There was a point in her life, in the before times, when Bethany had just started with the cybernetic implants, where Bethany would never have signed off all the documents and willingly surrendered all of herself. 

But that was a long time ago, and it all happened because of an accident. 

At first she had gotten the implants so she could work better, be stronger. She was the bouncer of some brothel in the lower side of the city. All the implants gave her a competitive advantage. And it was all fun beating the shit out of people that got too rough with the dolls.

She always thought herself as a top and a dom too. She considered herself bisexual, but only because she liked to take some cocky men and strong-arm them into submission. 

On the other hand, there was something about taking a girl and being tender with her, caressing her with her augmented fingers, and as she touched their clits, have them panting on her arms as she gave them an earth shattering orgasm.

But then she went to that bar one night, she was on the mood to break a pretty boy, to grab him and dominate him, bend him to her will.  It was the last of the month and she kept getting some notifications about how she had a problem with her bank account. The cyberware sent her an alert that she needed to make her payment or “loose temporary motor function of the non-indispensable implants.” She was already a bit drunk so she decided to ignore it.

Most of her body was already augmented. 

And that pretty boy by the bar looked quite fine in the leather jacket and jeans. He was lean, but had some muscle in him, she could tell, she always could tell. He was hitting on some other girl first, but Bethany got in the way and bought him a drink, then another, and she leaned closer, discreetly showing him her tits, whispering, “this is what you could have that night.”

She brought him to her bedroom in the dead of night, ragebaiting him, teasing him, biting him, getting him all railed up until he started to get a little angry and a little rough. 

Bethany liked that. 

Especially the moment after when they tried to pin her down on the bed and she simply overpowered them, shift her weight so she was on top and-

Her hands stopped working. Her arms too. Her legs didn’t move either. 

She felt her heart pounding faster as fear spread through her body. 

Bethany tried to speak, to say something, but nothing came out. 

The guy started ripping off her clothes, pinning her in bed, she couldn’t do anything but feel and take him in his most primal state. He groaned and growled, slapped her face, her ass, her tits. It all stung, but it didn’t quite hurt. Still fear rose as she realized she was vulnerable, as she was helpless.

For some reason, now that she couldn’t move, couldn’t talk, and could barely see in the dark, all she could do was feel. Feel his thrusts, feel his anger and arousal, feel his hands groping her. The heat of the places he stroke, the warmth of his cock and her cunt.

She gasped as she realized, she was not Bethany the bouncer anymore. She was a doll.

Not like the dolls she used to care for, she was just a toy, an object used for his desire, to take care of his heat.

Of her heat.

He thrust and fucked her, harder, faster, biting, scratching, slapping.

She felt him cum inside her, she was completely limp and he didn’t care. He stopped for a moment or two, catching his breath. It was over. Bethany was glad it was over.

But also, disappointed.

All of that, the pleasure, the pain, the… helplessness. It got her so close, yet… She couldn’t think about it, he didn’t let her.

The guy grabbed her, positioned her on her back, raising her ass and spreading her cheeks, “I bet this hole is even better,” he said, and slid his finger inside her asshole, “Fuck, it is,” he said laughing, “I’m gonna use this one one, you don’t mind do you?”

Bethany groaned, but she didn’t move.

“I’m taking that as a yes.” He said.

And in a single thrust, he took her anal virginity.

It was invasive, it hurt a little bit, but also… it was hot. 

Every nerve of her body was more sensitive, every part of her wasn’t hers anymore. It was a toy for him to use. 

And she silently came. Over, and over again. Grunting and moaning softly from how rough he was, from how he simply used her like the doll she had become.

Eventually he got tired and fell asleep on top of her, hugging her, groping her tits.

Bethany eventually passed out as well, feeling his warmth inside her, and his breath on her back. 

In the morning, she woke up as he was leaving. 

“That was hot,” he said as he was getting dressed up, “I loved the part where you put up a fight at first and then simply gave up.” He said laughing, “I’m sending you a text another day, I can even bring a friend if you like, he said winking.” 

Bethany blushed. 

“Think about it.” He said and he was gone. 

Hours later her cyberware was rebooted and she got movement back. 

She took a shower and let all the cum leak from her body. As she walked out of the shower, she paid for her cyberware with another card and got a notification message thanking her for the payment. 

Tired, she looked at her reflection on the mirror. She saw the bruises already forming and the way she was already getting aroused from looking at them and the memories. 

That’s when she decided to cancel the next payment and get new cyberware. 

Now Bethany has signed off all the waivers and gotten new implants. They all look like porcelain, all the joints are visible, there are blue print designs all over her arms and legs.

She even got new updates for her pussy and ass, increasing her sensitivity.

The guy she met at the bar moved in as the new bouncer, and she moved in to the brothel.

She’s a true doll now. 

A pleasure doll that her new clients can play with however they want.