u/Jmojocat

Disclaimer: all of the characters are 18 years or older at the time of this story.

This is part of my KKWW anthology series. If you have a chance please give it a go.

"Hi, I'm Livi Doll, is this your first time with us?" Livi Doll asked with a smile.

Livi Doll is 6'1", maybe 5'11" without the heels. Athletic, straight black hair that was parted in the center and ran halfway down her back. She was topless wearing only a sequined thong that caught the light as well as the gold flecked body loition. There was a sticker above her hard nipple that simply said "Livi Doll, as me about our meal specials "

The man looked up from his menue. "Yeah, sug it's our first time here, but not our first time in Vegas" his wife said with a smile.

"Well welcome, I hope you enjoy your stay. Can I start you off with a drink?" Livi asked "A jack and coke for my husband and a cosmopolitan for me. Also Sug?" The wife said confidently "yes?" Livi asked entering the drink order into her data pad "we are subscribers" the wife said holding up her KK masterKard. Livi Doll glazed over for a second "yes, mistress. Would you like to experience the encounter room tonight?" She said calmly.

5 months ago...

Luna Williams sat behind a table annoyed. Which seemed to be the average state of Ms. Williams. Today she was at a college job fair which was bad enough but being with her made it worse.

"Lovely? I know what you are thinking, it's a coffee shop, what can they offer me? Well we service a very elite clientele. 15 worldwide locations including France and Australia" Melanie said with a smile.

Melanie as usual was breathtaking in her tan turtleneck sweater, skinny jeans, and her red bottom heels. Her gold bracelets jingled as her hands moved.

Melanie had attracted a group of cheerleaders and their football player boyfriends.

"Oi, bean pole... no not you... you. I see ya. Limpin, ya. Ya dinna think anyone noticed. Yer puttin yer weight on one side over compensatin on the other." Luna said from the table.

The girl looked up from her phone. 5'11 Olivia Stevens. A point guard that had injured her knee sophomore year and her game like her knee never recovered. She wore a red hoodie with the hood up, a comfy skirt and her UGGs.

"Ok, Lovelies, apply at the link on my business card and we can straight shot you to on-boarding " Melanie said and blew kisses before returning behind the table for her water bottle.

"How did you know about my knee?" Olivia asked "Luv, yer not good at hidin it. Let me guess, hurt yer knee, out a year. Passed over fer the draft. Ya? Ya got a free pass an ya were so sure a da WNBA ya dinna study. Now yer grades are ass an ya hopin to get a job at a burger place" Luna said a satisfied smile "Luv, take me card, click the link, I promise ya won't regret it."

Olivia hesitated but if this woman she never met knew so much about her maybe she was right about applying there too. "Thanks" Olivia said then faded back into the crowd.

"20 point Slytherin, 5 points Hufflepuff" Luna said with a smug smile. "What? 20 points? Colonizer, I just got 2 jocks and 3 cheerleaders. We should be equal at the minimum" Melanie said getting up and resuming her place at the front of the table. "It's quality not quantity Barbie, ya know that" Luna said smiling.

Melanie hated losing and to do it to Luna. Luna was cheating. It was obvious. Her picks the former cheerleaders and the 2 male jocks would bring in more money in the encounter room than the Colonizer's sasquatch. Redouble her efforts? Mel wasn't going to down anytime soon.

"Oi, sporto, do ya think because ya can lift heavy things, yer prime fer an office job? A management job? Nah Luv, dinna fight above yer weight class. Take me card. We will put ya ta use and ya will be paid well fer it" Luna said smugly and winked at Mel as the jock took her card.

"Lovely, listen to me. You could go to the big corporation. You might succeed. Do you really want to be sealed in an office with no windows grinding just to stay relevant? Listen Lovely, I'm not promising you better, I'm saying at least do it somewhere fun? Paris, Tokyo, Melbourne, or even São Paulo" Melanie said with a smile.

A shy Indian female, a plus sized African American female, a tall thin male, a cute average male all took Melanie’s card with a wide smile. Drawn in by her warm smile, direct eye contact, and a few looked happy to have the gorgeous woman's attention.

Melanie smiled to herself her self created quota was almost done.

"There are people cast adrift in life, we give then purpose that they cannot achieve on their own" -Martin Blackwater

As dolls 2.0 the lieutenants which includes Luna and Melanie have been conditioned by the MP5 2.0 to believe every Martin tells them and it also translates his words and actions into something acceptable to their own personal morality.

So it's up to interpretation. Melanie talks to the former cheerleader finds out she is there for the free stuff with her friends and boyfriend. Melanie gets an idea of how much they would make in the encounter room, then uses her charm to get them to apply. What better place for them? it's not like they are going to be heads of industry in the future.

Luna however uses her keen eye to spot the weakness. She see injury that derailed greatness. She press the mental weakness, self doubt, and lack of self esteem. She weaponizes it to the point you need to apply seems like the only real option.

5 days ago...

In Las Vegas it sits, on the strip, in the Aria resort. A large space with the windows covered by logos "KKWW presents: High Roller". A guard stands outside the door to check IDs. It is the newest fad restaurant on the strip, a throw back to the adult only days of the strip.

"... waitstaff are all topless both men and women with sequined thongs. They are called Dolls. A throwback to the former Guys and Dolls days to Vegas's past. I assume Dolls, it's like a Bunny for the old Playboy clubs of the last century. The food is amazing, the waitstaff is gorgeous, nobody under 18 allowed. Megan James...Action 3 news back to Mark and Kim..."

"I don't like it" said Jin taking a bite of her Klub Burger. "Like what, Lovely?"Melanie asked taking a sip of her Margarita. "See Poppy Doll?" said Jin gesturing to the 5'2" blonde former cheerleader "send her to another Klub, and $9K reservation. Here she gets tips? A subscriber might come in here and there and we might get a pay off. "I don't understand, Lovely " Melanie said confused. Jin held up her Klub Burger "we are giving away gourmet product at McDonald's prices"

"37k to $63 a shift? Maybe. It's not bad lovely. Maybe Amy can put it in the subscriber newsletter? Get some subscribers in for the encounter room?" Melanie asked.

"Can I get you anything mistress?" Poppy Doll asked with a blissful smile.

Poppy Doll was a cheerleader or at least she had been in a different life. Always happy and bouncy. Her poofy curly hair accented her tan. Her curves were a wonder in her cheerleader uniform before now was undone in her doll uniform. Her perky breasts bounced and jiggled with every blissful step. Her boyfriend Chris wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer but now the former defensive end and the former cheerleader neither recognized each other more than just another doll at her klub.

Melanie watched over the rim of her margarita as Livi Doll led a married couple to a hallway with a security guard. A quick scan of their KK masterKard and they were in.

Unlike other Klubs in the KKWW empire, all the High Roller Dolls were $9K each and could be ordered a la carte. No reservation needed.

As the couple followed Livi Doll down the hallway; a door opened and a female Indian Doll no older than Liv stepped out. She was sweaty, her short bob styled hair was disheveled,her make up was smeared, and the gold flecked body lotion was missing in some places. The doll had in her hand a copy of a payment receipt and started walking to the office at the other end of the hallway.

A few minutes later a Woman exited the same room and headed back to the restaurant.

In encounter room, Livi Doll slipped her sequined thong off her hips and stepped out of iy and sat on the bed nude. The couple removed their clothing and stood in front of Livi.

"What would you like to experience tonight?" She asked. "I am going to slide in up to the root while Deb rides your face" the husband said confidently "oh Bob you charmer, love ya shug" the wife said and blew a kiss.

Livi Doll laid on the bed on her back. Deb the plump blonde subscriber climbed on the bed and positioned her pussy over Livi's mouth and waited. Bob entered Livi. When Livi gasped at the penetration Barb pressed down and Livi started to lick her already wet folds.

Even though a doll has been conditioned to think of themselves as machines pretending to be human in front of a subscriber, they still experience stimulation and act accordingly.

Livi Doll’s breath hitched, a sharp, ragged sound that caught in her throat as Bob pushed home. The physical sensation flooded her system instantly—a raw, sensory spike that her neural conditioning processed with absolute, unfeeling clarity. To her mind, it was just data inputs, a sequence of tactile feedback loops requiring a perfectly calibrated vocal response. But to the subscribers, it was the sound of complete, uninhibited submission.

​Above her face, Deb’s wet heat pressed down firmly against her lips. Livi didn't hesitate. The absolute obedience wired into her 1.0 programming ensured that her physical reflexes responded seamlessly to the pressure. She parted her lips, her tongue moving in smooth, practiced strokes across Deb's slick folds, tasting the musk mixed with the subtle hint of the room’s high-end fragrance.

​Every gasp Livi took from the friction of Bob’s deep, rhythmic thrusts only served to push more air against Deb’s skin, creating an intense, vibrating heat. Her hips twitched slightly on the sheets, a purely physiological reflex to the dual stimulation that her body couldn't suppress, even if her mind remained entirely detached. To Bob and Deb, she was completely in the moment—a gorgeous, breathless fantasy responding perfectly to their touch.

The couple released at the same time. Bob painting Livi's with his seed and Livi tasted the sea as Deb released her juices into her mouth spilling along Livi's chin. Livi orgasmed herself, and the room filled with the cries of pleasure. From the nightstand "your time is up... your time is up... please pay your server... gratuity is accepted for exceptional service.... your"

The couple got off of Livi Doll and used the small bathroom in the adjoining room to get cleaned up. Livi Doll stood up shaking from the orgasm pulled up her sequined thong and stood by the nightstand. Bob gave Livi his KK masterKard as Deb stepped from the bathroom "5 stars, shug! I will recommend to my girls" she said with a smile.

5 minutes later

Melanie saw over the rim of her second margarita the couple exit the encounter room hallway. "Another satisfied customer, lovely" Melanie said with a smile. "Just another day at the Klub" Jin replied with a shrug.

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KKWW by Jmojocat

Copyright © 2026 Jason Lewis aka Jmojocat

Disclaimer: all of the characters depicted are fictional. They are all 18 years or older at the timd of the story

Every morning, they woke to the same day with no knowledge of the prior day. They lined up, then walked to the shower, dried off then walked to the cafeteria still naked. It wasn't worth dressing to put on their uniforms. The dolls went as a group to the hair and makeup. Hair styled, male dolls beards trimmed, female dolls had legs shaved, landing strip trimmed. Makeup applied then the dolls were rubbed with a body lotion that had flecks of gold. The final step was pulling up their short pink tutus.

Here in Kafé Klub de Paris, there were other roll than just waitstaff. Horse riders, acrobats, muscular dolls would pose and freeze like a statue over and over again. A swing with a transparent seat hung from the roof or a balcony to showcasea certain doll. All could be ordered a la carte from the server at your table.

After all this is Paris, the biggest Klub, a circus of exotic desire bathed in pink.

Sophia Lane had been a quiet girl from a small town in New Hampshire. The best word to describe the 18 year old High school graduate was average. 5 foot 4 inches, shoulder length straight dark brown hair. Not fat, not scrawny, just average with b-cup breasts.

What she wanted more than anything was to leave her town. She applied online to a coffee stop that promised good pay where she would be serving the elite of society. She was hired.

That was 5 months ago.

Sophia Doll sat in the stylist chair, her body in lotion shimmered under the light. The make-up artist painted her face. Today she would be a mime. Two others had been selected for the roll as well. They would walk through the Klub as entertainment. Posing, some small tumbling, if there was children they would entertain them.

Despite being 18 years old Sophia doll looked young and was a frequent choice of subscribers who wanted fresh meat.

"Je veux la fille clown, combien ca coûte ? A fat french man asked his server.

As she did your mime routine of being trapped in an shrinking box. One of the handlers knocked on her imaginary box, pointed to the encounter room and held up three fingers. She nodded and skipped off. Sophia read the request note on the encounter room door and went in.

The short fat man sat on the bed. His pants and boxes were on the ground. She dropped to her knees, cupped his balls and sucked. 3 minutes later he was spent, his seed running down her throat.

Front room, memory rollback 10 minutes. Lipstick refreshed

As Sophia returned to Klub floor she did a short bounce, then a forward roll into a somersault, with no panties under her tutu it was the Kl equivalent of popping your hood at a car show. Advertising in it's simplist form.

Within 5 minutes "Quero que a menina pintada me monte como um cavalo. Mantenha a maquilagem e o tutu?" 10 minutes later as he pushed up into her, she grinned down at him with the moment makeup

18 minutes later in the front room, Memory rollback 30 minutes. Makeup refresh.

The shift was almost over. Then a last minute request came through. When Sophia arrived at the encounter room, Laura Doll was there. Laura, the other mime doll was tall with long dark curly hair that covered both breasts. When they entered, the man was sitting in a chair slowly rubbing his exposed cock. "Lèche les cheveux courts et les cheveux longs jusqu'à ce qu'elle crie. Utilise tes doigts sur toi-même" he said calmly.

Laura doll lay down on her back on the bed, propped up by her arms. Her long dark hair fell behind her and onto the bed. Sophia with one hand between her own legs she used the other to part Laura's already wet folds and go to work. Laura was the first to orgasm, her juices running down Sophia's chin. Then Sophia orgasmed and finally the subscribers, spraying his seed into the air. The subscriber paid and left.

The dolls skipped back to the front room. They turned in the payment receipt and then stood at attention. Memory Rollback 30 minutes.

When Sophia opened her eyes the night manager was at the desk setting up her computer. The day manager was packing up her stuff. The night shift entered from the door to the backstage, all smiles, perfect makeup. Sophia joined the members of her shift and descended down the stairs.

The close of a shift if like the opening in reverse. The dolls remove their tutus into the laundry receptical and enter the showers. Removing the body lotion. The 3 mimes washed the face paint off. They dried off, walked nude into the cafeteria, then ate in silence. After eating, they returned to the dormitory and their bunks. Sophia looked at the ceiling as the lights flashed three times and then went out. As did their empty doll minds.

Bonne nuit, équipe de jour, une journée comme les autres au Klub

Fin.

KKWW by Jmojocat

Copyright © 2026 Jason Lewis aka Jmojocat

She woke to pain just like yesterday and the day before. Not joint pain or pain from a injury but from her nerves. A chronic pain only lessened with medication or injections to her spine.

She hates the medication, it made her body swell. The weight of her breasts pulled on her back which increases her pain.

She does her hair a pink, blue, and purple a galaxy with eye shadow and lipstick to match. She thinks it will distract from her 38 F cupped breasts. To no avail. She sees and almost feels the eyes on her curves. She hates herself.

2 week after her last injection, she receives the bill, her insurance barely covers half. She panics. She needs a job that pays more or has better health insurance. "Better than the going rate because our clientele are the elite of society so we pay for your best. Flexible hours, we pay for 85% of your Healthcare..."

It was a dream ... a fucking dream ... no, no a gift from God. She applied that day.

2 days later an acceptance email arrived. "Welcome to KKWW and our family. As is with company policy, please report to the address below in 2 days for new employee on-boarding and orientation " she read the address... New Bedford, MA? That was a hike, an almost 3 hour drive. The pain would be excruciating by the time she arrived.

She arrived. She had to check her GPS twice. It was an abandoned Old Navy. A bus sat in the parking lot, the driver taking a smoking break outside. The windows were covered over. A guard at the door held the door. "I'm sorry, I'm a couple of minutes late, the traffic through Boston was horrible" she apologized. "Don't worry a tick luv, 2 minutes is nothing. You are the last name on my list. Take your seats with the others and we will begin." The British woman said with a smile almost salivating at her curves.

"Welcome to KoffeeKlub Worldwide LLC, and our family ..." the video started. She could hear a buzzing. She looked to see if anyone else heard it.

As she watched the video the pain lessened, until there was no pain, no mind, only obedience.

Follow instructions, no pain, obey completely no pain ever. She sighed.

She stood at the front of the room as instructed. The British woman poked and prodded, took measurements, and she raved about how much income "titzilla" would bring in. Another girl took pictures and pondered "imagine that weight on you? You are going to ride that cow or have her titty fuck you" both women laughed.

She just stared ahead blankly. No pain, no thoughts the mantra played in rotation. A Bar code sticker was stuck above her right nipple. "Ok ya lot, follow the lights on the ground to the bus outside, follow instructions from the techs there. Comply." The British woman ordered before starting to assess the next group.

3 months later

"What would you like to experience tonight?" She purred to the subscriber on the bed. Her posture was firm and without pain. She bent down to remove her thong, as she rose her massive breasts made a slap noise against her. She approached the bed.

Just another day at the Klub.

Fin

KKWW by Jmojocat

Copyright © 2026 Jason Lewis aka Jmojocat

All of the characters are 18 years or older at the time of the story.

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"It's almost like a trap, you see. We offer nice pay, full health insurance, and flexible hours. Then the needy flock to us and the trap is sprung. If their lives were good they would not seek us out. There are people cast adrift in life and we give them the purpose they couldn't not find for themselves..." - Martin Blackwater. Founder KKWW.

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Deep within KKWW Midwest in a converted meat packing plant. Past the security check, past the bar, even past the restaurant, below the entertainment venue, lies the encounter rooms.

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Avarie Doll was in the process of riding a subscriber. The 18 year old subscriber was inexperienced and she was guiding him. She moved his hand to her hip and the other on her breast. "Look into my eyes and concentrate" she instructed. Her accent had a slight british lit. For the last 10 minutes that subscriber had been pushing into her at an odd angle and causing her discomfort. She adjusted and felt him hit that perfect spot. He groaned and soon he was coating her inside with his juice. Just in time for ... "your time is up... your time is up... please pay your server... gratuity is accepted for exceptional service..."

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Avarie got up and the subscriber wiped himself off. He fished his father's KK masterKard out of his jeans. Avarie swiped it and he signed the receipt with a 20% tip on the $6K reservation. As he left Avarie pulled up her leather thong her leg still wet from the subscriber's juicesand put the headband back into her hair. She stripped the bed before closing the door behind her.

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Avarie Doll walked happily to the front room. Once there her gave the day manager Mac the payment slip and took her spot, standing at attention.

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Roll back 40 minutes...

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Avarie Pareek, 5'3" petite Indian female, 34 years old. Born in Liecester to a college professor and a school teacher. As is with her families tradition she was married to Kabir.

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Kabir had big dreams of money in America. They moved to Detroit. America however was hard. Their fortune did not come delivered by mail. Kabir grew frustrated and took his anger out in her. When it was discovered she could not bare children her depression and his frustration grew. She stopped wearing her traditional clothes, and transitioned to a housewife style. Her sleek obsidian black hair pulled and grew. With no money to cut her hair she just braided it.

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"...Mark table 3, Avarie table 5, Lisa encounter..." Mac said with a smile reading out the assignments. Avarie Doll opened her eyes and rushed to comply. Her hair and makeup refreshed and her body shined with the gold flecked body lotion. As her feet touched the Klub floor her simulated emotions returned.

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"Hello and welcome to KKWW Midwest, my name is Avarie Doll and I will be serving you today" she said with a slight bow of the head, "is this your first time?" She asked. "No, we are regulars" the wife said placing the baby seat into the space next to her. "We have an encounter room reservation, could you watch our daughter for us?" The husband asked sheepishly. "Of course sir. For a small fee. Can I get you a drink?" Avarie said with a smile...

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Avarie thought if she could find a job any job, her and Kabir would not be so poor. Maybe he wouldn't be frustrated anymore. Maybe he would love her again.

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After a few days, she saw a flyer on a bulletin board at the supermarket. "better than the average rate... how hard would it be to pour coffee?" She would use the computer at the library. They were too poor for a home computer or even phones. Avarie knew how much Kabir hated the idea of his wife working so she would do it in secret.

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She checked her email through the library computer daily, until it arrived "congratulations, you are hired! Please report to [redacted] on [redacted] at 1pm for the required on-boarding and orientation..." Avarie would tell him after. She wrote the bus and train stops down and smiled. Maybe her luck was looking up...

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Avarie Doll, returned to the front room with the payment receipt, a pro-rated fee for babysitting and a 25% tip.

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Roll back 50 minutes...

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Avarie arrived at the closed Old Navy store. A guard let her in at the door. "I'm...I'm sorry... I'm late. My name is Avarie Pareek and I was hired" she stammered.

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"No worries, Luv. I'm not a monster. 5 minutes isn't going to ruin the company " Luna said from behind the counter as she checked in Avarie's identification. "All right, checked in, ya. Startin in a tick. Find a seat" Luna said with a smile.

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5 minutes later,

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As Avarie watched the video a buzz in her head grew louder and louder until she could hear her own voice anymore. "Stand, Strip nude, walk to front. Comply" the British woman instructed. Avarie did as requested. The words, obey and comply were a loop in her mind.

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Avarie noticed the flashes of a camera but didn't react. They hadn’t instructed her to. "Hey Lu, give us a hand?" Said a woman behind her unbraiding her hair. Avarie soon felt her hair brush against her ass.

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That was 6 years ago. Avarie Doll has been a doll for that long.

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Orientation in Detroit

Processing center in Detroit

First to batch for KKWW Midwest.

Second to KKWW U.K in seasonal swap for "local color"

Third to Kafé Klub de Paris

Then finally back to KKWW Midwest.

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Because, even with the KKWW stylist, Avarie Doll does not look like a porn star she has been classified as "starter doll". Where her reduced $6K reservation fee, she is the doll reserved for your 18 year old for their first time. Her slight frame and her soft voice makes it easy to take instructions for their first time.

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"...Lisa encounter room 1, Mark

encounter room 2, James encounter room 3, Avarie encounter room 5 it's the subscriber's son's first time, be gentle... comply" Mac said and the doll rushed off to comply.

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Just another day at the Klub

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Fin.

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KKWW by Jmojocat

Copyright © 2026 Jason Lewis aka Jmojocat

A strange app appears on your phone. Use it or get used

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May 24

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You wake-up go to the bathroom, like any other day.

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You see it on your phone screen mixed in-between your apps. It must be part of the update that downloaded last night. You try to uninstall it won't go. You go into settings but it still won't go.

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You decide to try it later after breakfast. You eat breakfast, get dressed for work. You catch the bus, just in time.

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You open the app. Maybe you can delete it from the inside. Just go in and refuse everything. It must be their hook, they make you go in, check things out, and boom you are in. You open the app.

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Welcome to the beach, check Yes to become a member. Opting No activates consequences. (Help?)

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You press Help

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If you press Yes, you can control anyone in the database for 24 hours. The price? Your friends and family are added to the database for all users.

If you press No, then the app closes. It deletes from your phone. But you remain in the database to be chosen anytime by another user.

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You laugh, it's not a thing. You click Yes. Your curiosity is peaked. The screen shows an outline of the street and the buildings similar to Google maps or Waze. Green dots symbolize the people. A database option opens at the bottom.

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You press the database button. Everyone on the bus appears. Each profile is listed with measurements, name, weight, phone number, age. A full body profile picture for everyone in the corner. A screen notification appears swipe right to select.

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You laugh it can't be real. You select a curvy blonde Tracy H. Connecting. You see the blonde woman 2 rows up. She looks at her phone. Then she goes blank. A chat window opens on your phone both of your picturesin the corner. You type this is our stop get off. She press the button to get off at the next stop.

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You get off the bus. She follows you out. After she gets off the bus, she stands still not moving just staring ahead. "Kiss me" you tell her. She obeys but it's mechanical. "Kiss me again, with feeling" you tell her. She is on you, you feel her tongue in your mouth. Presses into you, you can feel her hard nipples through her blouse.

She pulls back and waits for further instructions. You look for somewhere more private. "Come on" you instruct her. She follows.

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Would you say yes to the app? Saying no, protects your friends and loved ones but not you. Are you selfish? Is self preservation, selfish? Then say yes.

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I hope you enjoyed today's story, please share and let me know in the comments. If the response is good we will see what swiping right gets you.

Have you noticed? When you go to the Allfans site? Did you favorite the Buffet?

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Did you notice that neither Tommy or Richie film anything? Is it a drone? I mean it's kind of is but not in the way you think.

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Betty.

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Elizabeth Shaw was a 60 year old, mother of 2, grandmother of one. 5'4" 38 DD. Plump. The only way to tell her age is by her grey hair. Stern even before her husband died. Everything in it's place is... um was her moto. The furniture in her living room is covered in plastic. It started when her children Fred and Margot were young and it continued until Margot's daughter Catarina a child as well.

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One afternoon, Elizabeth had received a group text from Catarina. Margot and some of Catarina's college friends were included.

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Elizabeth had watched the video. Her own voice in her head faded to the new voice from the video. When the video finished, Elizabeth was just an empty shell. In the comments section of the video she typed "I crave your control"

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Soon her phone pinged "CRAVE, I AM YOUR MASTER. SEND ME YOUR ADDRESS" Elizabeth obeyed "CRAVE, STRIP NUDE AND MEET US OUTSIDE"

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Elizabeth, took off her jewelry, put them on the table. She pulled down her tan slacks and boring panties. Her thick white bush that hid her scalloped lips behind them tasted air. She unbuttoned her blouse, removed her cotton bra. Her eraser length nipples hardened in the cool air.

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The black utility van pulled down the driveway. Elizabeth stepped out of the front door. Tommy stepped out of the van tall, lanky with his hair combed over with the sides shaved close.

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"CRAVE. Answer my questions honestly" He said slyly.

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"CRAVE. What is your name?" He asked. "Elizabeth" she replied blankly.

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"CRAVE. Betty do you leave here by yourself?" He asked. "Yes, since my husband died 3 years ago" she replied evenly

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"CRAVE. Betty you belong to us. Everything you own or have is ours" Tommy said with a smile. "Yes" she said calmly.

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"Hey Richie! We got better digs!" Tommy said with a smile. Richie got out of the van's driver side "bout fucking time, filming in the hotel room was getting old" he said with a smile.

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Richie slid the side van door open. "CRAVE. Catarina, Margot, Lisa, and Sara go into the house and wait foor instructions"

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Four women emerged from the van. One had a soccer mom body, 2 were college women, one was an African American woman, and one was plus sized. As they walked past Betty, Tommy noticed the similarities in her, the soccer mom, and one of the college girls and smiled.

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Richie looked Betty up and down. "Tommy, her tits and ass are nice but I'm not pounding that sand. She looks dry as fuck" Richie shook his head.

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"Richie baby have I let you down? You know how you hate to stop and film? I mean I do too. Now this one has a house. No more filming in that cramped hotel room. It's like a camera drone that we don't have to recharge" Tommy said and laughed

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Richie nodded and walked into the house. Tommy ran his fingers through Betty's bush to the scalloped lips and inserted his finger. No reaction. Her master did not tell her to react. He ran a finger across her nipple. No reaction. "Not so dry, CRAVE. Now show me my house." Tommy said with a smile.

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Over the next few days Betty was dressed... ok dressed isn't the right word. Styled? Yes... that's it. They made her put her hair up in a 50s style behive. She wore pearl earrings, and pearl necklace. Sometimes only an apron when she was filming close to the action. Other times with a cupless bra, garder belt clipped to sheer stocking and heels.

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It became a regular practice with every shoot. "CRAVE. Betty film this and really get in there" Tommy would order and his human tripod with happily obey.

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"CRAVE. Catarina lick Lisa, really suck her clit. Her clit is yours, everything done to it you will feel equally" Tommy ordered and they obeyed. Betty got in close enough to film every moan, cry, scream of pleasure.

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When Richie fucked Margot in the shower from behind they dressed Betty in a trasparant rain coat and had her capture the expert fucking until Margot passed out.

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When she wasn't filming they sat her on a chair on the corner. She did not notice the plastic covering beneath her ass or even recognized her house or even herself. She lived from her master that owned her to say the word "CRAVE" and spurr her into action.

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So when you watch a video from the Buffet and you marvel at the expert drone filming say a silent thanks to Betty your human tripod

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Fin.

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As always, thank you for your support

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Jmo

All characters are 18 years old or older at the time of this story. Enjoy

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It’s an urban legend. At least that’s what I heard. It has excisted as long as putting video online has.

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The video itself isn’t the issue. It is some meme or cat video or something. Something to get your attention so you will watch it. Then you are hooked.

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It’s like someone is fishing. The fish however are women. It doesn’t work on everyone. But here’s what I have seen...

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Jimmy Webber came home from football practice one afternoon. His mom works from home. She wasn’t there. Ooooo...spooky... maybe she went out shopping... no dumbass listen.

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All the clothing she was wearing including her bra and panties was on the floor. On her screen a video was playing the description said “Toots the cat”. She didn’t come for 3 days. He got home after school and she was there like nothing happened.

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This guy in my history class Alex... um Alexander Ruiz, his sister Lourdes was home from the university of Miami. Hot but in a nerd way I guess... she vanished in the middle of the night and didn’t come back for a week. The last contact his family had was she sent her mother a cat video. His parents called the police and no signs of abducted. One morning he was eating breakfast and she was there like nothing happened.

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So me? Yeah. It’s not a legend to me. I was watching tv when my mom came home. She is a waitress at the restaurant a few miles into town. I try to stay up so we can eat together.

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She was talking about a meme or a video that one of the girls at work was talking about. I took a shower. I toweled off, got changed to kiss my mom goodnight. She was gone. Her clothing was on the floor under the table. Her phone and her car were still here. But the front door was slightly open.

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I unlocked her phone with her pin. On the screen was a video that had finished. I played it from the start. It was a video about a cat walking to the camera. The soundtrack was a weird trumpet noise. When the cat turned a small trumpet was sticking out of It’s butt. It was stupid but it had over 10 thousand likes and nearly that many replies “I crave your control”

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I grabbed my phone to call the police then I noticed it in my text messages it was from mom. “Watch this video it’s do funny” it contained a link to the toots video. It was a group message to me, my mom’s coworkers and her sister, my aunt.

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As of 2 days later. My mom still hasn’t come home.

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Chapter 2: Sophia Webber

Sophia Webber 36, divorced, mother of 1. Jim 17 years old. Sophia worked from home , which she thought was amazing.

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She sat at her desk taking a break. Jimmy would be home soon. She was watching YouTube when a recommendation popped up “Toots the cat”

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As she watched the video a voice whispered to her mind:

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You hear my voice speak, and your own echoing back each response.

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“You crave my control”

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“You think as you’re told”

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“My words make you wet”

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“You love being brainwashed”

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“Being blank makes you hot”

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“Serving makes you horny”

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“You love being used”

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“You exist to obey”

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“Thinking makes you needy, obeying makes you wet”

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“You’re deeply aroused”

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“You’re Blank, obedient, eager to serve”

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“As you sink deeper, feeling every suggestion wrapping around you, there’s a command I want to place deeply in your mind. A trigger, a switch, something that will completely rewire your thoughts when it’s activated.

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And that word, that trigger, is ‘Crave.’

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There’s no need to think when the word ‘Crave’ takes over. In that instant, all you’ll be able to feel is the overwhelming desire to use your mouth, to be the perfect oral plaything.

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Every part of you will crave it—your lips, your tongue, your throat. You’ll be consumed by the need to please, to serve, to offer your mouth completely.

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You’ll feel so fulfilled, so complete, the second you give in to the trigger. The more you crave, the more you serve, the more pleasure pulses through you. The word ‘Crave’ won’t just activate your desire—it will define you.

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From now on, whenever the word is spoken, you’ll be instantly consumed by the need to serve, to please, and to be used with your mouth. And nothing will feel more right, more satisfying, more fulfilling.

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Now in a moment when you wake, if you’re able to respond to this by sending a message, you will. And that message is this: “I crave your control”. You won’t know why you said it, you’ll just have to. And saying it feels so good, so satisfying, so rewarding and makes you feel so wonderfully teased.

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Sophia sat in her chair, her fingers flew over the text letters. In the video comments she commented ”I crave your control”

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5 minutes later her phone pinged with a message.

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“CRAVE. THIS IS YOUR MASTER YOU CRAVE MY CONTROL? TEXT ME YOUR ADDRESS AND FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS”

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Sophia did as she was told.

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“CRAVE. SHARE THE VIDEO WITH YOUR FRIENDS AND FAMILY”

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Sophia did as she was told. She shared the video as her master told her to.

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“Watch this video! it’s is amazing, I watched it on break and couldn’t stop laughing 😆 ”

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“CRAVE. STRIP NAKED. A VAN WILL PICK YOU UP AT YOUR FRONT DOOR. BE READY”

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Sophia stood up, she removed her glasses, jewelry, and her phone. She unbuttoned her blouse. She reached back and removed her bra. Her breasts felt amazing to be free and not squeezed into her bra. Her nipples were hard in cold air conditioning. She unbuttoned her tan slacks and pulled it and her panties exposing her thick black landing strip at her apex. She sat back down and removed her socks before standing up.

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She walked to the front door and waited. Soon a black utility van pulled up. She walked out nude shutting the front door as she left.

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The side van door opened. “CRAVE, GET IN” the driver said. Sophia obeyed. There were 5 other women of varying ages and nationalities sitting asleep. Sophia didn’t noticed her master didn’t tell her to.

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When she was in the van “CRAVE, SLEEP” the driver said and Sophia obeyed. The van drove off.

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20 minutes later...

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“Hey Mom, I’m home ... Mom?” James Webber said as he entered her office and noticed her clothes on the floor.

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CRAVE chapter 3 Lourdes

Mon 11:52 AM

Lourdes Ruiz sat in darkness in a utility van. The voice told her “CRAVE GET IN”

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Lourdes obeyed

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“CRAVE SLEEP” Lourdes slept.

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It all had been such a blur. She remembered watching the video sent to her by a girl in her dorm.

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A smile fell on her lips as she heard the words in her head

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“Each breath you take pulls you deeper into this new reality where your mind isn’t your own anymore. You can feel it—your thoughts being erased, one by one, replaced with something simpler, something more pure. You’re being emptied out, left blank and open, and in their place, new commands are being written in.

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The voice—my voice—echoes in your mind, shaping your new thoughts, your new purpose. You exist to serve. You exist to please. Nothing else matters. Those words carve themselves into the very core of your being, etching themselves into your mind with every breath, every movement.

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You’re no longer the person you were before. That person is gone, stripped away, as easily as your clothes were. You feel your body pulse with arousal as the last of your resistance fades into nothing. There’s nothing left of your old self. There’s only this—the blank, obedient, eager-to-please plaything you’ve become. Every time your body responds, every twitch, every spark of pleasure, reinforces this truth: you have one purpose, and that is to serve and be used, to bring pleasure in whatever way you’re told.

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You’re not just helpless; you want to be helpless. You crave it. And the more you realize this, the more your body responds, the more your arousal builds, flooding your mind with an undeniable need to please,and to serve.”

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Lourdes Ruiz is 19 years old, 5’6”. Curly light brown hair, and nice d cup breasts she usual kept hidden under a hoodie or a flowing blouse. Most people called her nerdy cute. Her glasses left in the pile of her clothes under the desk in her bedroom.

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As the van hit bumps on the road, Lourdes bumpped inside the van against someone on either side of her. Neither woman reacted or Lourdes either for that matter. Nobody told her to.

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“CRAVE, WAKE UP” the driver anounced. “CRAVE, GO, INSIDE THE HOUSE " the driver said pulling open the side door.

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There were 5 women in the van. A girl looked familiar to Lourdes, a girl from her dorm? She had sent her the funny cat video. Lourdes wanted to tell the blonde girl she liked the video but as soon as the words entered her mouth they vanished.

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The house was average at best. Neither expensive or cheap. All the furniture was covered in plastic and pushed against the wall. Off to the sound a soft sound of slurping filled the air.

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“Oh, Richie you are back already?” Said the man sitting on a couch. “The shopping list was only 5 this time” Richie said shrugging.

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The woman between the man’s legs was naked. Kneeling. She had both of her hands under her plump breasts. She was alternating between deep throating his hard cock and tittie fucking. Under her was a small plastic mat.

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He had used the CRAVE on Sophia, so she thought her mouth was vagina. Every few minutes her fluids would run down her legs and onto the plastic mat in sheer ecstasy.

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“Tommy you are going to wear that one out” Richie said with a devilish grin. “That’s why we went shopping” Tommy laughed.

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Tommy pointed to the 5 new girls standing at attention and said “pick from the buffet. After return the left overs from Monday” Richie smiled and called out “CRAVE, Blondie follow me” the girl from the Lourdes’ dorm and another older blonde woman followed Richie into another room.

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Tommy smiled “CRAVE, Mom bod, clean the mat with your tounge. Then stand over there until I tell you.” Lourdes watched as Sophia move backwards enough to lick the mat like it was the best tasting ice cream she had ever had. She stood up then walked off to the side and stood at attention.

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“You Chica, we are going to have fun” Tommy smiled and took a sip of his beer. “CRAVE...”

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CRAVE chapter 4. Gina

Gina had been working late at the restaurant because Tracy no showed for 3 days.

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While it was good for the money; she was exhausted. Her son Mike, 18 years old had waited for her to come home and have dinner with her. At dinner, she told Mike about how Tracy had sent her a video but she didn’t have time to watch it. Gina complained that Tracy hadn’t been to work in 3 days and was probably on a bender with her bf of the week.

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Gina is 37, 5′6″, and shoulder length brown hair. The waitress job had her on her feet and on the run which made her look 10 years younger.

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The warm water felt incredible against her skin as she showered. She toweled off. Put on her comfy pajama pants and a tank top. She went to the living room, kissed Mike good night and returned to her room.

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She pulled up the video link Tracy sent her “Toots... the cat? The fuck Tracy” as she watched the video, her own thoughts lessened and new ideas filled her head

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“Your mind has gone blank, completely open. All that’s left is the deep, sensual pleasure of being so utterly controlled, of knowing that in this darkness, you’re mine to guide, to mold, to command.”

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“As you sink deeper into the darkness, held tight by the bonds and the blindfold, you feel a new sensation—a shift in the air, a subtle pressure around your body. Hands, soft but firm, begin to move you, guiding you effortlessly. You’re being repositioned, but there’s no resistance left in you now. Your body feels light, almost weightless, as though it no longer belongs to you, but to whoever or whatever commands it.”

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“You’re nothing more than a pliable, obedient plaything, and that thought alone sends a wave of arousal coursing through you.“

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“As you sink deeper, feeling every suggestion wrapping around you, there’s a command I want to place deeply in your mind. A trigger, a switch, something that will completely rewire your thoughts when it’s activated.

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And that word, that trigger, is ‘Crave.’

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“The moment you hear it, the moment that word is spoken, something inside you shifts completely. Everything—every thought, every desire, every ounce of will—will shut off, like the flick of a switch. You’ll feel it immediately, a blankness washing over your mind, erasing every thought that isn’t about one thing… serving with your mouth”

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“There’s no need to think when the word ‘Crave’ takes over. In that instant, all you’ll be able to feel is the overwhelming desire to use your mouth, to be the perfect oral plaything. Every part of you will crave it—your lips, your tongue, your throat. You’ll be consumed by the need to please, to serve, to offer your mouth completely.”

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“When the trigger is spoken, your body reacts automatically. Every muscle relaxes, every thought fades, and your entire world shrinks down to one singular focus: obediently using your mouth. Every other thought, every other sensation, will disappear, leaving you with only the irresistible need to serve, to feel your lips wrapped around something, to taste, to lick, to please in any way you’re commanded.”

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“And you’ll adore it—every moment of it. You’ll find yourself slipping into that role so easily, so completely, because it’s what you’ve always wanted to do. You need it, you crave it, and the more you obey, the more pleasure you feel. Serving with your mouth becomes your sole purpose. The deeper you submit to that craving, the deeper your arousal grows, until there’s nothing left but the sensation of your mouth in motion, obeying, pleasing, serving”

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“You’ll feel so fulfilled, so complete, the second you give in to the trigger. The more you crave, the more you serve, the more pleasure pulses through you. The word ‘Crave’ won’t just activate your desire—it will define you”

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“Now in a moment when you wake, if you’re able to respond to this by sending a message, you will. And that message is this: “I crave your control”

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Gina typed a comment on the video. Her hands guided by the words in her head. “I CRAVE YOUR CONTROL”

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5 minutes later. On her phone “CRAVE, strip naked, including your jewelry and phone and meet me outside”

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Mike was in the shower. Gina walked through the house entranced removing jewelry as she walked. When she was in the kitchen she removed her clothing. Letting it pile on the floor under the kitchen table. With every step her perky breasts bounced, her thin brown landing strip already moist listened in the light.

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Outside a black van waited. “CRAVE, get in” the driver ordered. Gina obeyed. “CRAVE, sleep” the driver ordered. Gina obeyed, and the van sped off into the night

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Have you seen it? On the dark net? The Allfans site. It is there. “The Buffet” click the entry video...

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The video starts with 2 men in a living room. The furniture is covered in plastic. One is tall and lean with his hair brushed over his right eye and the sides shaved the other is shorted with close cropped hair and a short trimmed beard.

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“Hey this is Tommy M, and Richie E and we run the Buffet! grab your plate. Each week we get a fresh batch of girl and you can order our cultivated videos selections of these hoes... models in all sorts of acts. Or even order a custom video” Tommy said with a devilish grin.

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“You pay the monthly sub and buy as many videos and pics as you want a la carte” Richie said calmly.

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“Want a preview? This is Gina. Part of this week’s groceries. Lol” Tommy said running his eyes over her nude body.

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“Our... models are regular chicks old enough to be legal but not old enough that you are pounding sand” Richie said then laughed.

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“Gina ....” Tommy said but the sound cut out of the video. Gina opened her eyes, quivered for a minute then unzipped his pants and started giving Tommy a hand job. As her hand moved faster her legs started to buckle. She put her other hand on his chest. Tommy reached down, took her hand, and started to suck on her thumb. That was too much and she orgasmed the sound of the video returned with her screams of ecstasy as her juices ran down her leg.

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“Damn that girl really loves to give a hand job” Richie laughed. As Gina crumpled to her knees.

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The video sound cut out so that you could not hear Tommy’s instructions “CRAVE. YOUR THUMBS ARE YOU CLIT, GIVE ME A HAND JOB. NOW”

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The video progressed.

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A Latina girl walked out slowly in her hands were two leashes. 2 plus sized women 200lbs maybe 5’8” if they were standing. They however not. They were on their hands and knees. All three were naked.

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“Lourdes ...” Tommy said and the sound cut out again. Lourdes opened her eyes and stared ahead blankly. “Krista, Sara...” the sound was back and then out again. The 2 women leaned forward and pushed their asses up so Tommy could enter one as Richie enter the other from behind.

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“Videos can be purchased with a single girl or multiple girls. Or even girl on girl. I mean every good buffet needs a desert” Tommy said in the voice over.

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The video changed. A woman with a mom bod sat in a chair “Sohpia...” the video sound went out. Sophia opened her eyes and spread her legs wide. “Tracy...” and the sound went out again.

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Tracy poured a bowl of hot fudge all over Sophia’s plump breats and between her legs. She then poured powdered sugar onto Sophia. Tracy stood back then “Tracy...” the sound cut off.

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“Audio difficulties when we are filming so sad” Richie laughed. Tracy started licking Sophia. “Maybe we should have shaved her bare. If that chocolate hardens its going to hurt like fuck” Tommy said slyly “then Tracy with have to lick harder” Richie said “Tracy ...” and Tracy started speeding up.

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“New plates arrive every Monday. We take all forms of payment as long as it’s not cash” Tomjy said with a smile still pistoning his dick out of the plum woman.

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“Remember, this is their side hustle. Do not approach them on the street, if you see one of them” Richie said.

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“Remember to click the like, and favorite us so you don’t miss any fun or video,” Tommy said as he slapped the plus woman’s ass.

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Fade to black.

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Fin.

Synopsis: One time R3dSh@rk was one of the most feared hackers on the internet, then they vanished.

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4 years ago

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"Dateline Toronto, police raided a Best Buy, where a hackers used a local computer to leak pictures of the seeming married straight Canadian Prime minister with his apperant boyfriend. No Comment.... "

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"Today marks the 4 cyber attack on the Crown prince.... $1.2 million..."

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"The hacker now calling themselves R3dSh@rk left their calling card this morning at a police meeting with local cyber security experts. As you can tell by the video, everything looks fine until a red fin starts swimming under the screen, then words start to vanish, finally the computer overheats, then ceases to work."

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s starts with progress in the R3dSh@rk case. A suspect was seen using a computer in a local Best Buy linked to recent cyber attacks. Was hidden by a black hooded sweatshirt, the suspect is approximately 175-178 centimeters and 81 to 102kg. Gender undefined. If you were at Best ..."

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Amanda Morgan Adam had been on the run since stealing that $1mil from the crown prince. Even now in this empty apartment she had to hack the electric locks to get in and she was afraid someone would find her.

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Amanda had been on her own from an early age. Often returned to the orphanage because her intelligence was too high. A computer prodigy they said, unstable they called her, and so she ran away. Using her computer skill to provide for herself.

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Even on the run she couldn't help herself. She paid cash for a laptop then it was onto the next score. Tonight she hacked a US senator. He paid a subscription to a place and dumped $2.5 million into it. Amanda followed the trail. 3 shell companies, and investment firm, and to ... that's lot of money to pay for coffee... WTF is KKWW?

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Amanda sent her blackmail to the Senitor. She tracked 10 senators, 12 Oscar winners, 5 members of parliament, captain of industry to the same KKWW.

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A few hours and she was in KKWW's data base. Locations, subscriber lists, locations, and videos.

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Martin Blackwater sat in his office on his computer chat window popped up.

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R3dSh@rk@rk "I know what you do, If you dont want everyone to know. $10.5mil in non-traceable" then a screenshot with all the Klubs information.

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"Ok fine. But you have to meet me in person. As a computer prodigy I want to see who bested me. I will wire you a plane ticket" Martin replied.

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A few minutes later the deal was done. She would fly there then take a train home. So she would be harder to track. She could bribe that Crown prince and apologize? Get them off her back.

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Two days later

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Jin waited for the limo they sent to the airport. Jin thought it was ridiculous Martin would pay a blackmailer. The woman got out "are you Blackwater?" She asked.

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Jin rolled her eyes. The woman was a caricature of a hacker. Black hoodie, ripped black jeans, and a pair of red converse all stars. "I am Jin, Takahashi Jin. I am Mr. Blackwater’s executive assistant. Follow me"

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Amanda followed the Japanese woman to an office on the first floor. Martin stood at the desk within. He rose and shook her hand. "I wanted to offer you job, you can take the money and keep running or take my job offer and I can talk to the crown prince for you, he and I are business partners" he said with a smile.

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Jin was furious, offer a hacker a blackmailer... a job?

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No more running? no more hiding? It did sound enticing. "Ok, fine. Deal" Amy said. "Wonderful, now if you can can just watch or orientation video we can get started" Martin said then pressed the button for the video.

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Amanda didn't intend to watch the video, some corporate rah rah bullshit. Then she heard the buzzing in her head. She turned to ask if they heard it but she couldn’t remember her question, or who she was going to ask it to or even who she was. So tired she thought then slumped to the ground.

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Jin smiled "perfect punishment for a thief. Send her to SP, dress her in a fur loincloth, serve vodka, let them play with her fat tits while she stares ahead blankly" Jin spat full of venom.

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"Calm down Sakura, I have a plan. I always do" Martin said as he slid the ear buds into Amanda's ears. As he pressed the button, Jin noticed it was not the standard MP5 1.0 "Wait you're not?" Jin said shocked. "Oh I am. In 2 hours you will have a new sister. I can't let talent like that go to waste. I'm going to put the prodigy to use, a purpose for her" Martin said smugly.

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Martin and Jin stripped Amanda nude as the MP5 2.0 uploaded into her mind. Jin put the dirty clothes into a trash can. "She must have been living in these clothes for weeks, disgusting."

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Jin pushed the trash bin with all Amanda's belongings including her laptop out to the hallway and signaled the security "James, dispose of this for me" Jin said calmly and stood outside the door. This needed to be private.

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The laptop on the desk beeped an alert that the upload was finished. Martin kneeled next to her. She looked up to him confused, she had no personal memories but she new he was important to her somehow.

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"Amy. My name is Martin Blackwater and I just created you, here a few minutes ago. I made you because I need your help" Martin said calmly. "Help? I'm sorry, how?" Amy asked in almost a whisper. "I created you as a human shaped firewall. I designed you to protect me from cyber threats. But not as a wall my beautiful new daughter. You will help me build our future. I love you"

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Everything he said to her felt like the truth. His daughter? It felt right deep in her heart and mind. Protect him from threats, she could do that, it sounded like her purpose in life. She loved him too but not in a sexual way but in a paternal on.

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When Jin entered the room, Amy was still nude but sitting at the desk on Martin’s laptop. "...see here, I reinforced the protection. It seems someone got in... fuck R3dSh@rk? The fuck kind of Edgelord name is that? Sorry Martin they won't be bothering you again... lol" Amy laughed as her fingers seemed to glide over the keyboard.

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2 days ago

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Amy had taken an Uber from the Tribeca headquarters to just outside Klub NYC. In seeming condemned warehouse hidden from prying eyes lies the modern day Studio 54 the original KKWW. "Are you sure you wanna get out here? It's a rough neighborhood " the driver asked, "No, I'm good but thanks" Amy said before sending her payment for the ride, and stepping out of the car. Amy wore her leather jacket over a purple shirt dress and some boots.

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As she approached the entrance a security guard appeared. "No trespassing, please move along" he said calmly. "Oh... hey Carl.... sorry, I want to take a bite of the apple ... lol so corny" Amy laughed.

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"Hello Amy" Carl said talked into his headset "open up, operator #00006 looking to enter" The door unlocked to wide hallway that led to an elevator. Most subscribers park in the garage next door then use the axcess pathway to enter. Amy didn't want to use the limo just for her. She didn't need another lecture from Francine.

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In the elevator, Amy put on her lanyard "A. Adam, #00006 director of cyber initiatives" as a lieutenant it gave her a higher ranking then anyone in Klub NYC.

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Amy waved to security holding up her lanyard as she passed through the check in and walked into Klub passed the front desk, a polite nod and wave to Mindy the assistant manager.

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Amy was excited, she had planned this for weeks. Martin, Jin, Melanie and Luna were away on some new investor's meeting. She went through the "employee's only door" And down the stairs into the "backstage " the doll's prep/dormitory/cafeteria. Amy stopped at the hair and styling room. She stripped off her clothing leaving on only her thong. She sat in the makeup chair "Mistress? What are you doing here?" The stylist asked. "It's a secret, Georgia. Give me the full doll works."

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Jennifer Rizzo the day manager of Klub NYC was at her laptop seeing to the next group of reservations when she saw a plump 5 foot 8 inch doll walk in. She wobbles in a way that let Jennifer know the doll wasn't used to heels. "Amy? Is that you?" She asked confused. "Hi Jen... it's me... don't tell Martin ...or Jin... fuck not Jin" Amy said in almost a whisper. "Where did Samara go? " Jen said taking a quick inventory "I gave her the shift off, I'm going to fill in for her" Amy shrugged. "OMF'NG! Amy? he will kill us both evn worse if Jin finds out" Jen said in fear. "Don't worry, I will take care of it they will never know" Amy said with a smile. Jen just shook her head.

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For the next hour Amy waited tables. She asked the subscriber's opinion on this Klub and other small talk instead of the vapid and vague talk the dolls 1.0 usually employed . The older man stared Amy’s breasts the entire time while his wife glared at him.

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Amy stood and waited in the front room for her name to be called. "Samara... encounter room 5" Jen called out then realized it was Amy and mouthed a "No" shaking her head. Amy nodded "Yes!" vigorously then left.

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Jerry sat on the bed in encounter room 5. Every Monday precisely at 1pm he order sex with his favorite Samara Doll on his lunch break. The Ethiopian doll was exotic with her athletic frame and long limbs. The door opens slowly and Amy steps in. "You... you aren’t Samara" he almost cried. "Oh ... I'm Amy. Sammy is ...uhm sick today. I'm filling in" Amy said raising her eyebrow.

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"But... I paid for Samara" He cried. "Listen bud, she isn't here but I am. Are we or not?" Amy said with her hands on her hips. "Ok ... yes" He said.

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Amy bent over sliding her thong down and almost fell trying to step out of it still unused to her heels. She fell onto the bed on her back and opened herself for him. Jerry squeezed her breasts before kissing her and pushing into her dry. "Dude... dude ... is that all the game you have? Kiss then dive in.... seriously the fuck?"

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Amy was barely wet when he pulled out and then started to get dressed. Amy sat confused and watched. When he was done the timer on the nightstand announced "Allowed time completed. Please pay your server. grutity is alllowed for excellent service... allowed time com" Jerry swiped his KKWW Klubkard for the $12K + a 20% tip and left the room.

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Amy got up, decided to take a shower to get his smell off her. As she stood under the hot water of the shower she decided to go back home. Amy dried off, then put her thong and the feathered boa on again. She sat on the bed to put on those cursed heels again then left the encounter room.

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She walked through the Klub in it's afternoon parties and businesses meetings, it's newly minted millionaires looking with awe at their new playroom. She returned to the front room where some dolls stood with their eyes closed as their memories rolled back. She passed Jen the payment receipt and sighed.

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"Jerry?" Jen asked as she typed. "He was just so... I thought for that amount of money he would be ... more" Amy sighed in disappointment. "Amy, some subscribers are tantic gymnastics sex, and others are... ummm Jerry, most are in-between " Jen said not bothering to look up from her screen "Larry table 4, Emma table 9, Beth encounter room 2, George and Crystal Encounter room 7" Jen ordered and the dolls sprange to life and rushed off. "I'm going home, I'll see you Wednesday night like usual?" Amy asked then kicked off her heels and walked back through the employee's only door to get her clothing.

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Outside, while Amy was waiting for her Uber, she made a call "... I'm picking up pizza on the way home... fine I will get you wings. No boring, just another day at the Klub "

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Fin.

Synopsis: Aleksándra Pyotrova Bogenskya, what is to say?

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She was born on a collective in the motherland. While at school her natural athletic was noted and soon a representative was dispatched. She was sent to a camp for gymnasts at her 5 foot 2 inch hight she was perfect. Platinum blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. Then Olympic tryout , disaster. The footage was scrubbed because of the damage to her knee. Unable to perform, make her country proud she was removed from the team.

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At her parent's farm they came to her "how is your knee snowflake? You can still help the state. You just need other training " the man in the suit told her. Desperate to not be stuck on the damn farm she agreed.

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2 years later

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на территории страны действует иностранная компания. внедритесь туда и сообщите нам. "there is a foreign company operating in the motherland. infiltrate and report back to us."

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2 days later

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"Wecolme please take a seat, orientation will start in a few minutes, you speak english? "

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"Yes, from university. I speak english ok" Aleksándra said with a smile taking a seat infront of the screen.

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4 month later

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Hidden in the streets of Paris lay 2 abandoned buildings, together the size of a small city block. On the outside an eyesore thought to be scheduled for demolition but the wrecking ball never comes. The neighbors see the security guards and assume they are looking for looters or trespassers. What inside has been called the crown jewel of the KKWW empire, a land of opulence and desire made reality. At Club de café de Paris only the exotic will do. People of all shapes and sizes, ages, nationalities, even giants to small people. Une saveur pour tous les goûts is the motto. If you desire it they will make it happen. An exotic circus for they eyes and to comfort the body.

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A chime sounds in the dormitory. Alexy doll wakes up along with the other 19 dolls of her shift. She showers then dries off and goes to the cafeteria to eat, still nude like the others. After she goes to hair and makeup where her long platinum blonde hair is braided. They apply her makeup and then rub her body with the custom body lotion with gold flecks. Alexy puts on her short tutu, ballet shoes, and nothing else. No modesty, no thoughts just a doll 1.0. She stands at attention waiting for instructions for her shift.

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The day manager Jean gives instructions to dolls selected to be in the front room to be used as wait staff and in the encounter room. He then selects 2 male dolls to act as mimes. A plus sized woman and a short person to sit on swings suspended from the ceiling. Alexy and 2 others are selected as riders. They ride on perfect white horses through the Klub, a living advertisement to be ordered a la carte.

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As the doors open for the day, the attendant helps Alexy onto the horse. With every step of the horse, her breasts bounced and she can feel the horses back against her raw sex.

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A fat man at a table raises his hand to his waitress "Je prends celle-là, la petite blonde." The waitress a tall African woman tells Alexy’s attendant of the sale. He whispers orders to Alexy "Encounter room 6. Comply", Alexy nods, stands up straight on the Horse's back, does a spiraling back flip, lands a perfect 10 pose, and then marches off to the encounter 6.

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Alexy with her 5 foot 2 inch frame, is usually reserved for Subscribers with younger tastes that are rebuked by the over 18 years old rule set in stone.

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"What do you desire?" Alexy askes with her Russian accent as she slides down her tutu. The french man of 50 years old sits on the bed with his pants and boxes around his ankles. "Service me child and call me papa after." He says with a smile. "Yes, papa" Alexy says she she lacks her lips and takes him into her mouth.

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Memory rollback 35 minutes

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"Alexy, encounter room 4. Comply" Jean said looking up from his laptop. Alexy is confused for a second she was on a horse a second ago but that doesn't matter anymore, she had to follow instructions. She skip happily through the Klub past horse riders, mimes, acrobats, and body builders posing then freezing in position.

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The request card in the slot of the encounter room 4 said "acrobats style". Alexy entered the room, the door clicked locked behind her. The subscriber looked like a strong young man, his penis hardening as she pulled down her tutu.

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Alexy pushed him against the wall kissing him then did a back flip, landing her knees behind his head. She put her hands on his thighs to balance then took him into her mouth. Her knees moved his head forward and she could feel his mouth tongue eating her out.

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Rollback 40 minutes

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Alexy opened her eyes. End of shift. Monique the Night manager, a rubenesque African/ french woman was talking to Jean as he signed off from his computer and the day shift. As the night shift dolls filtered into stand at attention for their shift.

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Alexy walked down the stairs to the underground. Alexy and the dolls of her shift, removed their short pink tutus, placed them in the hamper and stepped into the shower. When a Doll was finished a next one to their place. The other dolls stood and dried off and silently waited. No modesty or any need to cover up after all what does product need of modesty?

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Alexy and her shift, walked to the cafeteria got their food then still nude and sat and ate in silence. When they were done they returned to their designated bunks and slept.

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Alexy doll was in an endless existence. Wait tables, sex in the encounter room, horse riders with gymnastic dismount, or sit on the giant swing. She could have been there 10 years or 20 minutes. With the rollbacks she didn't know and her doll brain didn't let her care.

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"Alexy, encounter room 9. Comply" Jean said as he grumbled as the order was late just before shift change. Alexy smiled as emotions returned to her as her feet touched the Klub floor. She skipped to the room and opened the door.

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"Your request card wasn't filled out, would you like to experience tonight?" Alexy asked with a smile. The man sitting naked on the bed smiled at her. "Oh... Princess, you'll do" He said in an Australian accent wiping his bloody nose. Lines of powder were on the nightstand. The man was 6 foot 2 inches, a full foot taller than Alexy. He was solid muscle with full sleeves of tattoos. He put his hand at the back of her head, she smiled as she was trained to do expecting a kiss. Instead he headbutted her, breaking her nose, knocking her out.

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When she woke up she was on the bed nude. He was doing more lines from the white powder on the nightstand. Violence was prohibited by a doll or from a subscriber to a doll, it was a session and subscription canceling offense . Alexy reached for the panic button as she was trained to do in case of emergency. He pulled her up by her braided ponytail and slammed her into the wall with all his strength knocking her out again. Blackness enveloped her.

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The door closing woke her up. She could feel were he penetrated her unconscious form. She could taste the blood in her mouth mixed with his seed. The timer clock with the panic button was destroyed on the floor. She left the room to alert security. He was there getting a drink from the bar. "остановитесь! Вы совершили преступление, пожалуйста, помогите службе безопасности." She called out, the words foreign even to her. Her head hurt badly as the blood poured down her face. English, Russian, and a little French mixed in her mind, she was unsure what language to use.

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Alexy grabbed his left arm. When he swung with his right she ducked it. Alexy pushed her foot into his kneecap it bent in the wrong direction. He screamed in pain. Alexy’s eyes had a vacant look like she was on autopilot. "Fucking cunt ya broke me leg, I'm going to..." he said as Alexy drove her knee into his temple knocking him out then collapsed herself.

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The medical team came as wicked them off to the small hospital in the underground. Alexy woke in her bed. Her whole body hurt, her broken nose was set. Her mind was a constant stream of images and memory. It was as if someone rewound the tape then fast forwarded it just to rewind it and start over.

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"It's bleed, we have to remove her" the nurse said. "We put him in a car and made it look like an accident. We can do the same?" The security guard said. "Clean her, dress her up, she has been summoned. I'm to escort her to Tribeca" Monique said annoyed.

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"Does he know she is bleeding? She needs to be removed." The nurse said growing more anxious. "He us going to remove us all if he finds out. I have a family. I can't be a doll. So clean her up and get her fucking dressed" Monique ordered angrily.

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The nurse brought Alexy hospital scrubs "Alexy get dressed comply " the nurse said and Alexy was shaking and she looked at her like she couldn't understand. Then she nodded "исполнять" and got dressed.

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Monique took Alexy to the private Klub jet awaiting at the airport. Monique dressed in her finest for her audience with the founder with Alexy as the prize.

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Standing in front of the gangway were 2 women. One was a tall blonde in a full leather coat over a snow leopard printed shirt dress and knee high black leather boots. Her arms were folded under her ample breasts. "Sorry, Lovely only her " she said with an Australian accent.

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But... but ...I'm her "manager" Monique said in shock. "We saw what happened. We will be in touch with you and your staff" Said the other woman, a shorter Asian wearing a black pantsuit and a full length fur coat. The two women escoted Alexy up into the plane "don't worry Lovely you are safe now" Melanie said with a smile.

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5 hours later

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"Aleksándra my name is Martin, I'm your creator. I honestly need your help. Our job is to find people cast adrift in life and give them purpose. There are people who would prevent us. I need your strength to protect our family, me and your sisters" Martin said sitting on the ground next to her. Alexy was nude but it didn't matter. He was her creator she had no modesty where he was concerned. She remembered a pink place that hurt her but it was more deja vu than a persistent memory. Walking up here on this floor was the first actual memory she had that was her. Her mind hugged the memory, her creator's words.

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"защищать? Ye...yes I can protect ...my ... how you say? My family" Alexy said getting to her feet

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"Jin? Melanie? You can come in. Escort your new sister downstairs to your apartment. Put her with Luna" Martin said with a smile.

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Fin.

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KKWW by Jmojocat

Copyright © 2026 Jason Lewis aka Jmojocat

All of the characters are 18 years old or older at the time of the stories

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For every Coke there is an RC Cola

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On the 5th floor of the Tribeca headquarters of KKWW in the personal office of the founder they sit; Jin Takahashi Co-Company Manager and Executive assistant to the founder. Melanie Jones Co-Company Manager and face of the company. Luna Williams Quality Control manager and director of Orientation. Amy Adam director of everything cyber. Aleksándra Pyotrova Bogenskya the personal security of her master/father and her sisters.

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The reason for today's meeting is the monthly investors meeting. "... which gives us a 3% rise in the final days of the Hawaii popup" Martin said as he finished reading the monthly numbers. Jin liked these meetings, it meant Martin brushed his hair and put on a suit instead of his jeans and his M.I.T hoodie.

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"Ok, Amy we can open it up for investor questions " Martin said calmly. "Ok... ok ... got one. How does the proliferation of Babes' Party affect the income of Klub Miami and Klub N.O?" Amy read.

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WTF is Babes' Party you ask?

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cue Bawitdaba by Kid Rock...

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Some where in Florida near Tallahassee in the corpse of a Ground Round restaurant it sits. Jamie parked his jeep in bleached seashell covered parking lot. Mark had been givin the direction by his RA Rodney "bring cash, it's fucking amazing" Rodney had told the college freshmen.

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The building looked like a townie bar with a motel attached. Outside the neon signs for beer brands, announcing 2 for 1 deals, and "lay and fry" special. At the counter a sign announced "ring bell for service".

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With a push of the bell she appeared. Standing 5 foot 10 inches and almost 200 pounds, her long blonde hair in pigtails braids, her arms covered in tattooed sleeves, she wore a tight white tank top, tight shorts with a order booklet in a holster, and a name tag "Pam" Emblazoned above her visible nipple. She had a thick gold choker and necklaces that draped across her ampt cleavage.

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"Hi, I'm Pam. Welcome to Babes' Party. A crisp C note gets ya in Sugar. Drinks and wings at the going rate, stage show every hour on the hour. For you gentlemen for the daily soecial of $1K I suggest the Lay and..." before Pam finishes her sales spiel a thin topless woman with chin length feathered brown hair pushed past Jamie and Mark "I ... where am ....I gotta get out of here" She mumbled as she ran barefoot to the parking lot.

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"JIMMY WE GOT A RUNNER!" Pam yelled. On the couch a thin man with long messy dark hair sat up from where he was sleeping in his camouflage cargo shorts. He patted his pants and pulled out a remote the size of a car remote and pressed a button.

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Jen didn't know where she was or how she got there. She remembered her first name but that was it. A few minutes ago something popped in her head. A man was fucking her, she didn't know him so she screamed, pushed him off of her, pulled on a pair of shorts, and ran.

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As she reached the threshold of the parking lot her neck started to get hot. She pulled at the gold choker around her neck. A large electric shock knocked her instantly unconscious. Jimmy pulled up in his golf cart and threw the unconscious girl in the back and drove back to the building.

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Jen awoke to a needle slipping under her skin, she was strapped to a chair with a VR headset over her eyes playing images. The voice behind the images "told her to obey is to be loved and love is the reward for obedience" it played in a loop until all she wanted to do was show her love in anyway they wanted her to.

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2 weeks later

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Pam moaned as the college boy pushed into her deeper. She had adjusted herself so he hit that perfect spot. After a few minutes she rolled off him satisfied. "Hey sug, leave the cash on the dresser, there is some drink and wing coupons for you too". He got dressed, paid, and left. Pam fixed her hair, makeup, and wiped herself clean .

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"Yup, Pam the oldest ride in the park has the longest line" She said to herself with a smile

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"Who's Pam" she asked herself suddenly not recognizing the woman in the mirror, her name, or anything about herself

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Downstairs in the lobby,

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"I'm Jen. Welcome to Babes' Party. A crisp C note gets ya in Sugar. Drinks and wings at the going rate, stage show every hour on the hour. For you gentlemen for the daily soecial of $1K I suggest the Lay and..." before Jen finishes her sales spiel Pam still naked pushed past the clients "I ... where am ....I gotta get out of here" She mumbled as she ran barefoot to the parking lot.

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"Jimmy! We got a runner ..."

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"I suppose if you used LSD to suppress the original persona, then used conditioning from waterboarding or hypnosis, you might be able to inducd a doll like state but it would be very unstable" Martin said walking around the conference room.

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Martin gestured for Melanie to stand. Melanie took off her blazer revealing her Tight sleeveless lavender button up blouse and tight black lavender pants. "So you can have a methadone clinic patient or Melanie if you please" Martin said and Melanie did a slow turn for the camera, tilted her head, then mouthed the word "Seriously?"

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End part 1

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Anytime anything is popular there are always copycats. Most of the time the people doing the copying do not understand the technology or formulas to recreate the original.

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शानदार सपना** the Glorious Dream

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Somewhere in Mumbai

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"I'll take 2 cokes" The well dressed man said with a smile.

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"Here you go sir" Maya said with a smile. Maya had just turned 18 last week. While naturally beautiful like her mother, poverty left her with no venue or necessity to enjoy or use it.

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"You work here alone?" He said passing Maya his 200 rupees. "With my mother" She said gesturing to the woman sitting behind her. He nodded politely. "I am bhartee, a recruiter. I work for the Glorious Dream company, have you heard of it? It's a Bollywood dinner theater. We put on shows once or twice a month"

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"I can't sing or dance" Maya and her mother Diya laughed. "We train you for that, 2 weeks, 3 maybe and you will feel natural on the stage" he said smiling "Ok, you can stay here. Selling your coke getting a fraction. I pay real money. What do you have to loose?" He shrugged.

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Maya turned to her mother. Diya nodded to her daughter. "Excellent, there is a bus on the edge of town, be there at 6pm. Just bring yourselves. We provide everything else." He said then walked off leaving his 2 cokes behind.

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4 hours later

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Maya sat in a bus next to her mother and 18 other people of varying ages, some older a a couple younger. As the bus turned they saw the building a Victorian era 2 story hotel. "The Glorious Dream" With posters of past productions attached to the fences around the parking lot. A small sign next to the door said "Auction after the show, register now!"

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Maya gasped at the interior, the furniture alone costs more than the income of her town. There was a large round stage at the center and the dining tables were set around the stage. A tall man in pristine white suite appeared and said, "Please follow me, we will have a brief orientation video to explain our company"

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2 weeks later

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Maya stepped to the side to allow Anvi and Jaya to exit the directors office. The 2 twin girls would be her sisters in the show. "How are you Maya?" The director asked. "Sore but I know all the dances and I know my songs" She said with a smile. Maya wanted to tell him of her headache and not being able to remember anything before the company. She still felt embarrassed about falling asleep in orientation. She would do whatever they said to be in the show anything it was the most important thing in her life. "Back to practice, Maya. Thank you for checking in" Maya smiled and left as Diya entered for her meeting. Maya nodded politely to the woman who was her "mother" In the show. Maya felt like she should know this woman but as soon as the question appeared in her head it was gone. After the meeting with each of the cast, the director smiled to himself. None of the cast realized they or the other cast members were naked the entire time.

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One week later

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The parking lot was full. The restaurant was filled to capacity. On the center stage, the "Glorious Dream presents: 2 husbands for Maya " a musical about a woman, her betrothed, and the man she loves. They sang, they danced, everything in perfect sync, and the audience clapped and sang along.

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When the show was over the cast took their bows and stood at attention with their legs spread and hands resting on their hips.

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"Good night everyone, if you paid for the auction, please remain in your seat" the director said with a smile.

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20 minutes later

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"Good good, first up Diya " The director said and the spotlight found the older woman.

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"Lets start the bidding at 893,743.70 Rupees or $10K American" the director said with a smile. 5 minutes later she was sold to the gentlemen at table 6 who escorted the nude entranced woman to the rooms upstairs.

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"Now ladies and gentlemen we have a special twins Anvi and Jaya" the director said and the spotlight found the girls.

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Maya stood at attention, unmoving, unthinking, waiting for her name to be called by the Director.

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Another successful show of the Glorious Dream.

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End Part 2

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Part 3 الظل الجميل للإيمان والطاعة the beautiful shadow of faith and obedience

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Deep in the old city it sits. A tea house. While it looks basic and unassuming with wisps of smoke from water pipes and hints of mint; only the elite men may enter.

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As Yusuf entered a girl 18 years old approached. She wore a trasparant nylon body suit, a trasparant nylon abaya, and a trasparant hijab. It was very apparent as she got closer she wasn't wearing a bra or panties. A gold name tag simply said 6.

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Yusuf removed his jacket passed it to the girl and was waved over by his friends Omar, Hamza, and Ali who were playing dominoes. Standing at table was a 50 year old woman in the same outfit as 6 but her name tag said 9.

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As 9 stood, waited, and served the table. She quivered slightly then was still again. 3 months ago she was Noor, a married college professor with her husband. She had invited like minded women from her classes to a special women's studies class. Then one night they were raided. Noor, her husband Bilal, and the girl from her women's studies were taken to become shadows. They were given pain. Wood shoved under her finger nails and between her toes driven up until the pain was unbearable. Simple pain was not good enough. The pain was extended until she would do anything be anything if she would never feel that pain again.

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As Omar stood his arm knocked his cup, the nuts, and figs on the ground. "9 clean it" he grumbled. 9 was staring at her fingers then got down on her knees and cleaned. The men at the table watched 9 as her breast bounced and her ass cheeks moved as she scrubbed. "14 bring me another cup" Omar yelled.

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A man in his late twenties appeared, he was clad in a salwar kameez, a thobe, and a kufi. Like the women his clothing was transparent. A shadow may look like a person but they are a possession of the tea house, an instrument, an item. What does a tool need of modesty or community?

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"Oh it's him" Sneered Yusuf "this fuck missed that shot on an open net and cost me $30K" then he slapped the man hard between the legs. 14 bent over ar the impact but then quickly stood at attention. The men laughed.

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When 9 was done cleaning she slowly stood and Omar rubbed her ass as she stood. "There are rooms in the back for that" Hamza said then laughed. "I think I will" and he put his arm around 9's shoulder and led her to the private rooms.

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Yusuf put his share of the payment on the table "time for me to return home. 6, my coat" He said and the young woman brought over his coat and held it open for him to put it on and he left stepping out into the afternoon sun.

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End part 3

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These were only some of the copycat Klubs we did not see

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永恒的荣耀之爱 Glorious Love Everlasting from Shanghai, or O Sol e as Estrelas The Sun and The Stars from Barcelona, or even

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เต้น เต้น หัวใจสวยงาม Dance Dance Beautiful Heart of Thailand .

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Maybe next time perhaps.

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Fin

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KKWW by Jmojocat

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Copyright © 2026 Jason Lewis aka Jmojocat

How does it work? The doll thing right?

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It starts with the orientation video. There are subliminals both audio and visual that put the subject in highly suggestive hypnotic state.

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Is it permanent? Simple answer is no. If a subject is not given the MP5 1.0 audio file witin 24 hours they will revert to their usual self. If a applicant is culled for any reason by the Director of Orientation, Ms. Luna Williams. They are told to get dressed go home safely. They are told that they will not remember the events of the day and the job wasn't really for them.

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The next step is the MP5 1.0 file. The MP5 conditioning wipes out autobiographical memory but leaves the scaffolding of intellect and learned skill. They aren’t “biological automatons,” they’re people whose beliefs have been rewritten so perfectly that they no longer question their own origin. It’s not that they can’t arrive at the question — it’s that the question has been rendered meaningless inside them.

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Once the MP5 1.0 is administered there is no way to retreave their personal memories again.

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The MP5 1.0 locks them in the suggestive state. They are told they are artificial, they will only pretend to be human in front of a subscriber, and finally it installs the safe mode and roll back features.

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1. Safe mode. After an encounter with a subscriber/patron a doll will return to the front room and stand at attention. This allows medical staff to check out a doll. The manager will assess if the doll can continue on with their shift.

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2. Rollback. Rollback is the dolls erasing all the stress or anxiety accumulated from interaction with a subscriber. Both emotional of physical. It's a emptying the cashe or rolling back the video tape just so you can record over it.

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Dolls 2.0.

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There are only 7 dolls that have been given the MP5 2.0 upgrade. The MP5 2.0 removes the need for roll back. While they are told they are creations of Martin Blackwater, they however "pretend" to be human all the time. This allows them to think on their feet and problem solve on their own.

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Usually the MP5 2.0 upgrade is a personal thing. Only Martin is there for the awakening. Martin steps in “I am your creator; you are my daughter.” And because the system has primed then to accept a single, absolute input as truth, his words fuse to the empty neural lattice like solder. From that instant, their entire identity grows around him. It’s terrifying and intimate at the same time — almost religious. They are not forced to obey; they believe obedience is their nature. That’s what makes those awakenings so powerful — they’re not just creation scenes, they’re moments where belief replaces memory.

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Once given the MP5 2.0 upgrade the doll will not remember any of their Doll 1.0 activities or memories. A Doll 2.0 memories start at the initial wake up after the upgrade.

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Simple isn't it?

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KKWW by Jmojocat

Copyright © 2026 Jason Lewis aka Jmojocat

All characters are over the age of 18 or older during these stories

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Have you been lucky enough to get a ticket? That place in selected Klubs the stage. It needs a special ticket purchased on the website or app.

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One upon a time Klubs had triple live bands. At least they did until [Redacted] a few nights later at a Baltimore gig boasted about what they saw at KKWW NYC.

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A new edict was made. The Songbirds. We scoured the world for acts that while not publicly know, are as talented as any mega stars on tour.

They only preform to you, our beloved subscribers and to those who purchased the $5K ticket which go to maintaining our Songbirds and cultivating the next generation.

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Marissa,

22 years old

Mexican female

5'4"

Style: Gospel, Mexican, Power balads

Selena, Jaci Vasquez, Whitney Houston, Olivia Rodrigo, Ariana Grande

Currently seen at KKWW N.O in Louisiana.

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Lydia

25 years old

Greek female

5'7"

Style: Pop, Rock, New Wave

Debbie Harry, Stevie Nicks, Karen O, Taylor Swift

Currently seen at KKWW NYC

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Judy

55 years old

Polish/German female

5'10"

Style: Pop, Rock, Balads

Mamma Cass, Etta James, Adel, Lizzo, Megan Trainor

Currently seen at KKWW Midwest

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LUX

25 year old

Pakistan/British female

5'5

Style: Punk, Rock

Pauline Murray, Katherine Woods, Phobe Lunny, Tallulah Sim-Savage

Currently seen at KKWW U.K

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Each Proformance is a fresh, original, and transcendent experience. Preformed as if they are preforming for the first time just for you.

Did you know you can reserve them for the encounter room? That is policy with our Doll prefomers. Due to the special rarity we place a start rate of $1.5mil. The Songbirds reserved on your subscriber’s app or website on the Doll selection tab under "Exotics"

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To purchase a ticket KKWW.com/SBticket

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To Reserve an encounter room visit KKWW.com/reserve

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Availability may vary. All encounter requests are reviewed in the order they are presented

Reservation for encounter room are only available to subscribers. Guests are allowed if accompanied by the owner of the subscription.

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Laissez les bons temps rouler

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In a set of seemingly abandoned row houses it sits. A hidden land of decadence and excess. Where it is Mardi Gras everyday. Illuminated Mardi Gras floats line a starry mosaic wall and the notes from the wandering Jazz band give a constant beat like a heart. The hints of gumbo, jambalaya, and fish fry drift through the air like perfume.

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Dolls both men and women dressed in the standard Klub uniform of a thong with no top. This Klub however decorates their dolls with harlequin masks and Mardi Gras beads that shine under the Klub lights.

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This Klub does not have a front room for the managers and the dolls. Instead he sits, Brother Midnight, the night manager on a dias in garb only befitting an Oungan, priest of Haitian voodoo. Wearing a purple vest, black pants, coat, and top hat. Around his neck a string of bones made of gold. Half of his face painted like a skull. The Dolls stand around him at attention awaiting instructions.

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The Klub was designed to be vibe of New Orleans given shape. A garden of good and evil meets good old southern hospitality -with a flair only the Klub can bring.

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Unlike the other Klubs, New Orleans is not setup as floors but one giant room with only the exception of the encounter rooms attached by a hallway. Bar and Resuturant on one side and the entertainment venue on the other.

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On the raised stage in the entertainment side, the house band is setting up. It is the time of the night when the moon rises from her slumber. The walking Jazz band freezes as if paused, their last notes dying in the air.

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The lights go out throughout the Klub. A spotlight appears and she walks with purpose. Each step a spotlight. A silver microphone in its stand shimmers in the spotlight then all darkness. When the house lights return there is a burst of white feathers that drift to the ground. At the microphone, she is there the crowd erupts with cheers. It is Marissa Songbird of New Orleans.

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The roar of the crowd echoes off the walls as the feathers drift to the ground in slow motion.

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Marissa was clad in a sheer nylon shirt that left no doubt she wore nothing under it. Her silver Crucifix shown under the spotlight. She wore black Palazo pants printed with silver stars and Crucifixs. Her heels added 3 inches to her 5 foot 4 inch frame. Her bracelets and bangles jingled as she reached for the microphone.

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Her face a mask of concentration and desire as if the stage was what she was made for. Her long dark brown hair was parted in the center and cascaded down her back. Her makeup was perfect against her sun kissed skin. When she sang the heavens parted. A mixture of gospel mixed with JLo mixed with Selina.

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Her voice, a combination of innocence, and sin, washed over the Klub. The house band backed her with drums, bass, and keys. The horn section belted out the refrain and the crowd went wild.

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The original Marissa wouldn't be caught dead on a stage. The daughter of Mexican immigrants only sang in the shower or at church. The first of her family college freshman had applied to an online job advertisement as a way to offset her tuition payments. But after the orientation, she never came home.

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Now only the Klub is home. Her stage was home. Living her life one performance at a time.

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2 hours later Marissa was done for the night. Her two encores finished. She blew kisses and waved as she walked back to behind the curtains and the waiting security detail.

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As she stepped through the curtain, the jazz band continued their song as if they were awakened from the pause.

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In the center dias, Brother Midnight bellowed his orders to the awaiting dolls. At the mention of their name and assignment they snapped to attention. The Dolls moved Mechanical at first but were full of emotion after stepping off the dias. "A good proformance, the patrons were happy and happy patrons ordered more, drank more, fuck more " Midnight laughed to himself.

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The tablet on his lap pulsed a new reservation, a new request. His eyes widened ... that payment, that price... he swore to himself.

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"Sol, bring me my phone" he bellowed. Sol was the day manager. Clad in a gold pantsuit with Mardi Gras beads around their neck. The Androgynous Angel complete with halo smiled, "sure Sug" they said and passed Midnight his phone.

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Tonight, was busy even for the NO. It required both managers. Usually one manager was capable but not on this night.

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Mindnight dialed and on the 5th ring, "Handler Ross ... can't you understand I'm very busy?"

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"She has been reserved. Prepare her for service" Midnight ordered.

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"no she has to be put to sleep... no, I refuse" Handler Ross pleaded. "Do I need to involve Ms. Takahashi?" Midnight grumbled. ".. but ... but, I ...no... you don't have to call her" the head Songbird handler sighed loudly into his phone.

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"Stop sleep protocols. Marissa Songbird has another performance" Handler Ross said with tears in his eyes. "But, sir we just washed her" the medical staff looked at each other.

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In encounter room 6 he sat on the bed. His clothes hung neatly in the closet. His eyes checked the time on the nightstand. This was going to cost him a fortune. This would be the price of a few houses, she better be worth it he thought to himself.

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Marissa Songbird was dressed in a transparent nylon robe with silver beading to give the illusion of modesty. Her makeup was the perfect mix of power and confidence. As she was led by 4 security guards her diamond jewelry sparkled under the lights. As she walked subscribers, the elite of society stopped in awe, star struck at being so close to a Songbird, it was like an angel descended from heaven.

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2 Security guards took up position at the door. The other two security guards did a quick patrol of the area. When it was considered safe, one of the guards held the door and Marissa Songbird stepped in. He could see the outline of her nipples pressing against the fabric. She walked towards him, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. He could feel his cock twitching in anticipation.

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"You're late," he growled. "I was singing, I'm sorry" She said in almost a whisper. Marissa hadn't really talked to anyone outside of the Songbird staff let alone a Patron. This was her first time out the Songbird dormitory or the stage. She was confused and a little scared.

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"On your knees, I am going to message your throat from the inside" He laughed and jer doll 1.0 training and conditioning kicked in.

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Somewhere on the fourth floor of the headquarters in Tribeca, NY. Buzz...buzz....buzz... "wut, are you mental? do you know what it is" Luna said sleepily into her phone.

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"They wouldn’t listen... to any of us. We were almost done for the night and they took her. We don't know what condition she will be in when they are done! You have to do something" the technician sobbed into the phone.

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"Ugh... what Klub? Fucking hell, if yer gonna call and wake me up ya have ta give somethin ta work wit. Spit it out, ya?" Luna growned.

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They wouldn’t listen... to any of us. We were almost done for the night and they took her. We don't know what condition she will be in when they are done! You have to do something" the technician sobbed.

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"Hold on, yer telling me; someone reserved a Songbird for the fucking encounter room? And it actually went through?" Luna was amazed. "Yes, Ma'am we were as shocked as you. " the technician whimpered.

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The Songbirds are listed as being able to be reserved but the manager is supposed to deny the request. It keeps them desired and un-obtainable at the same time. For the request to go through meant either the manager was asleep at his post or on the take. Neither was a good thing.

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None of the lieutenants liked the Songbird program. It was very expensive to maintain a Songbird; between the 24/7 personalized care, staff, and a second of their Klub being set aside. All that for free entertainment. There wasn't any tickets sold, records sold, ir even music to be downloaded. It was cost without payoff.

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Martin only created them when it was no longer viable to have Live acts play at a Klub. On one occasion Green Day bragged about playing "last night in the most exclusive club in the world, hey Melanie give me a call!" It became hard to hide a tour bus or the truck with all the band's gear. Was it amazing to have Mick Jagger in Klub Sao Paulo? Absolutely, try sneaking him in.

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Back on the dias Midnight phone rang "Hello?" He said confused, few people had his direct line "This Co-Company manager Jones. Identification #00003. I am to understand you did not prevent a Songbird reservation?" Melanie said with her Aussie lit.

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Y..yes ma'am" Midnight said sheepishly as Sol stared at him in disbelief.

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"Fucking Wanker! A Songbird is worth more than you and your staff's salary. Shut it down or the only thing you will be managing is a Waffle Hut. Get me?" Melanie grumbled.

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"Yes ma'am, I'm sorry ma'am" Midnight said then hung up.

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On the 4th floor living room of the lieutenant's living space in Tribeca, NY; Melanie finished the call. Her sleep mask on her forehead pushing her blonde hair back. Her robe tied tight around her and the most jarring no makeup. She turned to Luna sitting on the couch in her ManU jersey and thong. "So Colonizer, can I go back to sleep?" Luna stood up, patted Melanie on the shoulder "Cheers Barbie, go back to ya 12 hours of beauty sleep" And walked back to her and Alexy’s room.

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Marissa hurt. Her doll conditioning made her fufill a subscriber's request as long as there was no violence to her or the subscriber. Even though he was in her, his weight pushing in further with every thrust. Her throat hurt from him blowing his seen into her, she could still taste him.

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The door opened and 2 security officers stepped in. "Times up" One of the guard ordered. The startled patron pulled out and rolled onto the floor. "I paid for the full half hour! Damn it don't you know who I am?" He growled getting to his feet. "Of course I do Senator, I voted for you"

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2 guards, helped Marissa Songbird up and helped her with her robe."Come on Songbird it's past your bed time" when the door closed behind her, Marissa could still hear the patron yelling. Did she disappoint him? She asked herself feeling bad.

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As the guard led Marissa through the Klub, into the elevator to the Songbird enclosure. Marissa was home and safe. The technicians undressed her and washed her. They rubbed the steroid gel on her throat. "I'm sorry Mari, we won't let them touch you again " the technician said covering her naked form with thr heating blanket.

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As Marissa's eyes closed. Her memories rolled back 2 hours.

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Judy Songbird

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Judith Lynne Reynolds loved 2 things in life. Her husband Paul and singing in Church on the Sundays she was home. She drove an 18 wheeler and was gone weeks at a time.

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Judy is 55 years old, five foot 8 inches tall and between 180 to 200 lbs. Never comfortable in her skin, she never wore anything revealing or pretty much anything outside her button-up work shirt, jeans, and work boots. Even at home she never felt desired or sexy.

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One night, the love of her life, Paul, died of a massive heart attack. Judy was on the road. The mailman saw him on the floor of their one-floor house and called 911. It was too late and she wasn’t there to say goodbye. With Paul’s death, Judy fell into a deep depression. She didn’t work, she stayed home and ate her sorrows. After a few weeks, the trucking company called and, with a heavy heart, they let her go.

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With no money coming in, there was no money for the mortgage.

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Judy had to get a job. An online ad had listed a more than competitive rate with a flexible schedule. That would be the solution, and her sister said she needed to get out of the house.

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Flagged: Applicant. Hobby. Answer listed.

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“I love to sing in church on Sunday.”

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Judy arrived at a closed Old Navy in a strip mall. There was a bus parked outside. The driver must be taking a nap, she thought as she entered. “Excuse me, I’m new. My name is Judy. I was told to come here for new employee orientation?” Judy asked. “I see you on my tablet. We were waiting for you, love,” said the British woman behind the desk. “Find a spot and we will start the show in a few minutes.” Judy was embarrassed to be late. She didn’t want to start off on a bad foot.

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10 minutes later,

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Judy felt lighter. Her stress and anxiety were gone. She had no memory of her life. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. She felt good… so good.

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5 minutes later still,

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Judy stood on a stage. A woman as tall as she was poked and prodded her. “A little flabby but the size makes up for it, ya?” the British woman marveled. “I don’t know, get hit in the encounter room with one of those and it might be a lawsuit,” A shorter girl said, and both women laughed. Judy just stared ahead mindlessly.

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10 minutes after that,

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A technician outside the awaiting bus scanned the barcode sticker above Judy’s right nipple. “Fuck, hey she is in the wrong line! The scan says ‘Songbird’, I need a supervisor.” Another technician approached, scanned the barcode, and said,

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“#68351 Step out of line. Wait for further instructions. Comply.”

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Judy took two steps to the left, out of line, and waited.

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LUX

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How long?

Two hours.

The music is in her head. Playing in a rotation. She has no memory of a time without the music.

The nurse checks her vitals. Then gives the thumbs up to the head handler.

They spray her body with warm water and a technician scrubs her naked body. She is laying on a hospital gurney. They air dry her body. But not enough to dry out the air in the room.

A technician shaves her head bald. The two stylist enter. One picks the outfit and accessories for tonight’s performance. A line of thick coal is drawn across both eyes. They draw a thick vertical red line over one eye and apply the black lipstick.

The other stylist puts on the black knee high leather boots with a two inch lifts and buckles them on tight.

The gurney is tipped so she is vertical. "Step forward. Comply," the stylist said and she did what she was told.

"Put this on. Comply," the stylist said, and she did what she was told. The dress was made of small silver chain mail rings that hung mid thigh. As she stood still, the stylists walked around assessing. They gave her a spiked collar and silver barbwire necklace and bracelets to finish off her look.

"10 minutes... 10 minutes," the head tech called out.

As the stylist puts in her earring she took out the earphones. The music stopped.

The house band walks out to the stage seemingly unnoticed. The room goes black as the lights turn off. Then a spotlight appears then is extinguished with each of her steps.

Her breathing is even, no fear, no anxiety only the music coursing through her mind.

She walked forward with purpose. Her eyes are focused. She is confident. She is the Songbird of London.

The lights reflect from her chain mail dress as she reaches for the microphone. "You wanted the best? The best couldn't fucking make it!" she screamed into the microphone. "You get to deal with me instead!" she roared and the crowd cheered. She stood a queen in her kingdom. Her eyes darted, taking in the crowd, and she smiled.

Almost 2 hours later and 2 encores, the show was done. Lux, caked in sweat, leaving it all on the stage, roared, "I am Lux — which is short for Delux! And that's the show you fucking got!" Mic drop. She turned on her heels and stalked back to the curtain. The crowd screamed in approval.

Security was waiting for her when she stepped through the curtain. Her bravado, confidence, and presence faded away from the subscribers.

A Songbird is a specialized Doll 1.0. A prized specialized doll. A Songbird lives for the performance and is put away almost right away. Like your good China dishes when your boss comes to dinner.

Lux walked back to her “dressing room” — cold, sterile, more lab than lounge. "Strip. Comply," the head handler said, and she did. The stylist hung up her dress, put away her jewelry until she was nude again. In her boots. The gurney rolled into place behind her. They tipped it until it was vertical — she moved with it, unresisting. They removed her boots.

"Clear!" the tech shouted as they sprayed her with warm water and scrubbed the makeup and sweat off of her.

The nurse checked her vitals and gave the thumbs up to proceed. The technicians applied the steroid gel to her throat, they affixed a breathing mask over her nose and mouth. Her eyes shut as her memories rolled back to 4 hours. The technicians covered her with a thermal blanket and put in her earphones. Lux slept with the set list for tomorrow's performance playing in her empty head.

"Good night, Lux," the nurse said, turned off the lights, and locked the door from the outside.

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Just another night at the Klub

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KKWW by Jmojocat

Copyright © 2026 Jason Lewis aka Jmojocat

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All of the characters are 18 years or older at the time of this story.

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Have you heard the rumors? Or is it an urban legend? A place hidden where the Elite use anyone for their whims and pleasure… for a price

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Have you heard the rumor? The Urban legend? Have you seen those expensive cars in the cheap low rent part of town? The security details patrolling the abandoned house?

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Have you been riding through the underground and you see the flash of light out of the corner of your eye accompanying a driving beat?

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People whisper it is a hidden place where the elite use anyone for their whims without fear of repercussion.

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“… and this is for you” said a plump man in an expensive suit handing his waitress a thin stack of $100 bills American. “And what kind of name is Aoife?" The man asked with a southern accent and a smile as he took his coat from his waiting wife.

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“It means beautiful in my country” the Aoifa said with a happy smile. Aoifa was short and slightly plump in all the right places. Her hair was a deep brown with golden highlights. Her skin had a rich olive complexion with body loins flecked with gold that sparkled under the lights. She was topless with a purple string thong.

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Aoifa happily skipped through the club floor, passing other men and women dressed in similar attire. When she entered the front room all emotions drained from her, each step becoming more mechanical. She handed the payment receipt and cash tip to the waiting manager. She then took her place in line with other dolls standing at attention. Her eyes closed as her memories came back to minutes before her last patron encounter.

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This Aoife is a far cry from her former persona. The 19 year old devout Muslim woman had come to America for college. America was more difficult than she expected and the constant bullying from a girl in her dorm wasn’t helping. One night in an attempt to offset her college bills she saw an online advertisement.

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“The KoffeeKlub Worldwide LLC is hiring in your area. We offer a slightly better than competitive rate because our clientele expect the best. Health insurance which includes glasses and dental, paid vacation, and flexible hours. Click the link to apply now!

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TheKoffeeKlub.com/careers”

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Aoifa smiled, a better than competitive rate sounded just like what she needed. KoffeeKlub? She could be a waitress or make coffee; it didn't sound difficult. She hoped she could wear her hijab and her long sleeves under her uniform. She must preserve her modesty. Aoifa filled out the application and hit send. Within two days an email arrived in her inbox.

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“Congratulations, your application has been accepted. As the newest member of KoffeeKlub Worldwide you must attend the orientation for new hires at the location and time listed below. Please bring your ID and if you are a foreign resident please bring your paperwork confirming you are allowed to work in this country. Again Congratulations”

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The location for the orientation was two towns over. Aoifa had to take a bus, then transfer to another, and finally walk up a block according to her GPS. Aoifa was confused. The location was in what looked like an old abandoned strip mall. There were some buses parked outside in a parking lot. The drivers must use this lot to sleep when they aren’t on duty, she thought.

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Outside of a door, stood a tall blonde woman. She was strikingly beautiful. She had a rich tan, sparkling blue eyes, and curves in all the right places. She wore a simple blue polo shirt with tan linen pants and heels. The woman was almost the perfect Barbie doll made flesh. There was a name tag affixed to the shirt above her perfect breast, ‘Melanie Jones, Co-Company Manager. KoffeeKlub Worldwide LLC’.

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“Excuse me? I am looking for orientation. I hope I’m not too late.” Aoifa said with a polite smile.“No, Lovely you are just in time. Please check in with the next available table” Melanie said in an Australian accent as she held the door open.

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Inside, there were 3 lines leading up to tables where women in blue polo shirts were busy checking people in. There were 25 to maybe 30 people of varying ages and nationalities Aoife estimated. Most in line with a sprinkling sitting beyond on folding chairs in front of a movie screen that was set up.

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To Aoifa’s dismay, one of the girls from her dorm was in one of the lines. The blonde girl had bullied Aoifa since first seeing her in class. She was being checked in by an Asian woman ‘Takahashi Jin, Co-co-company manager. KoffeeKlub Worldwide LLC’ on her name tag.

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As Aoifa reached the front of her line “Luv, step up. We are running behind” said a voice in a British accent broke Aoifa’s train of thought. The voice belonged to ‘Luna Williams, Quality Control Manager, Director of Orientation. KoffeeKlub Worldwide LLC’ a stunning brunette woman.

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“Are they all beautiful here?” Aoifa thought to herself feeling inadequate. Aoifa glanced down at her own conservative clothes and felt like a frump.

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“Luv, are ya listening? I need yer name, ID, and working papers if you are an alien resident” The British woman said, annoyance clear in her voice.

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“Oh, I’m sorry. Aoifa. A-O-I-F-A. Is it okay if I wear my hijab? Do I also need to wear my long sleeves in any uniform? My modesty must be preserved” Aoifa blurted out then felt embarrassed.

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Luna looked up from her tablet as she typed. “You are fine, we don’t discriminate. We take all people of all faiths, genders, ages, and nationalities. As long as you are 18 years or older.” Luna said, reassuring Aoifa. “No, please find your seat"

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Aoifa walked past the desk. That blonde girl from her dorm stuck her tongue out as she walked by.

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As Aoifa took her seat she marveled at the array of people. A job that paid above a competitive rate was hard to come by in this economy.

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Next to the projector stood the woman who held the door for Aoife, the British Woman who checked her in, the Asian woman, a plump tall brunette in a purple hoodie, and finally a short disinterested blonde woman who seemed to be watching for some kind of threat.

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“Thank you for coming to this On-boarding and orientation. Congratulations on being hired into our family” Melanie said confidently with a smile.

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On the screen was a video of a tall lanky man with dark hair and a stubble on his chin. He wore a M.I.T hoodie with a leather jacket. He smiled then talked about welcoming to his company, to his family, his employees were a treasured commodity.

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Aoifa watched the video and listened. It all sounded nice, but there was a slight hum in the background. First,she paid it no mind. She wondered if someone should say something. She looked around, everyone was watching intensely. Even that dumb blonde from her dorm stopped giving Aoifa a dirty look and stared at the video unblinking.

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Aoifa realized she was getting a little dizzy, but the man on the screen was talking about how important they were, how he valued them, and how they were his family. His voice was so soothing, so hypnotic. She felt her eyes growing heavy, her limbs becoming loose and relaxed.

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As the hum in the background grew louder in Aoifa’s head, her own thoughts grew quiet with every second until only the hum remained.

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Melanie and Jin nodded to Luna “OK, lovelies. Time to party” Melanie said with a smile. The room was silent. “Right, OK you lot follow instructions, comply” Luna started, “place your phone into the box attached to the chair in front of you, comply”

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The audience did as they were instructed sleepily. “Alexy?” Luna asked and the short blonde woman stalking through the audience nodded her head signaling they had complied.

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“Good,” Luna said, then pressed a button on the tablet. A small emp bust through each of the boxes, rendering the phones useless.

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“Now, Stand, Strip, and then when you are completely naked, including jewelry, ya will form a line. Males on the left and females on the right. Ya? Comply” Luna said.

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“Nice job, Colonizer but we need to speed this up and get this shipment out to processing” Melanie said with a smile.

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Luna moved efficiently. She started with the men. She took notes and measurements. She measured height, chest size, waist, inseam, penis length. Melanie and Jin took pictures and uploaded them to Amy, a plump Canadian Woman sitting in the corner on her laptop. Amy quickly created a doll profile and printed out a bar code sticker. Alexy then affixed the bar code sticker to the new proto-doll.

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With each grouping of three, Luna instructed them to follow the floor light that led to an awaiting bus.

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Aoifa was the first. Luna measured her height, weight, and felt the firmness of her breasts and ass. Luna put on a plastic disposable glove and fingered Aoifa’s pussy hidden between her thick bush. Aoifa made no sounds or moved independently for that matter.

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Luna smiled to herself. This woman, so worried about wearing long sleeve shirts under her uniform, was now naked in a room full of strangers, uncaring, unthinking, and awaiting instructions.

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“Hey, Lu give us a hand?” Jin asked. Luna turned to see Jin and Melanie unbraiding an Indian woman’s long braided hair. “Bindi, married” Luna noted, “Not for long” Melanie said with a smile. Unbraided , the woman’s hair brushed the top of her ass. Alexy came up and affixed a barcode sticker to the woman’s breast #00187.

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Next, was the blonde sorority girl that had been bullying Aoife. The girl’s empty mind wouldn’t remember Aoife or even own personal life again. Luna removed the girls' glasses , tossing them to the side. She undid her ponytail, letting her hair fall loosely past her shoulders. Luna measured her height, waist, and the amount of pubic hair and if a trim was warranted. Jin took the pictures "nice little barbie doll” she said with a smile, “and with the same amount of brainpower” Luna replied with a smirk. Alexy affixed a barcoded sticker #00188 just above the girl's nipple then waited for the next batch.

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“All right you three, follow the lights on the floor to the bus, take a seat, and follow instructions. Comply” Luna said calmly as if she was ordering a pizza.

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Aoifa, the Indian woman, and the blonde girl followed the lights on the floor as instructed with a mantra of “obey and comply” ringing in their minds.

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The lighted path led to a bus parked outside. An awaiting technician scanned the barcode stickers and told them to take a seat. The three women did as they were told mechanically.

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After they took a seat another technician placed earbuds into their ears. The earbuds played a special MP5 1.0 audio file that made the obedience and personal memory loss permanent. It installed the memory rollback feature and a certain degree of bliss when they followed instructions. When the bus was full of new proto-dolls it drove two hours to the processing center.

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Not all of the prospects past Luna’s inspection. She told the four culled prospects to get dressed. They go to the address indicated on their personal identification.

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Without the MP5 file, the highly suggestive state would fade after 24 hours. They wouldn’t remember what happened at orientation besides watching a video and then deciding the job just wasn’t for them.

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KKWW or Koffee Klub World Wide LLC was an exclusive underground club/ bar/entertainment venue in which the elite, rich, powerful, and the celebrities paid a subscription fee to enter. It is a place to hangout, network, and party with like minded people.

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Special to the Klubs are the dolls. Men and women over the age of 18 years old of varying nationalities that have undergone the orientation and the MP5 1.0 audio file. The dolls have been conditioned to believe that they are obedient robots pretending to be human in the presence of a patron. A doll may encounter a patron when they wait tables or when they service the patron sexually in the encounter rooms.

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The Klub is a safe place to indulge your every desire without question or repercussions as long as there is no violence done to the dolls, other patrons or the Klub itself. The subscription is only for entry. Everything else is paid for. Especially the dolls in the encounter room. Which can be reserved upon request.

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Luna and her sisters, the lieutenants packed up and headed to an awaiting limo. “Fuck me, that was a long day” Luna said as she slipped into the limo. “I’m not gonna lie, I’m fucking knackered. I could use a stiff drink and a good fuck right now” Luna said with a sigh as she adjusted her clothes.

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“You and me both, Lu,” Jin said with a smile as she poured herself a glass of champagne from the ice bucket. ”Amy, how are the preliminaries?”

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“New hires are in the catalog, they should be in processing soon. I will cross reference once they go through styling. I will update their new profiles after” Amy said typing on her tablet.

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Melanie sat drinking her champagne. She was the face of the company, her image was in most of the advertisements. She loved her master and her sisters. She sighed, fulfilled with her life and her place in it.

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Alexy sat quietly watching. Her job was the security of her master and her sisters when they went out into the field. Despite her five foot two inch height she was strong as she was deadly. When they got back to the private plane she could relax on the flight back home to New York then to the Tribeca building that served as their company headquarters and living space.

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Jin smiled as she rode in the limo. She had been Martin’s first Lieutenant. His personal assistant and currently the Co-Company Manager along with Melanie. She was reminded by her creator and master’s words “there are people hurting and cast adrift in life. We give them a purpose. That is something to be proud of Jin, never forget” and smiled at the memory.

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The buses pulled into the processing center. The awaiting technicians entered the bus, removed the earbuds and then the newly minted dolls to exit the bus and stand in a line. They complied without question or sound just obedience.

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The dolls were led to their new home for the next three months. The processing center was a training facility. The dolls were given a surgery to neuter them. A doll would not get a patron pregnant or get pregnant themselves. They given lasik if needed. They were trained to wait tables, bartend, and how to please a patron sexually in any way the patron requested and required.

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A special subset of dolls, the Songbirds culled for their inherent vocal range, were given training with a voice couch and how to perform on stage. The Songbird could cost triple the rate for a sexual encounter in the encounter rooms.

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The final stop for the dolls was hair and makeup. A devoted team of stylists would cultivate a doll’s look to make any patron’s desires manifest in flesh. Hair trimmed, beards trimmed makeup done, body hair trimmed or shaved off completely depending on the look the expert stylist wished. New profile pictures were taken and sent to Amy who produced a doll profile on their website and the member’s email and app.

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A two to three month process from orientation to shipping a doll to a Klub.

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Have you ever seen a motorcoach leaving a private strip of the airport at odd hours of the night under the cover of the dark? Was that the Klub?

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Back in the front room. Aoifa and the other dolls awaited instructions. “Mark table 3, Avarie table 6, Aoifa table 7, Jon Encounter room 1, Mark Encounter room 2 the patron’s daughter just turned 18 please be gentle, Rich and Ellen Encounter room 4 it’s a couples date night, and Morgan Encounter room 5” said Cory the night manager at this Klub.

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The dolls snapped to attention. As they entered the Klub floor their movements became more natural as emotions returned to their faces. The Klub was loud with music from the house band and the general activity. Judy Songbird had just finished her set and some of the patrons were leaving the dance floor and returning to their seats.

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Morgan the once snobby sorority girl stopped at her appointed Encounter Room. She wore only a sparkling silver string thong. Her now feathered blonde hair brushed the top of her breasts, her bangs brushing the top of her glasses.

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Morgan read the subscriber request in a small window on the door then entered. The patron, a man of average looks and frame with short dark hair and a trimmed beard sat on the bed naked with his dick in his hand.

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Morgan calmly walked to the closet, selected a cheerleader jumper cut almost in half so the bottom of Morgan’s breast hung out and a very short cheerleader skirt. She placed her glasses into the locker and slid down her thong suggestively. She turned around full of emotion and manufactured desire. Yelled a “ready ok!” then did a cheer routine followed by a cartwheel into a split her smooth pussy lips on the carpet on full display.

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The subscriber, a former professional football player, almost popped his load at the girl in a split on the floor in front of him.

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“Fuck me, you are a sight for sore eyes” he said with a thick Texas drawl. “I’ve waited all fucking day for this” He said still gripping his cock as she slithered to the bed her head rose between his legs licking her lips “what do you want to experience tonight?” She said with a wicked smile. “I want to 69 with you here on the bed. If you make me cum first, I will double your tip, if I make you cum first… then darling I get a free round” he said with a wink.

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Morgan was conditioned to fulfill the whims and desires of the subscriber like all good dolls. He lay on his back on the bed while Morgan slithered up on top of him. She positioned herself so her pussy was right over his face. He could smell her arousal, strong and sweet. Morgan closed her eyes and leaned back, her hands on his thighs for support.

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“Mmm,” she moaned as the subscriber began to lick her. He started slowly, teasing her with long, languid licks. He sucked on her clit, making her buck her hips. Morgan spread her legs wider, giving him better access. He obliged, thrusting his tongue inside her. He could feel her getting wetter with each passing second.

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Morgan opened her eyes and looked down at the man between her thighs. She took his hard dick in her hand then licked the tip like an ice cream cone on the summer’s hottest day. She licked it again, then again, slower this time, letting her tongue swirl around the head. She looked up at him with a wicked smile, teasing him, making him moan. She started to take him into her mouth, inch by slow inch, her hand moving in time with her mouth. She could feel him getting harder, bigger in her mouth. She took him as deep as she could, her throat constricting around his cock. He moaned loudly, “Fuck, that’s good.”

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She pulled back, her hand moving faster now, her mouth taking him deeper with each bob. She could taste him, salty and sweet.

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Between her own legs she could feel him licking and sucking on her clit.

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Her own moans joined his. She tried to focus, trying to make him cum first so she could get that double tip. She could feel his balls tightening, his cock getting harder in her mouth. He was close, she could taste it. She redoubled her efforts, taking him deeper, sucking harder.

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He moaned, ”Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m close. Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.” He reached down and grabbed her ass, pulling her down harder onto his face. Morgan moaned around his cock, her own orgasm building. She could feel it, right on the edge, ready to explode.

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Morgan’s doll mind cut off her pleasure sensors. She, like the others' dolls, had been conditioned to believe they were robots pretending to be human in the presence of a subscriber.

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To her it was all an act for the benefit of the paying customer.

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While her body might betray her, her mind prevented her from crying out until he was satisfied. She had allowed the bet with the knowledge, the house always wins.

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With a moan, he filled her throat with his hot load. Then knowing she had satisfied him, her body allowed herself an orgasm, her juices pouring into his mouth and onto his beard.

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“Damn girl, I almost had…” he started to say but was interrupted by the clock on the nightstand. “Time is up, time is up, please pay your server, gratuity is accepted for exceptional service and please exit the room” the automated voice echoed from the timer on the nightstand.

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The patron wiped his face, his beard glistening with Morgan’s juices. He fished his wallet from his pocket and swipped his KK Master. He then counted out $1000 and placed them on Morgan’s face. “You’re a star, kid. I’ll see you around,” he said with a wink as he dressed quickly then left, closing the door behind him.

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Morgan lay on the bed, her body still tingling from her orgasm. She felt the cool air on her bare skin as the patron left the room, her arousal slowly fading. She stood up and removed her cheerleader outfit. Pushed the soiled clothes into the laundry shute. She then retrieved her thong and sandals from the closet dressed and calmly walked through the Klub back to the front room.

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Morgan passed Cory the payment receipt and cash tip. Morgan returned to the line as her memory rolled back. The attending nurse checked her out and gave Cory a thumbs up. “Morgan go backstage, shower, refresh at styling, and returns here. Comply” Cody said and then took the payment from the returning Aoifa.

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Morgan nodded then passed Aoife on her way to the ‘backstage’, the area under the Klub containing the dolls dormitory, showers, styling, and medical. Aoifa stood at attention, her eyes closed as her memory rolled back.

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The rotation would continue for another few hours. The Klub operated 8am to 3am and only shut down for the cleaning staff to work their magic.

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Like Cory, the cleaning staff were normal hired people, paid handsomely, and signed to a strict NDA.

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At 3am, the hired staff went home. The dolls went backstage. They showered then mechanically walked nude into the dormitory. The dormitory was a large room filled with bunk beds. The second a doll's head hit the pillow they were instantly asleep. While the dolls were conditioned to believe they were robots, their all too human bodies needed sleep.

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The day shift would wake up at 7am, take a shower, eat breakfast nude in the cafeteria, dress in their uniform of a thong and sandals, report to hair and makeup, and finally return to service in the Klub just before 10am. Ready to obey and comply with instructions.

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The night shift would begin their own three hour prep at 3pm. Thanks to the memory roll back, the doll had no concept of time. Each day was like the first day of service. Even in a slightly smaller Klub like this one the Klub Midwest in Chicago a doll would never leave the Klub unless they were being transferred to another location.

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At this time there are 15 locations worldwide. Orientation is ongoing in certain locations. Maybe close to you.

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“It’s a brothel in all but name. We offer a better than competitive rate to get them to orientation, and then they are ours. Even the name KoffeeKlub is a trap. They think how hard is it to pour coffee? It's a simple business plan. Subscription pays for the staff and building upkeep. The services we provide pay for the rest” -Martin Blackwater during an investor call.

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Just another day at the Klub.

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KKWW by Jmojocat

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Copyright © 2026 Jason Lewis aka Jmojocat

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Thank you for reading, I started this journey 1 year ago. It is an attempt to make a universe that appeals to all readers. Thank you for your continued support.