A Good Doll 💜

“So yes, not to waste any more of your time let’s get right to it. You’ve all been picked for a reason, and that’s why you’re here. We went over your performance and decided that you girls would be perfect candidates for a new reward programme we’re trialling.”

The other girls seemed excited. Giddy, even. There was even more giggling. Anna wasn’t sure. She raised her hand. From the look the man gave her he clearly hadn’t been expecting questions. He still pointed at her though.

“Yes?”

“So what are we actually going to do?” Anna asked.

“That is an excellent question. I could probably try explaining it to you but it’d be much easier if I could just take you through and show you all, you’d get it much faster. So if you girls would like to follow me?”

-

The girls knelt, staring ahead. Eyes blank, fixed on the screens in front of them. Some were already drooling a little. Anna was trying to focus. She was the only one trying.

All of the girls were in collars, and nothing else.

If any of them had been able to keep track of time, they’d know that it had been two days since the training for the reward programme started. They might have been able to remember how it started, too. How they’d all been led from the room they’d been waiting in, taken to an elevator none of them had ever actually seen before on the other side of a locked door, and to another room with thick, soft walls, where they had sat down.

They’d all been given a glass of water and the man with them had sort of just talked in circles without really saying much of anything at all until he’d seen that each of them had taken at least a few sips before saying that a proper explanation would be in a video that had been prepared for them. The other girls cooed because videos were fun. Anna was feeling quite sleepy and was still very confused what any of this was about, but videos weren’t so bad.

And so all the girls had looked at a screen set into one of those soft, padded walls and the screen had blinked and then flashed and then started to explain it to them. Not that they could remember, really. Not that it mattered.

The screens were all individual ones now, one for each girl, the better to monitor their progress. It was expected that all of them would adapt to the needs of the reward programme at the same pace, but it paid to be sure with things like this. The girls needed to be perfect for the programme.

Each girl’s collar had a leash attached, and each leash had been clipped just below the screen they were helplessly staring at. The leashes hung, limp. None of the girls were trying to get away.

Obviously, none of the girls noticed the two men coming into the room. One was the man who had led them here in the first place, the other was his immediate superior. The first man showed the second some readouts and some progress reports and other important but tedious details, and then the pair of them went to have a proper look at the girls.

“Coming along very quickly,” the second man said, proudly. The first man nodded.

“Psychological profiling the company did showed us these girls would be especially receptive. So far, they are.”

An especially loud groan from along the line of girls caught their attention.

“And who’s this?” The second man asked, arriving at the source. The girl was panting heavier than the others, eyes still fixed ahead but not quite as peaceful. The leash clinked against the collar as she shivered. 

“This was Anna, but she’s going to be designated number three.”

“Number three?”

“You can get attached to a number, but not as easily as a name.”

“Alright. And how is number three doing?”

“To be honest, we’re having the tiniest trouble with Number three. None of the others really resisted at all and slipped right under. She isn’t resisting the programming, but it isn’t taking as easily as it is with the other girls. Watch.”

And he reached in past her and unclipped the leash from under the screen and gave it a tug towards himself. Anna, obeying the instructions already deeply-drilled into her head, turned to him, knelt up, and put her hands behind her back and spread her knees apart. Not fast enough, though. Her head was swaying.

“See the hesitation?” The first man asked.

“Not very big.”

“There shouldn’t be any. We made sure to pick the girls very specifically for this. Anomalies happen though. It’s why they get individual conditioning, so we can correct for it. I’m not concerned though, watch. Three, stand, Follow.”

Anna obeyed. Wobbly on her feet, sluggish, but she still obeyed. She stood and she followed the man as she walked to one end of the room and then to the other, past all the other girls, and with the other man watching. There was a slight stiffness to her walk, and once or twice she blinked and seemed to try and focus, only for it slip away again. She mouthed something, but it was silent. 

Even when the man put a hand between her legs. Even when he slipped a finger in, then two. She moaned of course, and stood still for him, but there was still something there. For one moment she even tried to meet his eyes. She couldn’t, but she tried.

“Three, kneel,” the man said, arriving back where he started. Anna dropped back to her knees and resumed the same position as before, docile as anything, blank and obedient. But not quite right. It was more obvious now.

“I see it,” the second man said.

“Don’t worry, we’ll fix it, up her dosage and maybe give her a little extra conditioning until she’s the same level as the others. They’ll all be ready in time for the launch.”

“Excellent.”

It wasn’t very far away, after all, and they had promises to keep.

-

The deadline for the launch approached.

The other girls were already in a limited trial-run of the reward programme, presently being handled by testers. Their obedience was absolute, their old minds gone. The testing was mostly to see if there were any unintended side-effects or contradictions in the new commands that had been laid over the girls they had been before.

There was a testing area set up, a facsimile of a typical office floor - desks, partitions, plastic plants, whatever. The testers would take the girls by the leash and lead them around and put them through the paces they might be expected to face when the programme started. Getting their leashes clipped to desks to be blank and obedient cockwarmers for whoever was sitting there. Getting bent forward over desks and fucked. Getting bent backwards over desks and fucked. Getting told to kneel and play while the man holding the leash did something else.

All the girls performed perfectly. Mindlessly. Eagerly.

Anna, however, was still holding on. Barely. And so she was receiving specialised treatment. Gagged and blindfolded they’d largely done away with the screens and were now focused on audio reinforcement - a synthesised copy of her own voice, repeating the words they knew were now filling her head:

-do not resist do not disobey the man holding the leash is master your owner you will comply you will obey feels good to obey cannot resist obey the leash obey master owner sir he holds the leash he controls you he commands you obey no thoughts just the leash do not resist do not disobey-

Her brain was mush. Any idea of who she was or what was happening had gone days ago. If she’d tried to speak, she wouldn’t have been able to. Constantly wet, constantly horny, she was barely recognisable as the girl who’d been called to that meeting however many days ago with the others.

But she was holding on by the tiniest, tiniest thread. She couldn’t understand why. She wasn’t even really aware she was. There was just something stopping her from finally giving in and accepting only the conditioning and nothing else. It made her squirm and wriggle, which was why they’d had to strap her down like they had.

The man who’d introduced all the girls at the start watching her, frowning. He turned to the man beside him, holding a tablet.

“Layer in secondary conditioning,” he said. The man nodded and tapped a few things and a second later Anna groaned again and strained briefly against the straps before falling limp again and settling into low, helpless moaning. Other words now filled her ears as well, alongside and around the words that had been there before. She couldn’t shut it out.

-good girls don’t think good girls don’t think good girls don’t think girls don’t think girls don’t think girls don’t think girls don’t think girls don’t think girls don’t think girls don’t think girls don’t think girls don’t think girls don’t think girls don’t think girls don’t think girls don’t think girls don’t think girls don’t think girls don’t think girls don’t think girls don’t think-

He had to admit, despite her being a problem he was starting to get a little fond of Anna. The other girls had folded so easily and been wiped clearly with so few issues it had been hard to form any sort of attachment. All the special attention she’d needed meant that he’d spent a lot of time with her. He’d used her a lot too, obviously - it was part of the process - but he realised he’d become personally invested in making sure she was a good fit for the programme. Her resistance was a concern for him.

They’d tried her in the testing area with the other girls and she’d started out promising, but she’d quickly shown signs that her conditioning wasn’t fully settled in. She’d even tried to speak to the tester holding her leash. It was why she was where she was now. If problems persisted, well…

Before he could consider what the last-ditch options for Anna might be, an assistant came up to him.

“Yes?” 

“We got the wrong girl,” the assistant said. The first man blinked, and tore his eyes away from Anna to look at them.

“We did?” He asked, looking at the files the assistant was shoving in his direction. Both for girls named Anna. One was his, the one he’d got so fond of. The other was another, different Anna.

“Both called Anna, similar surnames,” the assistant said, a little sheepishly. The first man shrugged and handed the files back. Oh well.

“These things happen. Got the other one?” He asked.

“Oh yes, she’s going through induction now.”

The first man nodded. He was watching Anna again.

“One more never hurt. We were thinking of expanding the reward programme anyway.”

“Already?”

Given it hadn’t actually started yet. The first man shrugged again.

“Demand’s been high. Just planning ahead.”

-

The leash was taut, wound around his fist. Anna was on all fours. Her head was pulled back, mouth wide, eyes rolled to the whites. Her cunt squeezed around him as he came even as she didn’t, milking every last drop deep into her. Both of them stayed like that a second, though it felt a lot longer, and then he grunted and relaxed, letting the leash down and letting her head drop. He pulled out. Anna stayed in place.

The man, the first man, the man who’d taken a shine to her, gave the leash a light tug.

“Three. Clean.”

Immediately she turned around and took him into her mouth, cleaning himself and herself off of his cock. She was so eager he could have sworn she was trying to get him ready to go again.

She was still a good girl - a very good girl, in fact - but she wasn’t quite good enough for the programme. She’d do as she was told but she wouldn’t do it to the standards the programme called for, or so they’d said. All that had been done to her couldn’t be undone though, so she’d just been sent home with him. Not strictly the formal way of dealing with it, but no-one minded. Anna certainly didn’t. 

Or number three, rather.

When he felt she’d done enough (and she would have kept going) he told her to stop and to reset, which had her kneeling again on the bed, back in position, eyes front, chest out. Default position.

He thought he’d try something.

“Anna?”

Nothing.

“Anna?”

Not a twitch. He snapped his fingers in front of her face. Still nothing.

“Three?”

Her ears pricked and she knelt up a little straighter, eyes still blank and ahead but clearly ready.

He wondered whether he should tell someone about this. They’d given her to him on the assumption that she was a lost cause beyond proper conditioning. Was this a sign that maybe she wasn’t? That she could actually be finished and be put into the programme - just like the other, actual Anna had? Should he take her back in again?

The tiniest flicker of something moving caught his eye and he looked down. He saw a thin trickle of moisture running down the inside of her leg as she knelt there, trembling. He saw a drop fall from between her legs and land on the tiny (but growing) damp patch on the bed that hadn’t been there before she’d started kneeling there.

He decided no, he wouldn’t tell anyone. It was probably nothing anyway.