It was 8:00 pm and Anna was in her kitchen. She had made herself a hearty meal of pasta and was now scrubbing its remains off her plate. She had the rest of the evening already planned out. After this was gonna be her nightly 1 hour study session. She needed to be on top of her work if she wanted to pass law school, which her Thai parents were very eager to see. But when she's done, she's gonna reward her brain by lying in bed and watching her favorite shows until she fell asleep. A notification popped up on her phone. Anna had wanted to break her bad habit of checking her phone when she was busy with other stuff but those damn software engineers had built in too strong of a dopamine loop. Anna pulled the phone from her pocket and tapped the descriptionless notification.

Instantly, an intricate spiral filled her screen, washing away all awareness in Anna's head. She just kept staring and staring, oblivious to the time gone by as she slipped deeper into trance or the unlocking of the door and the footsteps in the room. Pretty soon, there were hands caressing Anna's body and feeling up her fat tits.

The client had emailed Anna's "pimp" Sarah Newell, sending her money and arranging the meetup. Now he was here with the sexy mindless minx herself, her body standing stock still by the kitchen sink in a grey t-shirt and tight little jean shorts, still holding the phone that was still blasting spiral after spiral into her blank accepting eyes. He took a picture of this mouth watering scene. Anna's eyes didn't even blink at the flash from his phone. That's how deep she was. Then, he started groping her tits. Anna stared past him into the spiral. The client moved down to her cunt, which he rubbed in sync with the spiral bands that were washing away Anna's consciousness. He then took the phone from her hand, but Anna kept staring at the point beyond her still outstreched arm where her phone had been. The client grinded on her entranced body. At last, he could not resist it anymore and pulled Anna's jean shorts down to her ankles, pinned her mindless arms behind her back, and bent her over the kitchen counter.

Of course, Anna's waking mind was not aware of any of this, but her waking mind was just a façade for her deep self, which reveled in being tranced and fucked any time, all the time. Inside the recesses of Anna's emptied mind boomed Sarah's voice. "Sleep, sleep, sleep..." Anna's head fell back as the client fucked her unresisting cunt faster and faster. Anna had stopped being a person a long time ago. She was a fuckdoll now, that just so happened to do a pretty good impression of the person she used to be. Deep down she knew this fact. She knew that Sarah had systematically taken apart her mind and reorgianized it into something more serviceable to the fuckdoll body that she used to hide. Anna smiled. She loved being a fuckdoll. It was so easy to be a fuckdoll. It was so easy to let the strange man hold her body tight he pounded her blissed out cunt right there in her kitchen. It was so easy to just relax and accept Sarah's programming with the spiral intermittently washing away any trace of the old Anna that still might be left. Her programming was so easy and fun to follow along that she started speaking her mantras out loud as the client used her body. "I'm a fuckdoll", Anna proudly purred "My body is for free use, my cunt is for free use. I am open to my programming. To let Master Sarah and her clients pose and fuck me as their object." The client could not hold back after hearing the mindless sex doll of a girl repeating its mantras. He came hard into Anna's shuddering body and kissed her lips to thank that body for all the sexual pleasure it provided. He heaved Anna onto the couch and took one last picture for memories of the mindless Anna splayed out naked, with his cum dripping out of her cunt. Every time Anna gets tranced, she becomes blanker and blanker. Sooner or later, the façade of her waking mind is going to come crashing down. Will she wake up again as usual, get dressed, and continue living her life, forgetting everything and rationalizing any discontinuities? Or will this be the time her pliant little mind finally breaks for good, leaving her lying here as a blank doll with no person inhabiting? Either way, Sarah's gonna come around soon enough and keep programming her.