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Suddenly the dull ache was gone. Jack heard the slowing and lowering whine of machinery outside his head. He was still held immobile, even his feeble twitches telling him he was bound.
Eyes snapping wide, he saw his body opposite himself. Gasping in shock, he heard high breathy tones.
Taking a moment to recognise the technology. It was in his job description of stuff to never touch. It was a deep brain probe. His body was held in place with several plastic zip ties.
There were two figures walking around. They kept to the shadowy parts of the room. Visible only as silhouettes. They talked as the machines powered down. Looking over to Jack, one barked in amusement.
It was a deeply disturbing sound. The other merely nodded his head.
"Welcome back, Jakki." one said gruffly.
"It's Jack Chalker, and you're in deep trouble." He was going to continue to warn them against any further hasty actions. But the timbre of his words, was sensual, sexual, and utterly feminine.
Falling awkwardly silent, he couldn't correct them with his name. Taking in the various sensations of from his body, he was mortified to feel a bust rise and fall with every breath he took.
A zephyr breeze making his nips ache, as they never had before. They were far too big and far too sensitive to ever be familiar.
"We... We saved your life, Jakki." One of the dark figures observed. Titling your former body's head. It moved as if dead, lolling unresisting at his touch. Revealing a bruise. Doubtless one they'd inflicted. There was also a trickle of blood from one nostril that suggested serious injuries.
"Just remember that... if we're ever captured." His colleague elbowing him into silence.
"You're in a barbi body." The other took over. A shudder running down your spine. They were über voluptuous, blonde and usually served as maids to the wealthiest on the planet. Wriggling your shoulders, you belatedly recognise the packing plastic encasing your body.
Usually a synthetic soul would be created, to ensure absolute obedience and submissiveness. Or worse, if she was to be a nameless mistress, a fantasy fuck for the sociopaths who could afford to craft a woman to their fantasies.
Squirming, you hear the soft rustling of the plastic. But no hint of it weakening in the restless movement.
The shifting heft of your bust suggesting you'd been designed for a more ornamental role of trophy wife, certainly a gynoid. You shudder to imagine the use that was originally intended for this body.
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