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Mizzet

Pulsar
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Jan 18, 2009
The skies over the city where always thick and overcast with pollution and vapor. The nights even darker as the stars and moon could not penetrate the lower levels. Buildings stood higher then today, reaching the heavens it seemed before vanishing into the murky clouds above. The prohibition of the sex industry had lead to decline in many things, human prostitution was illegal, and offenders faced death. But with the times came ways around the law, untracable means of getting what a person wanted, desired, and lusted after.

That night a single truck boomed and drove along the back alleys of the city. It's lights where off, but that did not matter. It held precious, illegal cargo. Getting to its destination was above all the drivers goals. It came to a screeching halt miles from any station in what seemed like an old storage complex. Two men brought what seemed like a large duffle bag from the back, the contents unknown before a limp hand hung from the zipper opening. It was a girl, though assumably dead, she was sedated, heavily, while they desposited her into an old room. They quickly bond her hands and feet in cuffs, the material, not metal, but of a strong plastic that would tighten if someone struggled. They left her there in the dark, going off perhaps to fetch another girl.
 
Her shallow breathing slowly deepened and her eyes flickered open, glancing about the empty room for a few long moments before attempting to push herself into a seated position. The cuffs, however, held her firmly in place, the strength of her body insufficient to break free. Her mind was in a daze still, as the sedation still held a strong hold on her and made it difficult for her to think clearly let alone remember why she was here and what had happened just prior to her capture. All she knew was that she was here against her will for unknown purposes... and that her name was Alisa.

Alisa had shoulder-length blonde hair, a pleasantly curved figure, b-cup breasts, and slightly below average height. She was the daughter of a typical salary-man who had grown up and was then living by herself in a small one-room apartment. The eighteen-year-old girl had been working in a small shop in the older part of town for the past six months, working her way up the chain so to speak with the intention of becoming a retail manager. However, due to her supposed death no one was looking for her, and her dreams had vanished into the thick haze which hung above the city. Making a fresh effort to move, she strained against the cuffs which caused them to tighten further, digging into her tender skin and causing a dull stinging in her wrists and ankles. Before long she realized the futility of her efforts and allowed herself to lay on her back limply, staring up at the ceiling... Wondering when her captors would make a reappearance, and perhaps shed some light on the reason for her kidnapping.
 
She would be left in the dark for some time before a door opened, pale light coming into the room. It allowed her to see two men, one dressed in what looked like a lab coat or technicians uniform, the other was in a nice stark and pressed suit. "Number 359....Alisa age 18, status single....deceased," the mans lips curled into a smile as he read from his noteboard. "We both know your not dead though," he said speaking to her. "Get her up!" he barked. two men, the ones from earlier, came in and hefted her up, though she could not stand on her own, they allowed the binds to loosen just a bit so they could hold her an inch off the ground.

"Please Doctor...commense the fitting," he said, they seemed to almost ignore her, and from his coat the other man held a small device. "Do try to hold still dear," he replied "we wouldn;t want the fitting to become a miss match and you become nothing but a cripple," he smirked. The well dressed man watched as a beam of light passed over her, appearence measuring her bosy and such.

"Let her down," he replied and the two let her slump onto the floor. "How did it go?" he asked the Doctor, whom gave him a quick nod and exited the room, leaving her with the two goons, and what seemed to be the ring leader of it all.
 
"What... Who are you people?" Alisa breathed out, her tone becoming more insistent with each passing moment, "What do you mean by fitting? What are you... What are you going to do to me? What am I even doing here? Let me go!"

She stared at the man who stood before her along with the two men by his side. Her face showed clear fear and anxiety of what awaited her in the hands of these strange men and their suspicious, ambiguous talk of fitting. Where they going to harvest her organs for sale on the black market, or something far worse that she had not even considered? From the clues that she had gleaned from their brief comments, perhaps they were going to be experimenting on her body?
 
"My my....I do apologize how rude," the man replied. His eyes where covered in a thick black visor, it was amazing he was able to see in this low dim lighting. " We...well...I am going to be someone you are going to become very familiar with over the next few hours...and the rest of your existence," he said. "You see...I provide the world with a much needed service, after all those [prohibiting laws where passed a few years back....well....lets say we need alternatives...and good ones," he replied with a grin.

"That's where you come in...you see...your dead...well..the rest of the world will assume that when it is printed in the paper a few days from now...but don't worry it will be a heart felt touching story I am sure," he said. "You see...your going to be a part of something,...extraordinary...and cant have people snooping around...so it's easier to make you seem dead then kidnapped or missing," he explained. The man in the coat returned cradling something that was a bit shiny and metalic.
 
"A... A service? I don't understand what you mean," Alisa shook her head, "What sort of service would require my death to be faked? Laws are made for a reason, you know. Whatever you are doing here is highly illegal, isn't it? What makes you think I'm going to go along with it willingly? I have no intention of having any part of this-"

The tapping of the man in the coat's shoes against the hard floor caused the girl to cut herself off and turn toward him, her eyes growing wide as her gaze was fixed upon the device he held in his arms. She felt a cold chill run down her spine, the loud pounding of her heart in her chest adding to the approaching sensation of doom, "I... I don't care about being a part of something amazing, I just want an ordinary life!"
 
"Ah but you see....that isn;t possible...we can't ressurect the dead after all...well not legally perhaps...laws against that too," the man in the coat chuckled. "Oh but we can certainly make rebirth possible...as you will soon see," he said, he set the thing down, he pressed a button on a small device and the metal mesh looking thing began to move, it seemed to grow form, and soon there was what looked like an almost human manaquin standing before her. The face was featurless, the body was abnormally slim and not at all realistic, but it was still very human-like.

"Now lets just....put in the data," he said hitting several string of code and buttons on the device. "Binding process.....begin" said an unearthly voice from the psuedio-doll device.

"Now boys hold her up once more. " the well dressed man replied, and she was once more held up against her will, the doll walking very unevenly towards her, its' shape beginning to shrink and expand in an almost baloon like way and it seemed to be opening up.
 
"R-rebirth?!" Arisa's eyes grew even wider upon seeing him activate the strange device, her body tensing up when it formed into a human-like body and began to walk toward her with menacing intent. She had no doubt that this would be very unpleasant, whatever they had planned for her.

"S-stop... Stop it..." Arisa's heart was leaping up into her throat in fear and her skin felt cold with panic as a thin layer of sweat appeared on her skin. The strange thing before her, however, continued to approach her until it pressed against her skin, almost instantly enfolding her entire body with itself and coating her skin. She pulled and strained against her restraints, crying out in anguish one again before it spread over every inch of her. It latched onto her body tightly, fitting her like a glove.
 
Her clothing began to slowly fade off her, as a thin gel coating within the suit was eating away the inorganic material. Though the feeling of being naked would not be so as it encased her figure. At first her airways and eyes where shut and in darkness. But as the strange metalic like material formed around her, it soon allowed her to breath and see. Her face looked nothing like it;s former self, though lips and chin and jaw where the same, though encased in the material, her eyes where covered in a shielding visor of sorts. Her hair was threading from the skull of the suit, though a thing menbrane covered each strand, it would not allow hair to fall needlessly and be tracked down.

"It must feel strange I know...but soon it will be like its nothing at all," he said. At his word she would feel a strange sensation, like tiny pin pricks, though not painful. The gel was moving over everyinch of her within the small, almost non existant space between her bare skin and the body suite. She would feel it from the tip of her toes, to her head, and it seeped and moved within her body, slipping into her nether region, coating her insides and making her feel everything outside of the suite, the chill of the room, everything she would feel as if she was waering nothing at all.
 
She could feel it, the way it spread over her body as if it had a life of its own, coating her skin with a new layer as it began to pierce into her very being and link with her nervous system such that it became a part of herself. She could feel the sensation of the plastic on her wrists and ankles, the slight movement of the air against her body as if she where completely in the nude. When she opened her eyes, the display in front of her suddenly activated, giving her a clear view of the men in front of her although her actual eyes were fused shut. In such a short amount of time, it had already completely taken over all of her senses and destroyed every fragment of her clothing. She felt exposed, and even more vulnerable than before, her entire body feeling foreign yet at the same time familiar as she made a fresh effort to break out of her restraints.

"What... What is this?" Arisa asked, although her voice had not yet calibrated and so sounded quite strange and rough, distinctly robotic rather than originating from her own throat, "What is the meaning of this?"
 
"Ah the fusing seems to have worked, very good...very nice," the lab coated man replied, his eyes darting upon her exposed figure. She was in all sense nude before them, her body now like that of some machine, though she was very much alive within it. "Perhaps a programming for clothing should be done?" he suggested, but he was not given an answer.

"Ah it seems you are the first of many new and exciting things to come," the boss man said. "You may now call me Master...I am your new handler Alisa...." he said. She would feel the sudden nudge in her mind, the suite was registering what he said and feeding it into her memory directly. Soon the fact he was known as "Master" was well established in her head. "Now once your voice settles in you should be fully up and running," the gell like substance slipped into her mouth coating her vocal cords to mimic her voice through the suite now.
 
"Well, then, Master," Arisa spoke in the same tone and voice as she had before the suite had encased her, albeit in a more calm and accepting manner than the words where probably intended to carry, "Would you explain to me why I am here in the first place? You haven't told me a single thing, and yet you have kidnapped me, faked my death, and put this... this thing onto my body without my permission. What exactly are you trying to condition me for? That's what a handler is for, correct?"

It was strange. No matter how hard she tried to think of a different name for him, the word Master always appeared in her mind. She couldn't even think of any proper insults to hurl at him, and her words were somewhat aggressive yet not outright disrespectful to his person. Just what sort of alterations had this suite done to her in such a short amount of time? She had never heard of such a body-manipulating suite before, as research into the field had primarily been restricted to the gaming industry in order to further extend the operator's perception of the virtual worlds they would explore. However, this was far beyond simple simulation... This was a tool for suppression and manipulation.
 
He grinned, her voice held the venom she wanted, but her words betrayed her intents. It seemed already this suit was turning her into an obedient host. "Well...I think you deserve a better explination...." he said. "As you know....the laws state one cannot conduct forms of sexually explicit things, protecting women from being exploited and the like," he said. It was common knowledge how the law worked, it meant women, human girls and such, could not be used as items of sex for entertainment or anything, only procreation was allowed, and even that was highly restricted to simply well...basic sex.

"However the ways around this usually involved....making robotic doubles of a female, but those where...imperfect...so why not...make the real thing seem....fake enough to use....after all...your no longer Alisa...age 18....single...virgin...but instead your now Alisa....model number...11356," he said. His plan now made more sense.
 
"I... I'm not a machine for you to use," Alisa shot back, although her tone lacked the bite of her words, "No matter what you do to me, Master, I will always be me. Nothing you can do will change that. This is exactly why such laws were made in the first place, to make what you are doing here illegal."

Through the display which hung in front of her eyes she stared directly in front of the man before her, whom she now realized would be making an effort to break her in for his clients, men who would knowingly or unknowingly be sating their lust on her body. The very thought of her made her blood turn cold in dread of the atrocities that would likely be foisted upon her in the coming days, months, and possibly years. There was no end in sight, for no one would be looking for her, let alone in such a place as this... She had protected her body from such men for her entire life, and here before her was the man who would likely snatch away her precious virginity. Just what sort of man was this, who would subject women to such a horrible fate? Her thoughts were bold, but her will was much weaker. Even then she was shaking in fear before her master, fearing what he could possibly have in store for her.
 
"Now now.....none of that....be quiet for a moment," he stated, she would feel her mouth unable to move after this. It seemed the suit, not programmed for anything yet, just followed order for the moment. "You are very much whatever I want you to be do you understand?" he asked her. "If I want you to be an innocent little girl...you will be...if I want you to be a trained slut you will be....if I want you to be a good girl you will be,"

The suit was taking every word he said, of course it did not understand any of it, but it did make her store every word he said. "Now...I want you to stand up....and give us a nice little show of that new body of yours understand?"
 
Unable to voice a word of dissent, Arisa silently obeyed his command after being freed from the restraints on her wrists and ankles. She first shifted he weight onto her left leg, bending over and reaching down with her hands to trace the outline of her smooth curves, fingertips lightly grazing her new skin with the slightest of touches. She then took on step, then another, turning herself around slowly in order to give him a full view of her form, arching her back slightly as she did so in order to further emphasize her breasts which stood out nicely from chest. Her hands, meanwhile, continued their journey up her legs until her left hand stopped at her hip and her right hand paused at her left breast, cupping the soft flesh and rubbing her palm over the sensitive nub. Finally, she turned toward her Master and spread her legs apart a bit more in order to give him a good look of her pussy, her left hand reaching down and gently stroking the tender lips of her sex.
 
"Alright, thats enough," he instructed," he told her, to the dismay of the other men in the room who seemed to greatly want to see her continue with her little show. 'Now tell me...before your death....what kind of experiences did you have?" he asked her. "Surely a girl your age had at least fooled around a little bit with a guy, an ex-boyfriend perhaps?"

The suite would look into her head, like someone peering into a window, she would feel her memories being brought up, like a computer being asked to search for something, it was most likely a very alien feeling for her. Her vocal cords also become usable as he asked her a question, the suit was still very much in the beta test but it seemed to be shockingly effective.
 
"There was... One boy that I liked while I was still in school, a young man around my own age," Arisa reached up with her right hand and brushed her shoulder-length hair in a timid fashion, clearly not comfortable with telling these complete strangers such intimate details but unable to disobey her Master's commands. She could feel the suite invading her mind, squeezing out every word that it could in the context of men in her life in general, "We had many classes together and I used it as an excuse to study with him often, but he never caught onto my true intentions. I wanted him to look at me like a man does a woman, but to him I was nothing more than a friend. I even built up the courage to kiss him on the cheek, but he never understood what I meant by it. I've never been touched by a man intimately. The entire event had crushed what little pride I had in myself as a woman, and I resolved to focus my attention on finding a job and earning a living for myself rather than dwell on my failure of a love life."
 
"Thats a touching tale," the man replied, of course his words betrayed, if anything he could have not been any less interested in it then if she was talking about the contents of a shampoo bottle. "Well don't worry...your very much the woman you wanted to be now," he grinned. "You'll certianly get alot of attention from men....tell me what was the boys name though?" he asked her. (sorry it short)
 
Arisa, of course, didn't believe a word of what he had said to her. She didn't want the lustful gaze of men grazing over her and desiring to sate their desires on her body. She didn't want the superficial affection driven by lust and want, fueled further by their lack of female companionship. Least of all, however, she didn't want this man, known simply as Master, to learn the identify of her unrequited love. Her suite, however, gave her no choice in the matter as she revealed his name without hesitation, "His name is Andrew Dawson, the son of the wealthy business owner. He is the youngest of four brothers, but once he graduated I have not been able to keep track of his whereabouts. His older brothers receive most of the media coverage since they have taken over the family business for the most part."

She looked up at him timidly, worried what he might do. He couldn't possibly be considering bringing Andrew here, and leading him to use her, could he? Someone as well-refined as he wouldn't even consider coming to such a place full of debauchery and lust. He was much better than that.

((Its ok))
 
"Ah so interested in rich men...you'll get plenty of that too if you play well," he said. Of course she was already perceiving possible customers for her. What better then to have Mr. Dawson use her like she was nothing but a whore, and he knew the name well already. In fact her former crush was a rather frequent user of their products, so perhaps in her near future her lover might be able to sate himself with her. He wondered if maybe the boy might even remember her.

"So tell me....actually...show me...how you felt when you think of Mr. Dawson," he said.
 
"I never had many particularly dirty thoughts about him, if that is what you are asking... I wanted him to hold me in his arms and tenderly kiss me, whispering in my ear that he loved me," Arisa wrapped her arms around herself and pressed her fingers into her soft skin as if he were there at that very moment doing the things she spoke, "Even that would be a dream come true, a fantasy I held deep within my heart since the moment I laid eyes on him. I know its a rather childish fantasy, but I have long since given up any hope that it might come true..."

She turned and faced him once again, "But... Don't you dare bring him here, Master. If he were to see me like this, I'm sure he would hate me, despise me despite all the many days we spent together as friends. Don't soil him by bringing him to such a place, least of all for your own base pleasure. He's much too good of a man to be seen here... He's noble and kind and thoughtful, and things like this would just mess up the purity of his mind!"
 
He chuckled softly "No promises my dear, but very well lets change the subject....perhaps you should be clothed.....what would you like?" he asked. This moment the lab coat was alreadyusing the same device as before. She would feel suddenly like she was clothed, and if she looked she indeed was, of course for now all she had on was a very base sent of under garments. White cotton panties and a bra that hid her body for the most part.

"What do you feel most comfortable in Alisa?" and cloths seemed to magically sprout from the suite, not some hologram either, but real stitched fibers.
 
She certainly didn't mind a shift in the topic, but as he was clearly taking the lead she couldn't help but respond in a defensive manner. If he had intended on giving her clothes, why had he allowed the suite to dissolve her old ones in the first place? Perhaps he was trying to earn some amount of favor with her before attempting to break her in.

"If you paid a bit closer attention to what I was wearing before, perhaps you would know, Master," Alisa huffed, attempting to put up a strong front before this man who intended to break through the barriers in her mind and bend her according to his will, "I was wearing a tank top and jeans, with a belt and athletic women's shoes. Its what I usually wear on my off hours when I am not at my job. I don't remember exactly, but I think that is what I was wearing when you abducted me."

With mild curiosity, she reached down and touched the fabric which was covering her new body. It felt real, not some artificial construct intended to simulate the real thing. Just how advanced was this suit? Was it intended to create clothes for her to wear in accordance to her future "client's" desires? Just the thought of it made her feel a bit ill, the sickening sensation settling in the bottom of her stomach.
 
"Okay so...casual," he stated," though the tank top that appeared on her was much lower cut then the one she had on, and her jeans ended up being more like a nylon fabric that stretched and hugged her figure even more so. "Denim is difficult to replicate," was his excuse, but of course him being the one in control, it wasn't so sure if this was the whole truth or not.

"Now then...lets see.....what other things are in there," her attire shifted from school uniforms, to nurse cloths, and even costumes where she had a bunny tail stocking and ears, it seemed not only any form of clothing, but any fantasy she could accomidate.
 
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