking my cock like that.”
Mr. Steel’s hand tangled in her platinum blonde hair, guiding her mouth onto his shaft. She took him deep without hesitation, her throat relaxing to accept every inch. He watched her work—the way her cheeks hollowed, the spit gathering at the corners of her lips, her eyes fluttering up to meet his. A perfect, obedient little doll.
“Barbie Doll,” he repeated, tasting the name on his tongue. “Yeah. I like that. Fits you.” He thrust forward gently, letting her feel the weight of his approval. “But you gotta earn it. Every time you call yourself that, you remind me what you are—a hole I own. Understood?”
She pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her bottom lip to his glans. “Yes, Mr. Steel. I understand.” Her voice was breathy, eager. She didn’t wait for permission before licking the head clean again, then taking him back into her mouth.
He let her work for another minute, enjoying the heat of her tongue and the way she moaned around his cock like it was her favorite treat. Then he pulled her hair sharply, making her look up at him.
“Enough for now. On your hands and knees on the table. I want to see that ass in the air while I finish marking you.”
Barbie Doll scrambled up, her thighs slick with their combined fluids. She crawled across the polished wood, positioning herself with her chest flat against the surface, back arched, pussy exposed and still dripping. She looked back over her shoulder, a wicked smile on her glossed lips. “Like this, Mr. Steel?”
“Perfect.” He stepped behind her, one hand gripping her hip, the other guiding his cock back to her entrance. He didn’t ease in—he drove forward, filling her in a single, brutal stroke. She cried out, fingers clawing at the table, but her hips pushed back to meet him.
“You’re gonna be my favorite doll,” he muttered, fucking her in hard, measured pumps. “Tight, wet, loud. Just the way I like ‘em.”
The conference table squeaked under their rhythm. He leaned over her back, teeth grazing her shoulder blade. “Now tell me who you belong to.”
“You, Mr. Steel,” she gasped. “I’m your Barbie Doll. Your whore. Your fuck doll.”
“Good girl.” He spanked her ass cheek, leaving a red handprint that bloomed against her tan skin. “Now cum for me again. Let me feel you squeeze my cock while you say my name.”
Her body trembled, the pressure building fast. She buried her face in her folded arms and screamed into the polished wood as her second orgasm tore through her, clenching around him like a fist.
Mr. Steel followed a few strokes later, pumping hot streams deep inside her, holding her hips locked against his. When he pulled out, a mixture of their cum dripped down her thigh.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and turned her face toward him. “Clean it up before it stains the table. Then I'll show you where the Doll House keeps some of its toys.”
Mr. Steel stepped back from the hottie on the table and pulled up his pants. “Clean up and then let’s go see how the others are doing. Their enlightenment should be about done.”