Chapter Eight

The kitchen of Kellie’s apartment smelled of toasted bread and black coffee as she sat at her small breakfast table and picked at a plate of fluffy scrambled eggs. She had finished her shower minutes ago and wore a black lacy bra that pushed her breasts upward alongside matching semi-sheer panties that clung to her hips. A plush white bathrobe was draped loosely over the redhead’s shoulders, left slightly open to expose her midriff and the lingerie beneath. Her hair was still damp and gathered in a thick bundle that rested against her neck. The woman appeared tired after a weekend spent exerting her authority over the man who had once been her anonymous companion on the dark web, and she took a slow bite of her food while her eyes focused on the empty space ahead.

Standing perfectly still behind her was the reason for Kellie’s dark amusement. The blonde doll was dressed in the frilly black satin and white lace of a sexy French maid, with the short skirt flaring out over the wide curve of its hips and a tiny apron folded neatly at the front. The D-cup breasts jiggled slightly with every breath the LuvTek body took, and the platinum waves of its hair fell in a permanent, sculpted cascade. The doll’s manicured hands were folded neatly at its front, and its feet were perched in high patent pumps that kept its posture arched and its chest presented. After two days of cleaning, scrubbing, and serving Kellie’s every whim, the hacker inside the shell was clearly reaching his breaking point.

“Pardonnez-moi, Madame, but may I be permitted to exit zis Maid Mode now?” the doll asked. The voice was a breathy, exaggerated soprano that carried a thick and sultry French accent, dripping with an artificial sweetness that made Jake want to scream. Every word was an effort of the nanobots to maintain the persona, and his head tilted to the side in a demure, submissive gesture that made his breasts shift under the frilly bodice.

Kellie sighed and set her fork down on the edge of her plate. She reached for the black LuvTek remote sitting beside her coffee mug and looked over her shoulder at the busty, pouting creature that had once been the arrogant Dullface. She had truly enjoyed the weekend, having Jake attend to the chores she usually neglected, but she knew they had actual work to do. She pressed the button labeled ‘Free Mode’ and watched as the doll’s stiff, submissive posture softened.

Jake let out a raw, hacking sound as the French lilt vanished from his throat. He slumped forward, his manicured hands dropping from their poised position to grip the back of Kellie’s chair for support. “Finally,” he growled, his voice still much higher than he liked but free of the sugary exotic accent. “My tongue feels like it’s been soaked in honey and sandpaper. If I have to say “Oui, Madame” one more time, I think my brain is going to melt out of my ears.”

“You did a good job with the bathroom tiles, Jake,” Kellie said with a small, teasing smile. She turned back to her eggs and took another bite, ignoring the way the doll glared at her with those vacant blue eyes. “And honestly, the accent was kind of growing on me. It makes everything you say sound much more agreeable.”

“I’m sure it does,” the blonde snapped, his pink manicured talons digging into the upholstery of the chair. “But we’re supposed to be allies, Kellie. I’ve been your personal cleaning service for the entire weekend, and I’m wearing a skirt so short I can feel the draft on my ass every time I move.” He shifted his weight, and the petticoats beneath the black satin rustled loudly. “Can we talk about the plan? I’m still not happy about it, but I need to know exactly how I’m going to survive being handed over to Ben Miller.”

The redhead’s expression turned serious as she pushed her plate away and turned her chair to face the maid. She adjusted her bathrobe, covering a bit more of her chest, and leaned forward. “You know this won’t be easy, Jake. Ben is a monster, and he is obsessed with the idea of the ultimate submissive woman. By giving him a LuvTek prototype, I’m giving him the ultimate in submission.” Kellie paused for a moment, as if to catch her breath. “While he’s exploring your features, I’m going to be free and unmonitored to dive into the system. Once I use Ben’s credentials to gain access, I’ll work as quickly as I can for any information we can use.”

“And what happens to me until then?” Jake asked, his hips cocked to the side as the heels forced him into the stance. “I saw how he treated you. He’s going to use this body, Kellie. He’s going to do things that I can’t even wrap my head around.”

“I know you’re taking a hit for the team on this one,” she admitted, her voice dropping to a softer tone. “But it’s the only way. If I can get the data, I can blackmail Ethan into wiping the nanobots from your system and letting you go. And I can make sure my father’s funding is secured without me having to say ‘Daddy’ or wear pigtails for the rest of my life.” She reached out and placed a hand on the doll’s satin-covered arm. “I promise I will move as fast as I can. You just have to be the perfect doll for a little while.”

Jake looked down at the woman’s hand, then up at her hazel eyes. He hated every part of this plan, the vulnerability of his new body and the absolute loss of control, but he knew Kellie was right. They were both prisoners under Ethan’s control, and this was the best chance they had come up with so far. “I’m trusting you, Kellie,” he whispered, his glossy red lips trembling slightly. “Don’t leave me trapped with a pig like that longer than you have to.”

Kellie nodded subtly and smiled, before glancing up at the digital clock on the kitchen wall, her eyes widening as she saw the time. “Shit,” she exclaimed, jumping up from her chair. The bathrobe fluttered around her legs as she scrambled to gather her empty plate. “It’s already seven-thirty. If I don’t get moving, I’m going to be late, and Ben is already looking for a reason to punish me again.”

“Wait, what about me?” Jake asked, tottering after her on his pumps. “Are we really doing this now?”

“Now or never,” Kellie replied, heading to the sink to rinse her plate. She turned back to the doll, her face flushed from the sudden rush. “I need to pack you up. The delivery service is picking up the crate in twenty minutes to take it to the office.”

“Picking the crate up?” Jake asked in confusion as he followed his partner in crime into the living room where the tall pink crate sat in the center of the carpet. The clear plastic window looked like a cage, and he felt a cold dread in the pit of his stomach. “Why can’t I just walk into the building with you?”

Kellie stopped and looked at the blonde, letting out a short chuckle. “Jake, look at yourself,” she said, gesturing to the overflowing breasts and the permanent, vacant smile that hovered on his face. “You’re a LuvTek 2.0 bespoke companion doll. You’re supposed to be a gift, and gifts come in boxes.”

“I hate the box,” Jake muttered, his hands hovering near his apron. “It’s so humiliating.”

“Boohoo. It’s just for the transport,” Kellie said unsympathetically, her tone leaving no room for further argument. “Now, get in the damn box.”

Jake stood before the open crate and hesitated for a long second. He looked around the messy apartment, the place where he had spent the last few days being a maid, and realized it was the final time he would feel even remotely safe for a while. He stepped over the threshold of the crate and stood on the transparent platform. He squared his shoulders and thrust his chest forward, adopting the poised, unmoving stance the factory had programmed into him.

Kellie reached over and pressed a button on the side of the crate. A series of mechanical clicks echoed through the quiet room as the internal restraints activated. A thick, padded ring snapped around Jake’s neck, holding his head in a fixed, upward tilt. Similar cuffs clamped around his wrists, pulling his arms down to his sides, and his ankles were locked into place to maintain the arched position of his feet. Jake gasped as the plastic restraints met his skin, but he remained motionless, his eyes staring straight ahead through the opening.

“You’re doing great, Jake,” Kellie whispered as she reached for the heavy front panel. She looked at her hacker friend one last time. “I’ll see you at the office.”

The redhead pulled the clear plastic front closed, and the latches snapped shut with a heavy, final sound. The seal was tight and left Jake trapped behind the window like the high-end love doll he now looked like. Kellie double-checked the locks and turned on her heel, her bathrobe trailing behind her as she disappeared into her bedroom to transform herself into Ben’s Barbie girl.

Jake remained in the silence of the living room, his breathing the only sound inside the cramped space. He watched the bedroom door close in the distance and felt the restraints tight against his body. He had never felt so objectified as he had in that moment. He was becoming a gift, a doll waiting to be unboxed by a perverted monster. The vacant blue of his eyes stared out at the empty apartment, and he waited patiently for the world to move him.

❖

A boisterous, hearty laugh erupted from Ben Miller as he stood in the center of his expansive office and stared at the towering pink crate. He leaned forward and pressed his face close to the transparent film of the front panel, his eyes wide with predatory excitement as he examined the figure inside. The French maid doll smiled vacantly back at him, its glossy red lips frozen in a perfect, inviting pout and its large breasts thrust forward against the frilly black satin of the bodice. The striking blue eyes of the doll remained fixed on the space beyond the plastic, and Ben couldn’t hide his glee as he straightened up and turned to face his assistant.

“Seriously, Kellie? Did you really buy this for me?” he asked, his voice booming with a mixture of surprise and genuine lust.

Kellie Madison stood beside the man and forced a nervous, bright smile onto her face. She was dressed in a provocative schoolgirl ensemble that made her feel as though she were playing a role in a low-budget adult film. Her white button-down shirt was cropped high and tied in a knot just beneath her breasts, leaving her toned midriff completely bare, while a pink and white plaid micro-skirt sat low on her hips and barely covered her bum. She wore white knee-high stockings held up by delicate pink garters, and her feet were perched on pink Mary-Jane-styled platform heels that made her legs look endless. The black shock collar she had become accustomed to at work hugged her throat tightly, and the small diamond letters spelling out ‘Daddy’s Girl’ seemed to tighten as the redhead prepared to speak.

“Like, I totally wanted to get you the bestest birthday gift ever because you are, like, the most amazing boss in the whole world, Daddy!” Kellie chirped. Her voice was high-pitched and carried the vapid, breathy lilt of a stereotypical valley girl, and she hated the way the words felt in her mouth. The personal assistant knew that any deviation from this tone would result in an agonizing jolt of electricity, so she leaned into the performance with a desperate energy.

Ben grinned and shook his balding head as he walked over to his pink-clad schoolgirl assistant. “That is so incredibly thoughtful of you, Barbie, even though my birthday isn’t for another four months,” he replied with a chuckle.

Kellie blinked her eyes rapidly and tapped a pink-tipped finger against her chin, acting as though she were struggling to comprehend the calendar. “Oh my god, really? I am, like, so super-duper confused right now!” she giggled, tilting her head to the side in a juvenile gesture. “Well, I guess that just means it’s, like, a super early birthday surprise for you, Daddy!”

The CTO laughed again and reached out to pull Kellie into a tight, crushing hug. He buried his face in her neck for a moment, and Kellie felt his rough hands slide down her back until they reached her ass. The executive gave the soft flesh a firm, possessive squeeze that made the redhead jump slightly, but she kept her forced smile in place as the man stepped back. “You really are the best secretary a man could ask for,” he said, his gaze returning to the box. “I can’t wait to open this thing up and see what one of these infamous LuvTek dolls can really do.”

The assistant shuddered involuntarily. She hated being referred to as a ‘secretary,’ but she swallowed the comment and kept the dumb smile on her face. “I’m, like, so glad you like her!” Kellie quipped, her voice trembling slightly as she smoothed her skirt back into place. The woman took a tentative step toward the door, hoping to escape before the real degradation began. “I will just, like, totally leave you to get acquainted with your new toy, but, umm, before I go, I was wondering something, Daddy.”

Ben raised a thick eyebrow and looked at Kellie as he rested a hand on the side of the crate. “What is it, Barbie?”

“Well, I was thinking that since you have, like, this amazing new doll to play with, maybe you could consider, like, letting me wear my own clothes again?” Kellie asked, her eyes pleading as she gestured to the revealing schoolgirl outfit. “Like, maybe I could wear a suit or something professional so I can, like, focus even harder on all the super important work you give me?”

The CTO looked her up and down slowly, and a dismissive grin spread across his unremarkable face. “Now why would I ever want to do a foolish thing like that?” he asked, his tone condescending as he adjusted the collar of his bright orange silk shirt. “You look just perfect exactly how you are, Kellie. I put a lot of thought into this aesthetic, and it suits you perfectly. I know what’s best for you, and right now, what’s best for you is looking like the sweet little Barbie girl I ordered you to be.”

Kellie felt a familiar surge of anger in her chest, and she wanted to scream at the man, to tell him that she was a brilliant woman with a college degree and that she was too good for this place, and this role. She wanted to complain about the way the super short skirt constantly rode up her thighs and the way the executive looked at her like she was a piece of meat. But she knew that if she pushed further, the collar would punish her, and Ben would only find a way to make the next outfit even more humiliating.

“I understand, Daddy,” she whispered with a bad taste in her mouth. “But could you at least, like, let me take off this choker? It’s, like, really tight and I’d like to be able to talk however I want when I’m, like, working on your stuff.”

Ben shook his head firmly and stepped closer to the redhead, his presence dominating the small space near the door. “Absolutely not,” he said, his voice hard and flat. “You sound exactly how you are supposed to sound, Barbie, and anything else would be a total disservice to you and this company. You sound like my perfect little assistant, and that’s how I want you to remain. Now, go get some work done while I get acquainted with my new doll. I have a feeling this toy and I are going to have a very long afternoon together.”

Kellie bowed her head, the pigtails with their pink scrunchies falling over her shoulders. “Yes, Daddy,” she murmured, the words tasting like ash. She turned on her tall heels and tottered out of the room, her hips swaying with a forced rhythm as the office door slid shut behind her.

Ben turned back to the crate and rubbed his hands together in anticipation. He reached around to the control panel on the side of the box and pressed the primary activation button. The heavy front panel hissed as it unlatched and swung open on silent hinges, and the restraints that had held Jake’s neck, wrists, and ankles receded into the back of the box with a series of quiet clicks. Jake remained perfectly still, his body held in the poised, unmoving stance of a doll, his big blue eyes staring into the office.

The executive reached into the bottom of the crate and retrieved the black LuvTek remote. He walked back to his oversized leather chair and sat down, spreading his legs wide as he looked at the screen. He pressed the button labeled ‘Maid Mode’ and watched with fascination as the doll finally moved.

Jake felt the familiar, ticklish tingle of the nanobots as they seized control of his motor functions. His mind screamed in protest, but his body ignored him entirely. He stepped out of the crate with a slow, seductive sway, his hips rolling in a hypnotic rhythm that made his short satin skirt flare out. Every step on his patent pumps felt like a performance, and he found himself walking toward the desk with a confidence that felt utterly alien to his current mindset.

“Bonjour, Monsieur! My name is Mimi Melons, and I am ze most naughty maid in all of Paris!” Jake chirped. His voice emerged in a breathy, heavily accented soprano that sounded like a caricature of a French sex symbol. He reached the edge of the desk and leaned forward, his hands resting on the polished wood as he tilted his head to the side, batting his long, dark eyelashes. “I am so very pleased to meet my new Master. Please, tell me, what is it zat I can do to serve a man as big and powerful as you?”

Ben grinned and leaned back in his chair, his eyes fixed on the deep cleavage that spilled over the top of the frilly bodice. “Wow, you sound even better than those commercials on the TV,” he said, his voice thick with anticipation. He reached down and unzipped his pants, pulling them open to reveal his arousal as he spread his thighs even wider. “I think I know exactly what skill you can show off first, Mimi.”

Inside the shell of the doll, Jake felt a wave of nausea and fury, but the behavioral overrides were too strong. He found himself giggling softly, a sultry sound that vibrated in his throat, and he reached up to play with a platinum blonde curl. “Oh, ooh la la! It would be my absolute honor to pleasure a man such as yourself,” he purred, his bright red lips parting in a wider smile. “I have been programmed with so many wonderful and dirty talents, and I cannot wait to show you how well Mimi can serve ze Master.”

The feminized hacker moved to the side of the desk, his heels clicking sharply against the floor. Every movement was a choreographed tease, his hips shaking as he approached the seated man. Jake felt his thighs grow warm and slick as the nanobots redirected his focus to the pleasure centers Ethan had wired into his new pussy, and a soft moan escaped his lips as he arrived between Ben’s legs.

The blonde slid down to his knees on the thick carpet, the short skirt bunching up around his waist to reveal the lacy black garter straps and the impressive curve of his ass. Jake looked up at Ben with a look of simulated adoration, his large blue eyes fixed on the man’s face. “You are truly a magnificent specimen, Monsieur,” he said, his voice dripping with artificial lust as he used his French tone to emphasize the phrase. “Mimi is honored to serve such a big, sexy man.”

Jake reached out with his manicured fingers and began to disgustingly fish the man’s cock out from his underwear, his breath hitching as he prepared to perform a task that a few weeks ago, he would have never dreamed of acting out. He was now a doll, a toy, and as he felt the thickness in his hands, he could only hope that Kellie would find the information she needed to get him out of this nightmare, and find it quickly.

❖

The early afternoon air on the executive floor was thick with the murmurs of personal assistants hard at work. Kellie Madison sat at her workstation and leaned back in her chair, a genuine smile playing across her glossy pink lips. For the first time since Ben Miller had asserted his dominance over her life, the redhead felt a strange, intoxicating sense of peace. She was still forced to exist as a living wet dream for every executive who happened to walk past her desk, but the constant, perverted presence of her boss had finally been redirected.

The morning had passed in a blur of uncharacteristic productivity. Without Ben barking orders or demanding she perform some degrading dance for his amusement, Kellie had managed to clear the mountain of physical filing that had been neglected for weeks. More importantly, she had found the time to start focusing on her primary objective. Using the credentials she had quietly siphoned from Ben’s terminal, the assistant had begun a deep dive into the company’s encrypted financial records. She hadn’t found a smoking gun yet, but she knew it was only a matter of time before she found the transaction that would form Ethan’s eventual downfall.

The freedom to work without a hand constantly wandering over her curves or a voice demanding she drop to her knees was a luxury Kellie hadn’t expected to enjoy so soon. She watched the other PAs on the floor as they tottered around, and she felt a surge of pride in the plan she and Jake had hatched. It was working. The Trojan Horse was in the den, and the monster was too occupied with his new toy to notice the viper in his nest.

A rhythmic, heavy clicking sound echoed from the direction of Ben’s office, and Kellie looked up just as the door slid open. Jake, or rather the doll persona known as Mimi, tottered out into the hallway. The blonde personal assistant wore the frilly French maid outfit with a poise that was almost disturbing to behold. The short skirt flared with every seductive roll of his hips, and his huge, buoyant breasts bounced in a way that made several men stop in their tracks to stare.

Jake carried an empty silver tray, his movements fluid and perfectly choreographed as he began his journey toward the breakroom to fetch another coffee for his demanding master. As he passed Kellie’s desk, the doll’s face remained locked in that vacant, inviting smile, but his striking eyes met the redhead’s for a fleeting second. In that brief moment, the mask of the artificial toy seemed to crack. The eyes were like twin furnaces of molten fury and silent desperation. He was clearly trying to communicate something, a silent plea or perhaps a warning about the depravity he was currently enduring behind those closed doors.

Kellie felt a sharp pang of guilt in her chest as she watched the doll’s ass shake in slow, hypnotic circles. She briefly considered standing up and following him into the breakroom to offer some word of support or to check on his mental state while he was away from Ben’s prying eyes. Her hand even twitched toward the edge of her desk as she prepared to rise. However, the woman stopped herself before the motion could begin. She had to treat Jake like an actual LuvTek doll, and she couldn’t risk being seen talking to him in the common room. Jake would want her to stay focused on the mission, and any deviation could lead to their shared ruin; at least, that’s what the redhead told herself. Kellie watched the doll disappear around the corner, his head held high and his blonde waves bouncing with every step of his patent heels.

She returned her focus to her screen and sighed softly. Kellie told herself that she would enjoy this newfound freedom for just a little longer before she truly put her reputation and safety on the line by sifting through the most restricted areas of the Futurtech mainframe. If the doll could keep Ben occupied for the rest of the week, Kellie would have time to find herself again and be able to find the information she desperately needed to buy their freedom. The assistant reached for her water bottle and took a sip, trying to settle the restless energy in her limbs and forget the look in Jake’s eyes.

The sudden, sharp trill of her desk phone shattered the silence of Kellie’s workplace. The redhead jumped slightly, her hand flying toward the phone as she checked the caller ID. Kellie’s heart skipped a beat when she saw the name on the digital display. It wasn’t Ben Miller demanding she return to his office. It was the internal line for the Chief Executive Officer.

Kellie took a deep breath and centered herself, forcing the vapid, bubbly mask back onto her features. She pressed the button to answer and ensured her voice emerged in that high-pitched tone the collar demanded of her.

“Like, oh my god, hello! You’ve reached the office of the most amazing CTO ever, Ben Miller! This is Kellie speaking. How can I, like, totally help you today?”

A jovial, amused chuckle resonated through the line before the caller spoke. The sound was rich and dripping with condescending warmth, as if Ethan were privately reveling in how ridiculous and brainless his former top assistant had been forced to sound. He didn’t say a word about her voice, but the laugh said everything.

“Kellie, I need you to come to my office immediately,” Ethan’s voice came through the line once his amusement settled. “We have things to discuss that cannot be handled over the phone.”

“Oh, totally, Mr. Keller! Like, I would be super-duper honored to visit you right now!” Kellie chirped, her fingers trembling as she gripped the handset. “I’ll be there in, like, a total heartbeat, sir!”

“See that you are,” Ethan replied before the line went dead with a final, hollow click.

Kellie replaced the handset and sat motionless for a moment. A cold, heavy feeling settled in the pit of her stomach, a physical weight of dread that made her feel nauseous. She looked toward Ethan’s office at the far end of the corridor and wondered what could have prompted this sudden summons. Her mind raced through every possible scenario, but she kept fearing the worst. Surely the man hadn’t figured out the truth about the doll already, she thought to herself. Surely he didn’t know what the pair were up to. The redheaded assistant smoothed her pink, pleated skirt and stood up, her Mary Jane heels feeling more precarious than ever as she prepared to walk into the lion’s den.

❖

Kellie stood before the double doors of the Chief Executive’s office and felt the vibration of her own pulse echoing in her fingertips. She reached out and knocked twice, the sound soft and tentative against the wood. Her pink-and-white schoolgirl outfit felt ridiculous compared to the far more respectable attire Ethan had demanded of her back when she was his assistant.

“Come in,” Ethan’s voice called out, sounding relaxed and dangerously inviting.

The redhead pushed against the door and stepped inside, her platform heels clicking audibly against the floor. She watched Ethan as he sat behind his huge desk, his posture casual yet radiating an undeniable sense of ownership.

“You wanted to, like, see me, Mr. Keller? Like, I hope everything is totally okay!” Kellie chirped, her voice hitting that forced, high-pitched tone the collar forced on her. She felt the lie of the dumb persona coating her tongue, making her mouth feel dry despite the sugary sweetness of her words.

Ethan looked up, and a slow, measured smile spread across his face as he took in the image of the bimbo assistant before him. He gestured toward the chair opposite his desk, his blue eyes studying her with a predatory malice that made Kellie’s skin crawl. “Please, take a seat, Kellie. We have quite a bit to catch up on.”

The redhead sat down, carefully smoothing her pleated skirt over her lap to maintain some shred of modesty. She kept her manicured hands folded over her knees, her pink nails digging slightly into her own skin as she waited for the man to start the interrogation.

“I don’t know if you are aware, but it seems that my new personal assistant, Jade, has failed to report for her shift today,” Ethan said, leaning back in his chair and folding his hands behind his head. “In fact, no one has seen her since last week. It’s quite a mystery, don’t you think?”

Kellie’s heart hammered against her ribs at the mention of the feminized man’s name. Did he know something about Jake’s disappearance? Was the billionaire leading Kellie into a trap? Nonetheless, the redhead kept her expression wide-eyed and vacant, the picture of a girl with nothing but fluff behind her eyes. “Oh my god, really? Like, that is super-duper weird. I hope she’s okay!” she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with artificial concern. “I haven’t, like, seen her or heard from her at all, sir! Maybe she’s, like, totally sick or something?”

Ethan leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk as he pinned her with a gaze that unnerved the woman. “I find that interesting, Kellie. I’ve noticed the two of you talking quite a bit in the corridors lately. You seemed to have developed a certain rapport. I thought perhaps she might have mentioned where she was going or if she was planning some… time away.”

“Oh, totally not!” Kellie replied, shaking her pigtails with a frantic energy. “We were just, like, talking about the office and boring work stuff and all that. She didn’t say anything about leaving, I promise!”

The CEO continued to study his former assistant’s face for several long seconds, his eyes searching for any flicker of deceit and the brilliant woman he knew was buried beneath the pink plaid and glittery makeup. Kellie held the mask firmly, refusing to let her eyes betray the fire of her own anxiety. Finally, Ethan let out a soft, dismissive breath and sat back.

“Well, regardless of where she’s hidden herself, her absence leaves me with a significant dilemma,” the CEO said, his tone shifting to something more professional. “I am the head of the most influential technology firm on the planet, Kellie. I cannot operate with maximum efficiency if I am distracted by the trivialities of scheduling and administrative tasks. I need a personal assistant who understands my rhythms and can anticipate my needs before I even voice them, at least, until Jade returns to me.”

The man paused, a flicker of something resembling genuine appreciation crossing his features. “You were the best personal assistant I ever had, Kellie. Your memory is impeccable, and your ability to manage complex tasks is unmatched.”

Kellie felt a surge of nausea at the compliment. She didn’t like where this was headed. She had lured Jake into Ben’s path in order to free up time to look into Ethan’s wrongdoings. It would have been for nothing if Ethan reassigned her back to him. “I am, like, totally flattered by the compliment, Mr. Keller! Truly!” she said with a forced breathy tone. “But I am, like, Ben’s personal assistant now. I’m sure he would be, like, super-duper sad if I wasn’t around to help him with his stuff!”

Ethan let out an amused chuckle that sent a shiver down the redhead’s spine. “I noticed that Ben has a very shiny new toy to play with these days,” he said, his eyes glinting with sadistic humor. “I imagine that must have you feeling just a little bit jealous, doesn’t it? Being replaced by something so… plastic.”

The assistant forced a bright, vapid smile, her cheeks burning from the overt effort. “Oh, totally not jealous at all!” she chirped. “His new toy is, like, so pretty and sweet! It actually, like, allows me to focus even more thoroughly on all my super important work because Ben is, like, so preoccupied with her.”

Ethan nodded with a wide smile. “I’m sure it does. Actually, that is why I brought you in here. You see, until my personal assistant returns from her unexpected absence—and she will return, I assure you of that—I have decided on a new arrangement. As of this moment, I am reassigning you as the Personal Assistant to both the CEO and the Chief Technology Officer.”

Kellie gasped sharply, her hands flying to her mouth in genuine shock that didn’t need to be faked. “Both of you? Like, oh my god, sir! I couldn’t possibly have the time to work as both of your assistants! That is, like, so much work for one girl to handle!”

Ethan’s expression hardened despite the smile remaining on his face. “You said it yourself, Kellie. You have more time on your hands now that Ben is occupied with his plaything. I am simply ensuring that your talents are not being wasted while I am in need of your expertise.”

“But sir, I really think—” Kellie started to argue, her real voice almost breaking through the valley-girl facade.

“I didn’t ask you to think, Kellie,” Ethan interrupted, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register that silenced the redhead instantly. He leaned across the desk, his presence filling the room with a suffocating weight. “Let me remind you of your situation. Your father is currently receiving the highest level of medical care available, funded entirely by my company. That treatment is the only thing keeping him alive right now. If you become difficult or decide you no longer wish to be a good little girl, that funding will disappear. Do you understand?”

Kellie felt the fire in her eyes extinguished by the cold reality of the man’s threat. She looked down at her lap, her pigtails partially shielding her face as she swallowed the bitter retorts that were fighting to escape. She thought of her father, of the machines keeping him breathing, and she felt her spirit buckle under her own helplessness.

“Yes, sir,” she whispered submissively. She looked up and forced a small, trembling nod. “I’ll, like, totally be a good girl and accept the new role. I promise.”

“Good girl,” Ethan said condescendingly, the warmth returning to his voice like a predator who had just finished a successful hunt. “I’m glad we could reach an understanding so quickly. I’ve always appreciated your cooperation, Kellie.”

The wealthy man looked Kellie over once more, his gaze lingering on her tied-off shirt and the exposed midriff. “I must say, I’ve grown to like Ben’s bold choices when it comes to your style. It’s a refreshing change from the suits you favored when you last worked for me. I think I’ll allow him to continue to dictate your daily attire. It makes the office feel much more… vibrant.”

Kellie gripped the edges of her chair, her nails digging into the upholstery. The thought of having to maintain this look for both men, of having to totter between their offices while being treated like a brainless bimbo, was almost more than she could bear.

“Now, why don’t you start your new duties by fetching me a coffee? I trust you remember how I like it,” Ethan ordered, turning back to his screens as if the conversation were already forgotten. “While you’re doing that, I’ll send over the latest batch of files I need you to sort and file away. I expect them finished by the end of the day.”

Kellie stood up, her legs suddenly feeling weak and unsteady in her platform heels. She offered one final, submissive nod before turning toward the door. “Of course, sir! I’ll be, like, right back with that!”

As she walked out of the office and the doors closed behind her, the redhead felt a wave of despair wash over her. The plan had been to use the freedom she had gained from gifting Jake to Ben to find the evidence they needed. Now, Ethan had effectively doubled her workload and placed her under his direct supervision once again. Every moment she spent fetching coffee or answering his phone was a moment she couldn’t spend hacking the mainframe. The window for their escape was closing, and she knew if she didn’t find a way to work around this new development, they could both be trapped in this corporate nightmare forever.

❖

The digital clock on the corner of Kellie’s monitor flipped to 4:30 PM, and the woman let out a long, frustrated sigh that ruffled the loose strands of her auburn pigtails. Kellie had spent the entire afternoon buried under a mountain of digital clutter and poorly organized physical folders that Jade had apparently neglected during his brief tenure as Ethan’s assistant. The redhead found herself marveling at how a man who could navigate the most complex encryption protocols on the dark web could be so utterly incompetent when it came to a basic filing system. It was clear that Jake spent more time worrying about his predicament than the actual duties of his role, and Kellie felt a headache beginning to throb behind her eyes.

She reached out for her water bottle, intending to take a quick break, when the intercom on her desk chirped with an insistent tone. “Barbie, get your pretty little ass in here right now,” Ben Miller’s voice boomed through the speaker, sounding impatient and breathless.

Kellie sighed and stood up, smoothing the pleated skirt of her schoolgirl outfit, ensuring the hem sat as low as possible on her hips, though it still barely covered the lacy tops of her stockings. She took a deep breath, forced a bright and vapid smile onto her lips, and headed toward the CTO’s office.

As Kellie pushed the door open, the first thing that hit her was a strange, wet slurping noise coming from the far corner of the room. The redhead froze in the doorway, her eyes widening in genuine shock as she took in the scene. Jake was on his knees against the wall, his body held in a rigid position. He was still dressed in the slutty French maid outfit, but the bodice had been unzipped and pulled down, leaving his massive and buoyant D-cup breasts to hang free.

Most disturbing of all was the device the maid was currently engaged with. A thick, realistic prosthetic cock was attached to a mechanical arm protruding from the wall, and it was currently buried deep down Jake’s throat. His nose was pressed firmly against a large, red button on the wall plate, and every time the machine bucked forward, he was forced to maintain the pressure to keep the cycle going.

Ben Miller was seated on the edge of his desk, watching the display with intense interest. He held the black LuvTek remote in one hand and tapped it against his thigh while he observed the doll’s actions.

“Oh my god, Daddy, like, what is happening?” Kellie asked, her voice hitting that forced, high-pitched valley-girl lilt as she tried to process the scene. “Like, why is the doll up against the wall like that?”

Ben looked over at Kellie, and a wide, self-satisfied grin spread across his face. “It’s impressive, isn’t it? I love the nuances these LuvTek engineers put into their work to make the toys appear so lifelike,” he said, his voice booming with a perverted enthusiasm. “But this takes it a little too far. This doll actually has a functioning gag reflex, and a weak one at that. I’m not having any doll of mine gag before a cock even reaches her throat, so I am currently teaching her how to drop it properly.”

Kellie watched as the mechanical arm thrust again, and Jake’s throat constricted, his eyes watering as he struggled to handle the invasion. The redhead felt a flicker of genuine amusement at the absurdity of the situation, even as she felt for her partner’s plight. It was a ridiculous sight, and the fact that Ben was treating a human being like a piece of faulty hardware to be recalibrated summed the brash man up perfectly. “Well, I guess she just needs a little bit more practice then!” Kellie giggled, playing into the role as she stepped closer to her boss. “What did you need me for, Daddy?”

Ben’s expression turned slightly more serious as he looked at his assistant. “I just had a very interesting conversation with Ethan. He informed me that since his own assistant has decided to take an unscheduled leave of absence, you’re going to be splitting your duties between the two of us for the foreseeable future. I have to say, I’m not particularly happy about having to share my favorite toy with the boss, but I suppose I can’t exactly say no to the man who signs my paycheck.”

He paused and looked back at Jake, who was still servicing the wall-mounted device. “Since you’re going to be so busy running back and forth, I figured we should make sure our new addition is fully prepared to take some of the weight off your shoulders.”

The CTO reached out and pressed a button on his desk. The mechanical arm retracted into the wall with a sharp hiss, and Jake slumped forward for a second before his programming took over and steadied the doll. The blonde stood up on his arched feet and turned toward Ben, his face settled back into that vacant, mindless smile that hid the fury Kellie knew was burning underneath.

“Come here, Mimi,” Ben ordered, gesturing to the space between his spread legs.

Jake moved with a slow, swaying strut that made his short skirt flare and his ass shake in those hypnotic circles. He arrived at Ben’s chair and didn’t wait for a verbal command before sinking to his knees on the carpet. His large blue eyes looked up at the executive with a simulated adoration that was sickening to behold.

“It’s time to test out those new skills you’ve been working on,” Ben told the doll, his voice dropping to a low, predatory purr. He reached down and unzipped his pants, freeing his thick, hardening member for Jake to see. “I want you to show Kellie exactly why you’re the best gift she’s ever given someone. Give me a blowjob, and make sure you don’t miss a single inch.”

“Ooh la la, it would be ze absolute pleasure of Mimi to serve ze Master again!” Jake chirped in that breathy, exaggerated French accent. The feminized man was screaming inside his pleasant-looking shell, but his body remained in control. He reached out with his pink manicured fingers and wrapped them around Ben’s shaft. He leaned forward and opened his plump, glossy red lips wide, taking the head of the man’s cock into his mouth with a wet, needy sound.

Kellie stood by and watched as the doll began to work, his head moving up and down in a steady rhythm. Jake’s tongue swirled around the tip of the man’s dick before he drew the entire length deep into his throat, his eyes remaining fixed on Ben’s face the entire time. The slurping noises returned, louder now, and the CTO let out a long, satisfied groan as he leaned back in his chair.

“Now, about those dual duties,” Ben continued, speaking to Kellie as if he weren’t currently being serviced by a high-end sex doll. “Ethan expects you to handle his primary correspondence during the morning hours, which means I’ll need you in here earlier to get my own scheduling out of the way.”

Kellie nodded and tried to focus on his words, though her eyes kept drifting down to the way Jake’s lips were stretched around the man’s girth. “Like, I totally understand, Daddy! I will be here super early to make sure you have everything you need before I head over to see Mr. Keller!”

The meeting continued in this surreal fashion for several minutes, with Ben discussing the logistics of Kellie’s duties in great detail. The blonde doll didn’t falter for a second, his movements fluid and enthusiastic as he used his hands to stroke the base of the man’s cock while his mouth handled the rest. He seemed to have mastered the art of bypassing his gag reflex, taking Ben deeper with every thrust until the executive’s hips began to buck upward in anticipation.

Suddenly, Ben’s voice trailed off, and his fingers dug into the upholstery of his chair. He let out a sharp growl as his body tensed, and the redheaded assistant watched as her boss began to erupt inside Jake’s mouth. The doll didn’t pull away, instead pressing his face closer to the man’s crotch and swallowing frantically to keep up with the flow of cum. Jake’s throat worked in visible gulps until the last of the seed had been drained, and he lingered there for a moment, his lips sealed around the softening shaft to ensure nothing was wasted. Kellie had no idea what Jake was feeling inside, but she was certain he wasn’t as happy as his facade made out.

Ben let out a long, shuddering exhale and looked down at the blonde with a look of affection. “Good girl, Mimi. That was a significant improvement,” he said, his voice thick with the afterglow of his climax. He reached for the remote and pressed a button to put the doll back into its stationary standby mode, directly between the CTO’s legs, before turning his attention to Kellie.

The executive straightened his clothes and looked at his assistant with a lingering grin. “I truly appreciated the gift you gave me this morning, Kellie. I know how much thought and work is put into designing one of these prototypes, and I want you to know that your loyalty hasn’t gone unnoticed.”

Kellie forced a smile, though her heart pounded with a new kind of anxiety. “Oh, it was, like, totally my pleasure, Daddy! I just wanted you to be happy!”

“And I am. Which is why I want to give you a gift of your own in return,” Ben said, his eyes glinting with a mysterious intent. “I’ve already made the arrangements. You’ll find it waiting at your desk first thing tomorrow morning. I think you’ll find it quite... transformative.”

Kellie’s breath hitched at the word “transformative,” and she felt a wave of cold dread wash over her. She didn’t like the sound of that at all. “A gift? Like, oh my god, Daddy, you shouldn’t have!” She sincerely meant that.

“Nonsense. You deserve it,” Ben replied, waving a hand toward the door. “Now, go home for the night. You need your rest now that you have two important men to report to from now on. I’ll email your outfit instructions over in the morning.”

Every word the man said compounded Kellie’s level of dread. This wasn’t how she planned the day to go. She nodded and offered a final, submissive curtsy. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll see you tomorrow!”

The redhead turned and walked out of the office, her heels clicking against the floor as the door shut behind her. As she reached her own desk and began to pack up her things, the assistant’s mind was racing. She looked at the empty surface where the gift would possibly be waiting in the morning and felt a knot of fear tightening in her chest. Whatever Ben had planned, she knew it wouldn’t be anything she actually wanted. Kellie glanced toward Ben’s office one last time, guilty at leaving Jake trapped alone in the man’s office while she got to head home, before heading for the elevator. The plan was already in motion, and it was too dangerous to abort. Kellie knew she needed to double her efforts and ensure she had enough time to make both men happy and simultaneously find the evidence she needed to finally escape this hellish nightmare.

❖

The clock on the wall of the executive suite ticked past eight o’clock, and the usual daytime energy of Futurtech had settled into a heavy and expectant silence. Ethan Keller remained in his office, leaning back in his leather chair with his hands steepled beneath his chin. He had remained at his desk long after the last of the secretaries and executives had headed home for the night, his mind anchored to the digital void where his tormented toy had vanished. The city outside his window continued its frantic pace, but inside these walls, the air felt stagnant and charged with his growing impatience.

A hesitant tapping on the office door broke his concentration. Ethan didn’t move, his eyes remaining fixed on the empty space ahead. “Enter,” he commanded, his voice projecting with a cold authority.

The door opened, and the young IT technician from last week stepped inside. He looked even more disheveled than he had during their previous encounter, with his dark hair standing up at odd angles and a fine sheen of nervous perspiration coating his forehead. By the way he walked in so nervously, Ethan knew the young man didn’t have the answers he wanted.

“Well?” the CEO asked, his tone flat and dangerously level. “Tell me you have something more substantial than excuses for me tonight.”

The technician cleared his throat, his eyes darting toward the floor before he found the courage to meet Ethan’s gaze. “It has been significantly harder than we originally anticipated, sir,” he began, his voice wavering slightly. “The nanobot ID is still active, but it appears to be caught in some kind of localized recursive loop. Every time we attempt to zone in on the specific coordinates, the signal gets scrambled. It is almost as if the swarm is being shielded by a secondary frequency that we can’t quite bypass. Whoever is hiding the signal is extremely skilled.”

Ethan’s jaw tightened, and his fingers gripped the armrests of his chair. “That is not the news I wanted to hear,” he said, his voice dropping to a low and menacing register. “I am paying you and your team to be the best at this damn stuff. If you can’t track the nanobot swarm, then perhaps I need to find people who actually possess the competence for the task. You’d better up your game, and you’d better do it before I lose my patience entirely.”

The man flinched at the wealthy CEO’s harsh words. “Wait, sir, there is more! We did manage a breakthrough about twenty minutes ago. We were able to force a momentary handshake with the signal before the encryption kicked back in and scrambled us out again. The location only pinged for a half-second, but that was long enough for the system to register an approximate location with ninety-eight percent certainty.”

Ethan leaned forward, his interest suddenly piqued as his predatory instincts flared. “And? Where is she?”

The dark-haired technician took a deep breath, his hands shaking as he held out the tablet to show a simplified map of the area. “According to the metadata from the ping, Jake is located somewhere inside this building, sir. And based on the floor-node attenuation, the signal originated from right here, on the executive floor.”

Ethan gasped softly, a sound of genuine surprise and sudden, sharp delight. He stood up slowly and walked toward the center of the room, his mind racing through the implications of what he had just heard. He had been searching the entire city, monitoring every transit hub, and all the while, his missing doll had been right under his nose.

“On this very floor,” Ethan repeated, the words tasting like victory. A slow and dark smile spread across his face, and he looked toward the closed door of his office with a new and terrifying focus. There were only so many places his pet project could hide around here. “Well done, that is good news.”

The young man let out a long breath of relief and nodded eagerly. “Thank you, sir. We are continuing to work on stabilizing the link. I’ll inform you if there are any developments.”

“Ensure that your next report is conclusive,” the CEO ordered, waving a hand toward the exit to dismiss the young man. “I want to know exactly where she is, and who is hiding her.”

The technician didn’t need to be told twice. He turned and hurried out of the office, the door clicking shut behind him and leaving Ethan alone in the silence. The billionaire turned back to his window and stared out at the skyline, but his thoughts were no longer on his company. He was thinking of Jake. He wondered who had dared to take his prize and hide her so close to his own seat of power. Whoever it was would pay a heavy price for their theft, but for now, Ethan simply savored the knowledge that his doll was within reach.

“I’m closing in, Jade,” he whispered to the empty room, his voice a promise of the absolute control he was determined to reassert. “It’s time for you to come home.”

End of Chapter Eight.