Corporate Takeover: The Tradwife Trap: Part 8

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She felt free, even as she sat in the chair that once held her captive. Above her were pictures of Ellie, turning and sinking into the spirals drifting across the darkness. With them, pictures of Tina, too, as if she would ever for get the woman she loved the most in the world.

“You see your wife.”

“Yes.”

“She is your everything, isn’t she, Ellie?”

“Oh yes.”

“In fact, she is more than just your wife. She means so much to you, it is easy to worship her. She is a woman who deserves to be worshipped. And we call those kinds of women ‘Goddess.’ It’s no surprise that you find that Tina is your goddess. In fact, try saying it. Say ‘Tina is my Goddess.’”

“Tina is my Goddess.” The words curled Elle’s toes. That was such a perfect way to phrase how she felt about her wife. She could fall on her knees right now and kiss her feet if that’s what Tina wanted.

“Say it again.”

“Tina is my Goddess.”

“Good girl. Again.”

“Tina is my Goddess.”

Benson urged her to keep repeating the words while she watched the images spin above. It was a mantra that would take her deeper into trance. And with every repetition, the words became more true. By the time the drugs peaked, Ellie knew that she would do anything Tina asked of her. She was devoted in a way that transcended being Tina’s wife. She was Tina’s acolyte, a willing submissive to her every whim.

“You know so clearly who you are, Ellie. I am so proud of you. You are a very good girl and soon we will release so you can be with your wife. Your Goddess. How quickly that happens is up to you. It is time for you to decide if you want to hide from your life like before, or if you are ready to be Ellie today and every day after.”

“Yes,” Ellie groaned, a sound that suggested sexual release. “I am Ellie and I never want to be anything else!”

Benson brushed the strawberry blonde hair away from Ellie’s eyes and offered a smile that might have been called maternal.

RJ Talbott hated flying. The thrust as a plane left the ground, the shuddering when it bounced in air pockets, the sudden jerk of the landing – aside from the speed of travel, there was very little to recommend the mode of travel in his estimation. The one thing he allowed himself to compensate for his distaste was in the hiring of a leggy redhead to serve as his personal flight attendant. He supposed she might work elsewhere, he only paid by the trip, but that pay was generous enough that she always made herself available. As she should. He supposed he could get the Benson woman to make him one of his own, a servant of the sky, but he was skeptical that the process could convince a man like him that the woman handing him a drink had never been a man.

Then again, Julie was a convincing result. She was a pretty little thing, and RJ considered propositioning her, but he needed his inside man, or woman as the case may be, to trust him without a hint of worry. Mistrust was easy to come by. He had little faith in Benson. She was pretty, but cool. Ambitious women frightened him. They could be more ruthless than a man by a country mile in Talbott’s experience. Still, her work was impeccable. Finding a way to get rid of some opponents without actually killing anyone was genius on his part. And the women Benson molded from that masculine clay was equal genius on her part. The sale of some of those women made a tidy sideline business, too. He understood how one might make a lucrative business from it, should one be so predisposed.

The jet landed with the expected bumps and taxied to the end of the runway, near the small control tower. This was some backwater horseshit, and Talbott knew plenty about horseshit after growing up on a Texas ranch. The view wasn’t so bad. Benson and Julie were there on the tarmac, along with a nice piece of ass with blonde hair and a great rack. Stuffed in a pink tube dress, the busty blonde looked like she could have been a living Barbie. She waved and smiled big when Talbott came down the steps to set foot on the tarmac.

Benson was the first to greet him with a handshake, but Talbott’s eyes were on the blonde. If she was manufactured, she was immaculate.

“Glad you could make it,” the doctor said. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“RJ Talbott. And likewise. I’m looking forward to seeing the Institute. You’re doing some important work here.”

“We like to think so. This is my assistant, Julie. Without her, none of this would be possible.”

“Nice to meet you.”

Talbott shook quickly and released. It wouldn’t pay for Benson to see any sign of recognition. He took a quick gander at Julie’s very nice legs, on display in the skirt that landed well above her knees, and returned his attention to the blonde.

“This young lady is Tammy, one of our latest patients at the Institute. She has just completed the final work and will be leaving us soon. We’re all going to miss her.”

“Dr. Benson is the best!” Tammy squealed.

Talbott admired the exuberance, but it was clear Tammy didn’t have a whole lot going on upstairs. Not that she needed it with a body like that. She was more suited for a light beer commercial. And if he had his notes right in his head, Talbott knew that this would be Jason Moore. That was the punk who did him raw on the O’Connor deal a year back. But Talbott’s memory was long and his reach longer. He’d made a deal with Moore’s boss to trade the man for some stock options. For the trade, the CEO in question would get Tammy, too. A side piece never hurt anyone.

“Tammy’s breast augmentation was done just a couple of days ago. You can see that already most of the bruising is gone. And Tammy will think they’ve always been that way by the time we finish her final processing. We’ll do vaginal sculpting on Monday and that she’ll be ready to leave us.”

“Uh, she doesn’t mind us talking like this around her?” Talbott looked at the grinning, empty face of the new woman.

“No. She’s been trained to tune out any discussion of her processing here. We are freer to discuss her or any of the girls without worry. Come along, Julie will drive us to the Institute. And Tammy can ride in the back with you.”

The drive wasn’t long, but there was enough time for Talbott to get a taste of Tammy’s lips, who was only too eager to kiss and play. Her gold dress made her look like a hostess at a lounge. While he knew consciously that there was a cock hiding under that dress, there was nothing about Tammy to suggests he was anything but a woman, and quite a friendly one at that. She was tugging his old dick through the slacks he wore, and if the trip had been any longer, he might have gotten a blowjob out of the deal.

Instead, he followed Benson and Julie inside, his arm around the gold-draped cutie. She would lean and nibble his ear even as they walked into the clean and elegant lobby of the Janus Institute. The stroll through the lobby revealed a whole bevy of pretty young women. He wondered how many were natural and which had been manufactured by the half-mad Benson and her so-called process. Talbott found he didn’t much care. He was too busy earmarking a few for seduction later. His style of seduction was largely based on him suggesting the kind of luxury he could offer, should one of the pretty young things deign to allow him to employ her comforts. The exchange might be transactional rather than emotional, but Talbott found most things were.

“Would you like to see where it all happens?” Benson asked over her shoulder.

Talbott nearly blushed. He’d been caught staring at the other women populating the lobby while testing one of Tammi’s tits with a rising hand. He had to remind himself Benson was a necessary evil and ogling her staff might send the wrong message.

“Of course. I didn’t come all this way for a Powerpoint.”

“Excellent,” the good doctor replied, and led Talbott, Julie, and the giggling Tammy through heavy double doors. The magnetic locks closed behind them.

It’s an elegant cage, Talbott thought. Like a resort, but you saw the heavy locks and the lack of windows and realized what sort of place you were in. he imagined how his rivals must have felt when they realized what was happening to them. He nuzzled Tammy’s ear and she giggled again. Maybe they didn’t think much at all these days, but he might like to treat himself in the future with a glimpse at the process before they were fully transformed into their feminine ideals.

“This is the training room.” Benson spread her arms, presenting the room to Talbott.

There wasn’t much to it, really. A chair with straps sat ominously in the center, and there were some IV bags hooked to rolling silver stands, the kind you saw on hospital shows all the time, but the rest was just empty space. The ceiling above was high and curved and painted a dim gray. It looked more like a planetarium than some brainwashing something or other. Then again, what experience did he have with such things, besides writing the checks?

“I know,” Benson said, and then, as if reading his mind, “it doesn’t look like much. I assure you that it is quite effective. In fact, I can demonstrate.”

Somehow, Talbott lost track of Julie between examining the training room’s lack of detail and Tammy wrapping her body against his. He realized what a mistake that was when his body froze, seizing, his brain lit up by pain all over his body. His hands were claws, his face a rictus of pain. For a moment, all there was was the pain, and then he came to, his body his own once more. Only he could no more move than he could have when the current of electricity flowed through him.

His eyes found Benson circling the chair. He thought of sailors in a lifeboat being hounded by a Great White, the fin moving in that deadly rotation. Julie stood still beside the chair, eyes hardly blinking, her gaze looking over the Talbott and at some unknowable thing in the far distance. What wa smore alarming than benson’s predatory walk around him or Julie’s doll-like expression was the fact he was fully restrained in the chair. He couldn’t even move his head side-to-side.

“You’re back with us,” benson said when she saw his eyes darting around the room. “You were really gone for a moment. Julie did give you a nasty jolt with the taser. I couldn’t take chances.”

“Benson, you let me out of this chair right now or I’ll-“

“Subdue.” Benson did not look at Julie as she uttere the word, but in an instant Julie’s arm raised and another round of pain and mind-numbing electricity flowed through him. “This is not how I want to conduct our business, Mr. Talbott.”

He was panting, sweating. “What do you want, you psycho bitch?”

“I want my work to be used for good. Not for some petty revenge. Or profit. What I do here, Mr. Talbott, is I take the dregs of masculinity, men not unlike yourself, and I make them useful. Except that’s not what I’ve been doing. I’ve been clearing the field for your dealings with other assholes.” She winced as she said the last, like the foul word caused her physical displeasure. “And now I am in a place with great leverage. I intend to use that leverage to ensure the Janus Institute continues and adheres to my principles.”

“Once I get out of this chai, I assure you that I can make that happen. Let me out, benson. We can find some common ground here.”

Be reasonable. Be the mediator. Talbott knew not to let his emotions ruin a deal. And he was in the process of what might be the most important deal of his life – his freedom.

“Whatever Julie told you, I am sure it was a misunderstanding.”

“Julie told me everything. The trafficking to sell my creations. The way you use dmy work for personal gain. And how good you were at covering your tracks. Not many people know about the existence of our little experiment, do they?”

Talbott’s eyes flitted to Julie, who remained still, mannequin-like. “She offer you more, did she?”

“I offered her freedom, Mr. Talbott. Freedom from worry, from ever having to decide another thing so long as she lives. She only knows her name is Julie because I said to remember it for the purposes of this meeting.”

Benson stood between Talbott and Julie, staring at the latter. “What is your name?”

“This one is J1.”

“And what is J1’s purpose?”

“To serve Raquel Benson without question.”

“See?” Benson turned to Talbott now. “There is no Julie. What you see is one of a kind. My first living doll. A creation made to serve me in all ways and without a moment’s hesitation. I wanted you with us to see the final conversion. Her use as Julie is done. It’s time for her to take her place. Form should imply function, don’t you think, Mr. Talbott?”

If she was looking for an answer, Talbott didn’t give one. He watched, silent, while Benson peeled away the smart and professional clothes of his former spy. She was a pretty thing. Maybe even gorgeous. Seeing her nude this way might have been arousing, but the blankness of her face and the matter of his own restraints made it anything but arousing.

“Truth be told, and why not tell the truth to you now, I love her obedience. Her emptiness. And I have programmed her to crave that emptiness. I am not without my own predilections, Mr. Talbott. And I have always dreamed of a lover in latex. If I can’t have a natural lover, why not my own doll?”

Benson bent and opened something that sounded like a case. And then there was the odd squeak of rubber. Or latex, as Talbott guessed it must be. When Benson rose again, she held a fold of black latex, glistening in the dim light and impossible to discern as some sort of garment. It was only when she threaded Julie’s bare leg into the material that he saw it for what it was. It was a catsuit, and Benson was lifting Julie’s other foot to step into the bottom half of the catsuit.

“It’s quite form-fitting isn’t it, Mr. Talbott? Like a second skin. I believe, given time, I can make it a real skin, capabl of sensation just as her flesh is. I am quite brilliant, as you well know. Look at her. She adores this. Being converted into my personal toy. Then again, that’s how I made her.’

The statue that was Julie was moving now. She squirmed as the latex crept up her legs, a rising tide of the reflective black material. Benson’s hands were not shy about tugging against the friction of Julie’s skin, or in exploring the cleft between her legs. Julie’s eyes fluttered, her mouth hung slightly open. Her breath quickened and nipples tightened at the tips of her modest breasts.

“I might have loved her, if I had time to love,” Benson mused. “Now she can be of use to me forever. I will be all she ever needs.”

Benson pulled the catsuit up and over Julie’s hips, hiding her pussy. Despite the lack of direct stimulation, every inch the latex covered sent Julie into greater pleasures based on the way she squirmed and moaned. And now, despite his fear, Talbott was aroused.

“You may ask yourself why I do this in front of you. Why not do it in private where I might enjoy myself as I like? The answer is a simple one, Mr. Talbott. While I adore the idea of my own doll, the only thing to heighten the pleasure of the notion is to create two dolls for myself. You already know my skills at converting the masculine to the feminine. For you, I will add another step. Man to woman. Woman to doll. By the end, you will be just as Julie here.”

The catsuit was fitted up to Julie’s chest now. Her arms were being fitted into the sleeves of the catsuit. The way the latex shaped and highlighted Julie’s body was exquisite, something Talbott could appreciate even as he looked on the girl with growing horror. Would he writhe with need as Julie did as Benson zipped up the catsuit, leaving only hands and feet and face free of the latex confinement?

“And before I seal you up the way I am molding Julie, I’ll be sure you sign over your holdings to me. I assure you that money will be put to good use.”

Talbott wanted to look away from the slow conversion, but the restraints held his gaze fast. He could close his eyes, but hearing the chirp of the latex as it stretched and the sighs of the doll were worse thn actually witnessing her descent into servitude. When gloves covered her hands, benson also slipped latex boots in place, creating a seamless appearance. It was difficult to tell where catsuit met boot and glove met catsuit. She was a whole, a thing made of latex.

“There. Almost done. The last step is my favorite. In an instant, I will erase Julie completely. She will be a thing for my amusement. Look upon it, RJ. Know what it is to see your fate.”

What Benson held next, taken from whatever box of dark wonders just out of sight, was something that looked like a black globe split open. She lifted it and circled Julie, raising the thing to fit at the back of the entranced girl’s head. It moved on some kind of hinge and closed around Julie’s head. As it clicked shut, Talbott saw that it rested on her neck and covered her features, making her face smooth and featureless. There was nothing left of a human, no sign of humanity beside the feminine shape of the thing. When the hood closed around her head, Julie stood still once more, a midnight-colored doll at attention, awaiting its order so that it might be given purpose.

“Dr. Benson,” Talbott muttered, his voice cracking with the terror he felt through the arousal sparked by the transformation of human to doll. “Raquel…”

“Don’t worry, RJ. I promise you it will feel so very good.”

He felt the prick of a needle in his arm as Benson administered the first round of her unique cocktail. Moments later, the spirals turned overhead. Talbott fought against their pull. He lasted longer than Benson thought he would, and then he, too, was floating up and into the sinking spirals and his mind opened up to her.

Before their final good-byes, Benson verified that the girls leaving her care would be well-attended. Fay had work lined up, as did Tammy, and Talbott’s fortune allowed for both to begin with apartments in the city. While their original destinations would have led them into depths of depravity Benson would not wish on her most hated enemy, she now had the power to change their fates. Tammy would never be a brain trust, that was true, but she would use her sexuality on her own terms. There was empowerment in sex work if one looked at it the right way. And Tammy was built for desire.

Fay was glamorous, and expressed a desire to be a beautician. Perhaps not the loftiest of goals, but good work. Jacey was drop-dead gorgeous, and Benson somewhat reluctantly allowed her to slip into the role of trophy wife for the man who had paid Talbott for her. She would be cared for, at least.

She double-checked her arrangements and verified the money in the Institute’s account, now swollen with Talbott’s funds. It wa shard not to smile when you saw all those commas in between the digits. She pushed herself back from the desk, flattened her skirt and strode out of the room. Her doll, who stood silent by the door while Benson worked, followed wordlessly. Only the sound of the latex stretching when she walked announced the presence of the doll.

When the elevator doors closed to take them to the lobby, Benson hazarded a lewd grip at the dolls crotch, pressing against her hidden slit. J1 was always wet for her. She had been made that way. After the last of her charges was gone, Benson might use the doll. Or perhaps have the doll play with itself for her amusement. She would decide in the moment. It was nice to have a plaything with no desire sof its own. The mindless were very good lovers.

A few of the girls working the lobby were still adjusting to a workplace where a living latex doll followed Benson like an erotic puppy, but no one would voice that concern. Word was circulating that there was another being programmed and none of the staff wanted to volunteer for a third position by expressing their hesitations. They merely waves and smiled in greeting as Benson moved through the lobby to the front doors where the girls were being met by their new partners or drivers to take them away to new lives.  Benson did not interfere with the hugs and tears the girls shared. One by one they left until it was only Ellie and her wife.

“I want to thank you,” Tina said, taking benson’s hand. She appeared nonplussed by the latex doll standing behind Benson. Perhaps having one’s husband turned into a 50s-style pinup went a long way to accepting the unusual.

“It is truly my pleasure, Mrs. Rogers. I believe Ellie will make a fine partner for you.”

Ellie squealed at mention of her and clung to Tina’s shoulder. She was expertly made-up, and the tight skirt and button up op barely containing her enhanced tits made her the picture of retro sex appeal.

“I believe that, too,” Tina nodded. “Ellie, let’s head home.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Ellie sang.

Before she entered the passenger seat of their car, Ellie broke away and rushed at Benson, securing the doctor in a warm and squishy embrace.

“Thank you for making me better, Doctor. I hope you can help someone the way you helped me.”

Benson, surprised by the gesture, held the voluptuous girl a moment more than she intended. Her curves didn’t hurt, but it was the sincerity Ellie showed that caught her off-guard.

“I will,” Benson promised, “As many as I can.”

Ellie left a kiss on Benson’s cheek and a silhouette of rouge lipstick with it. And then she, and her wife, were gone. Benson watched the car circle the drive of the Janus Institute before the women began their long journey home.  A sense of renewed purpose settled over her, and she breathed the clean air of the remote country side before turning on a sharp heel and stepping inside her monument to femininity. The doll trailed her.

Stepping into the elevator once more, Benson resolved that she would have the doll eat her out. And after that, she would find new clients. And all would be right with the world.