You came into my world today. As I was scanning passengers coming to board their flights, I saw particularly blank looking latina, probably in her late 30s coming though the line with her "husband". I made sure to pay extra close attention to my consciousness scanner as you came up. I waved it over your face, just like with everyone else in line. The alarm in the sensor went off before I could even check the reading. Consciousness level: 1

 

The scale goes from 0-100. The level in normal deep sleep was 15. The lowest ever recorded was 8, achieved through deep hypnosis. 0 readings have only been obtained from cadavers and cases of brain death.

1?

 

I could see it on your placid blank face still plastered with a programmed subtle smile that what should have unsettled you just as much as anyone else if your were actually a conscious person had no effect on you. The blank doll you are. I hauled you and the man they set you up with as your "husband" to detention. There was no resistance in that sexy tan body of yours. That's what I love about you the most.

 

Inside the private room, you flopped into the mindless heap you actually were. You must have been such a puppet to be able to play your role almost convincingly. I sat with you as our team reviewed your case. You had been the subject of a long term deep hypnosis project starting from when you were an infant. A consciousness simply never developed in that empty little brain of yours. As my partner read out the details of your case, I looked over at you laying mindlessly with a big beaming smile on you face. I had two thoughts. Firstly, I wondered what it was like to be you. We all started out as bags of impulses when we were born. It's just that life shaped most of us into something we call a person pretty quickly. You were different. Maybe that's why I am wondering aloud, talking to you as you smile on mindlessly, either not processing a word I say or processing it but having nothing deeper for my words to offend as you lay happily accepting your nature as an empty husk. Secondly, I wanted to fuck you. Your MILF body was just too sexy, deliciously laid out like that with no one on the inside. Still beaming a mindless smile to no one. Fuck. Maybe that's why I'm inside of you right now, whispering my fantasies about you as I fuck your doll body.

 

From what your "husband" told us after we did a little waterboarding, you were like this to him too. His pretty fuckdoll then, my pretty fuckdoll now. In that sweet little head of yours, your only memories are just whatever his team lets you remember for the mission. So for as long as you could remember, you were a fuckdoll, right? I saw that little nod. I love getting to know you. You're actually the sweetest chick I've been with in a long time. Plus, it also needs to be said:

 

You're so fucking hot. God. Real pretty too. I gotta slow down before I cum. Fuckkkk....

 

God that was amazing. You're a really good fuck. You should be proud of that if I'm not anthropomorphizing you too much.

 

Anyway, I think you could be the perfect wife. I'll put you in a fancy dress and do your makeup to give the outward appearances that there's a person in there. Make up a fake name for you. I'll bring you out to the ball. Or hell, I'll take you out on dates in the real world where no one will even know it's a façade for the mindless fuckdoll you are. Everyone will think you're a real person, but I know the truth. We could have the perfect life together, don't you think?

 

Oh right. Nevermind.