The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

My satisfaction about turning the tables on our captors was short lived. I was now faced with several pressing problems and a few that were not so pressing but of equal or greater importance. While Jen, Jezebel and I managed to save Brenda, a good friend and my ex-wife were victims of this conspiracy, just by virtue of being important parts of my life.

I had no idea if I could ever bring them back. While this problem was not pressing, it weighed on my heart and conscience greatly.

After consulting with Jezebel, it was determined that virtually all Love Toys were programmed in ten year cycles and at about the mid-point, it was possible for them to be decommissioned. As the biological material would start to break down after five years and completely start to degrade by ten, that was the only window where decommissioning could occur. When I asked about whether we could repeat the accidental decommission process that happened to Jezebel, she indicated that there were inherent risks which could result in the death of the host unit. I angrily accepted the fact that Bethany was going to have to be Bambi for at least another five years. I was still heartened that out of the nineteen Love Dolls that existed, only two had special programming. Out of the remaining seventeen, at least seven were within the window and could be fairly safely decommissioned. At that time, they could be dropped back into their lives if they wanted to or we could find a way of helping them.

What hurt me the most was out of the two specially programmed Love Dolls, Vivian Jones was one of them (the other being Senator McCauley). The special treatment involved a special layer of skin which treated the Biological material in such a way that it allowed virtually no decay in the raw material. For some reason, after Bethany had been converted, Drake must have switched the setting of the equipment to “permanent”. According to Jezebel, that was the setting they were going to use on Brenda. It was also still the current setting of the machine.

I knew that I had to find some way of saving Viv and decreasing the time that Bethany would be stuck as a Love Toy. I had grown particularly fond of Viv and considered her a close friend. My relationship with Bethany was quite complicated. I was angry and confused when she told me that she wanted a divorce, but with time, we became quite amicable, despite my joke to Jen about her taking me to the cleaners. When my dad died a couple of years ago, Beth made a point of flying out with me for the funeral. We reminisced about him and she held me as I cried. She knew that I needed her and she was there for me. A few months ago, she started going out with my friend Ray. A couple weeks ago, she had called me and confided me that she didn’t see her relationship with him lasting. At the time, part of me felt bad for Ray, but another part of me was happy. I guess in some ways, there would always be a place for Beth in my heart. This made me turn my attention to the man who hurt two of the most important people in my life.

When it came to his treatment of Love Toys, Drake had been completely ruthless. In many cases A Love Toys was capable of going through the process again. This created yet another ten years of sexual servitude. Those that could not be reprocessed as Love Toys became decommissioned and used as raw material. The misery Drake had caused these women and the people who loved them began to fuel my hate.

After explaining the situation to Brenda, she agreed that this kind of technology would likely become dangerous in the wrong hands. She also agreed that the government should be considered “wrong hands”. I then told her what I had in mind for Drake and Quinby, at first she seemed troubled and angry at me until I introduced her to “Bambi”. “Oh, my God! Beth? As my sister-in-law stared into the dead eyes of someone that she cared about, she started to cry. She finally relented as she saw the necessity to have some control over these two men. Brenda and Jen reminded me that even though Drake was a recluse, his disappearance would create a problem in terms of managing his empire. I knew I had to come up with an explanation or change my thinking concerning Drake. We also had to find a way to deal with all the controllers and Love Toys out in the field, Jezebel told me that counting Senator McCauley and FBI Assistant Director Phil Carson, there were twelve Love Toys and thirteen controllers in the field (as Jezebel would have been the thirteenth Love Toy).

Brenda called Dan and made her aware that we were OK, and asked Dan to make an excuse and get out of the Federal Building. A few minutes later, she told him where we were and how to get here.

Now it was time to rectify the Drake and Quinby situation. Since I knew what to do with Quinby decided that he should go first as I needed to think about what to do with Drake. The look on Quinby’s face was extreme fear as the red haired and the Asian looking Love Toy removed the remainder of his clothes. He begged and pleaded, but I steeled myself. The Love Toys then affixed a naked Quinby to the same wheel that my sister-in-law had been strapped to just twenty minutes before. At my order, the wheel began to spin and the same clear fluid began to pour over the former agent. Quinby’s cries of protest were stifled as he apparently began to lose consciousness. After about twenty five minutes, the wheel stopped spinning. “Master, the pre-treatment rinse is complete” the next step is for the host will get a construct implanted in his brain” said Jezebel.

The wheel then flattened and became a table. The table then began to move toward near wall. The table seemed to align itself to a device that appeared to be some sorted of mounted helmet. Part of the table appeared to disappear into the wall. When I had looked closely, I noticed that under the helmet, there was a slot which was the same width as the table, which was allowing the table to retract into the wall. I watched as I saw Quinby’s head disappear into the helmet and the table stopped moving. I then heard a high pitched whine which lasted for about thirty seconds.

“Master, a small needle is injecting the biological, nano-technological substance through a hole that was just drilled in the host’s cranium. This substance will form the construct in the host’s brain. Once the construct forms, it will be programmed and it will momentarily come on line when it is complete to test if its parameters are correct.”

“Jezebel, is it possible for a human to just have a construct, without becoming a Love Toy.

“Yes. The System would be able to control the actions of the host through the construct as it is connected to the System.”

“That’s good to know, Thanks Jezebel. May I please speak to Jen?”

“Yes, Master. Do you want me to continue to monitor the process?” she asked.

“Yes” I replied as I saw Jen’s body pause for a moment and then I saw the life return to her eyes.

“Miss me?” she smiled.

“How’d you guess” I smiled back.

Jen and I then took a seat at the table and held hands as we watched the process.

After about forty-five minutes, Jezebel briefly returned to tell me that the construct in Quinby’s brain was functioning correctly. Jezebel then left in favor of Jen. “That’s so cool how you do that” I smiled.

“Yeah, I can tell you love me for my construct” laughed Jen.

“We both know that’s not true, but still it doesn’t make it any less cool”

The table then began to move away from the helmet device. The restrains were released as now apparently they were no longer necessary. The table aligned and stooped moving under a see-through canopy which seemed to lower over Quinby’s body and appeared to make a seal around his body. I then saw that a hose with tiny four tiny tendrils and one larger one come out of the base of the table near his head and began to seal off his, nostrils, mouth and ear canals. After a couple of moments the newly formed chamber began to flood with a gaseous substance. After about ten minutes, the canopy opened revealing that a silver looking substance covered Quinby from head to toe. His features and form were no longer distinguishable. The table then moved under a different canopy, this one appeared to be shaped like a human woman. I also notice that the top of the table began to retract, revealing a shaped portion that appeared to be a mold under the surface of the table top. The length of the mold appeared to be a few inches shorter than Quinby’s form, but that did not appear to matter. The retracted table ledge which had formed a six inch raised ledge began to contract, pushing Quinby’s form into the mold underneath. It almost appeared that his body had become gelatinous, as the flexible silver substance easily moved and became fitted to the bottom part of the mold as it was held into place by the raised edge of the table.

The canopy then lower, as the top section of the mold began to fit with the bottom section. Like the other canopy, this one was transparent. The next thing we saw was amazing. I could tell that Jen was appalled, but neither of us could look away. A flesh colored substance began to fill the clear mold. Within minutes, large human breasts seem to form, filling that portion of the mold. In between its legs, I also noticed that Quinby’s newly flexible form had cinched tight at the waist by the mold, causing the hips to flair out from the now smaller waist. I had noticed that the male sex organs which had been covered appeared to be no longer present as the mold had formed a human vagina.and according to Jezebel, an internal mold was working on female internal organs and body parts. A liquid then poured over the body which seemed to smooth it and gave it a slightly darker olive skin tone than the light olive skin color Quinby had. The facial features began to form. A few of Quinby’s original features, noticeably his eyes were present, though his cheekbones had become a little elevated. Finally his hair began to form. It appeared to be roughly the same dark brown color as Quinby’s but far longer than his closed crop hair style.

After about twenty minutes the canopy lifted. A few minutes after, the thing that was Special Agent Allen Quinby climbed off the table with some help from the red haired love toy, as it was still a little wobbly from the process. The result was amazing. The Love Toy was a beautiful Greek looking goddess, with a perfect body like all the rest.

I was quite please when it walked up to me and said “Hello Master. I’m Aphrodite. How may I serve you?” in a husky but very feminine sounding voice”

I looked at a terrified Drake “Your next” I grinned.

About an hour Bren had called him, Dan arrived and was led down to the processing room by the Blonde Love Toy. We explained what happened and he pulled his wife into an even tighter embrace. I thought my brother would object to what we did to Quinby, and we were about to do with Drake, but his anger must have dulled his normally strong moral barometer.

An hour later, we had cleaned Drake up with a pretreatment rinse. We had not changed him physically, but he now had a construct in his head. “As he stood up, he said “Hello, My name is Harley, How I may serve you, master”it said.

“For now, go to sleep” I ordered.

I realized that we were all pretty tired. With me in control of the System and both Drake and Quinby neutralized, I figured we should get some sleep as it was past 1AM. There was some furniture including a sofa and a recliner and we discovered a suite that contained a King sized bed (most likely where Drake took his playmates). We had Bren and Jen take the bed, while I feel asleep on a recliner as my brother took the couch.

The next morning we awoke having to make some decisions. First of all we were troubled about all of the Love Toys and how to decommission them, so they could return to being women. Jezebel reminded us that up until recently, a Love Toy was programmed for ten years, however due to the nature of the genetic material and programming, the equipment would not be able to decommission them safely until after year five when the genetic material was at the right stage of decay.

Jezebel looked at all the records and determined that only one of the women who were with us could be safely decommissioned. Lourdes Rodriguez was the Love Toy who was pleasuring Drake, was eight years into her third cycle, so she would be a candidate. I sat down next to the Love Toy in question.

“Master, my name is Lola, how may I please you” she said with a wonderful Hispanic accent.

“Lola, would it be possible for me to communicate directly with the host mind?”

“I am sorry master, but that is not possible” As this Love Toy is connected to the System, direct contact with the host mind is not possible”

“Jezebel, you are connected to the system and Jen is able to still communicate with me, correct”

“Yes, master. But this construct has exceeded her programming and does not have the reinforcement of a Love Toy body” stated the construct. “This construct’s safeguards were destroyed when its connection to the System was broken and when the Love Toy body was destroyed. The Love Toy you are addressing is not able to bypass the System’s safeguards.”

This was frustrating. Still I need to make contact with the woman inside. “Lola, I am addressing my comments to the host mind. You will relay what she is thinking to me. Lourdes, I know you can hear me. Please think your responses to my questions and comments”

Yes, master” replied the Love Toy.

“Lourdes, I am here to rescue you”

“From what, Master?” it replied.

“Lola, I am speaking to the host mind. Please repeat her responses to me”

“I am, Master” said The Love Toy.

This was strange. I remembered the way Jen acted when she was saved. Lourdes seems to not have any idea that she is being held a hostage inside the Love Toy.

“Lourdes, do you know what has happened to you?”

“I am serving my master with a new, superior body” replied Lourdes.

“Would you like me to return you to your former life?”

“No, Master. This body brings me plenty of pleasure. I wish to please my master and experience sexual pleasure”

“May I please speak to Jen” I said directing my comment to my fiancée’s body.

“Did you hear what Lourdes just said” I asked.

“She has been with Lola for twenty-eight years. About fourteen times as long as I was with Jezebel. Remember how I said that I had developed the same taste in sex as Jezebel?”

“Yes”

“The longer a host mind and a construct spend together, the host mind begins to lose touch with who she was, especially if the construct makes sex incredibly pleasurable. I told you that Jezebel kept me sane. I believe that Lourdes is now insane. She has embraced Lola’s purpose as her own. To complicate things, Jezebel told me that in life, Lourdes was Drake’s maid. She also confirmed to me that Lourdes was also his mistress for a while.

This complicated things. I decided to question Harley (who of course was previously Drake). It told me that Drake had an affair with Lourdes when he was sixteen and she was twenty, while she was a maid in Drake’s father’s home. Harley stated that Drake had feelings for the woman, as she had been his first lover. It also said that Lourdes returned his feelings, but was also trying to get herself pregnant, so that Drake would marry her. Drake however had a low sperm count, though Lourdes did not know this and continued the affair. Lourdes had fallen in love with Drake, and when his father had finally discovered the affair, Drake was twenty one and at college. It was then that his father had abducted Lourdes and turned her into a Love Toy. When Drake discovered this, his heart was broken. Drake’s father then told Drake about the alien technology that he had discovered in the desert about ten years before and he asked Drake to help him. Drake accepted on one condition; that “Lola” would be his and his alone, which his father agreed to and a deal was struck. After the senior Drake as died several years ago, Drake became the Master of the system.

I then realized that despite everything, Lourdes still loved Drake and Drake most likely loved her. As I ruminated over this fact and that Lourdes would always be Lola, I remembered why I kept Drake in his current form. I needed his face to continue to run his enterprises.

Harley gave me all the necessary protocols to recall all the Love Toys and controllers (including the two in the nation’s capital). The controllers would have quite a surprise when they returned. I asked the system for each of their Love Toys to start processing them as raw material as a fail safe. If someone who had been processed had become recalled, they would be compelled by the System to come to this location to be treated and then converted to raw material.

Harley then told me something quite interesting. “The host mind attempted to access the construct 1,125 times since yesterday, Master.”

“To what end?” I asked.

“He was attempting to access this constructs subroutines in an effort to reprogram it”

“Would he be able to successfully accomplish this?”

“Unknown Master, however the likelihood is remote” replied Harley.

I then realized that I may have a way to keep Drake from trying to escape his internal captivity.

“Drake, I’m addressing these words to you. You offered to spare my life if I became a controller. I will offer you a similar deal. You will let me continue to manipulate your form through Harley and make no further attempt to circumvent the construct’s programming. In return, I will let you keep your present physical form. Additionally, I will allow you to cohabitate and continue to mate with Lola or should I call her Lourdes. I will have Lola programmed to be your perfect lover and Harley will be programmed to engage in sexual activity with Lola in regular intervals and when you ask Harley to do so, at my discretion. As we both understand, you and Lourdes will still feel the pleasure of sex. I will also allow the constructs to commune which will allow you to communicate with each other through them. If Harley or Lola report even one violation of this deal, I will either turn you into a Love Toy or convert your body to raw material, as the system has already processed you DNA and body chemistry. Do you accept my terms?”

After a brief pause Harley reported that Drake had accepted the deal grudgingly.

The next thing I had to do was risky, but I felt compelled to do so. There were two people in positions of authority who knew what was happening. I needed to bring at least one of them into the loop. I decided to contact Bill Sherman, instead of Tom Richards. While I believed Tom to be a man of integrity, he also displayed that he went by the book, as he did when he notified Sherman that we were coming in for the meeting. Bill apparently had not told anyone from the bureau where he was going when he went to the Attorney General’s office. He seemed genuinely surprised when Quinby showed up, so I sensed that I might be able to trust him as he seemed to be a man of discretion. I knew that due to current circumstances, we needed to have some official way of being able to get back into our lives and have this mess wrapped up with a neat bow. I believed that Sherman, would understand what needed to be done and might be willing to help us cook something up

I asked him to get on a secure line and then I told him what had happened. He agreed to come alone.

About an hour later he arrived. After explaining to him how we managed to escape, how and where the missing women were, and what we would do to try to help them, Sherman looked at me thoughtfully.

“I can see your concerns about this technology falling into the wrong hands. Even with our own government, as five people in the FBI and one Senator are involved in this conspiracy. I still have some misgivings about covering this up and then leaving you in charge of this without any checks and balances” said Sherman.

“Sir, I have a vested interest in trying to save these women, because my ex-wife and a dear friend have become Love Toys. People who know me will vouch for my character” I said in my own defense.

“I see your point.” said Bill as he paused and appeared to mull over his options. After about a minute he responded. “OK, what you suggest seems to be the best option right now. I will need to follow up with you periodically to check on your progress”

“That’s more than fair. Thank you for your confidence in me” I responded.

“Right now you have my silence. My confidence, you will need to earn” said Bill gravely. After another brief pause Bill said. “I think I may have a way to handle this officially. Where do you have Drake and Quinby?” asked Sherman.

“I have Drake in an office being guarded by a Love Toy” who is probably fucking him, I thought to myself. “You’re standing next to Quinby” I said acknowledging the impossibly beautiful, Greek looking woman who was smiling to his left.

“This isn’t Quinby. This is probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen” said Sherman who I sensed was holding back his lust.

“Look closely at her face”

“Oh my God! You turned him into one of those things!” exclaimed Sherman while getting red in the face.

I did not know if the look was of anger or humor. Soon I found out; as Sherman began to laugh hysterically.

Finally when he stopped laughing, he looked at me. “I’ve been trying to get that puissant little toady reassigned for the last five years. The man has single-handedly made me look bad to my superiors, and has undermined my authority at every turn. Now you’re telling me that you turned him into my dream woman” as his laughter resumed.

“Well, I wasn’t aiming to please you, but if you want her, keep her” I laughed.

“I’ve been so lonely since my divorce. Will she do anything I tell her to?” asked Bill.

“She will do anything sexually and most other things that she is capable of doing. She won’t harm me or anyone I don’t want harmed, but otherwise, she’s all yours. I do want to warn you that she’s incredibly strong, but she won’t harm you”

“What about Quinby?”

“He’s trapped inside the Love Toy, the way that Jen was. At first he’ll resent you, but after four or five years he’ll probably begin to fall in love with you.”

“Really?”

Sure. The construct will bring him more pleasure from having sex with you than he’s ever known in his entire life; no matter what kind of sex you have with the Love Toy.”

Bill began to laugh his ass off. When I asked him why, he said “Quinby is the biggest homophobe I’ve ever met. You say he will eventually be begging me to fuck him up the ass and to suck my cock?”

“Yes. That’s exactly what I’m telling you. Of course “he” will be a “she” by then” I grinned.

He turned and looked at the thing that was once Quinby and said “You’re mine.”

“My name is Aphrodite, What may I do for you, sir” husked the sexy Greek looking Love Toy.

Epilogue

As each controller appeared at the facility at “Harley’s” bidding, we had their Love Toys restrain them. We then had constructs added to their brains, they were programmed to confess to being part of a sex slave ring (without the sci-fi stuff) and all the details that Dan, Bren, Jen, Bill and myself cooked up for the more credible but phony ring. This included Quinby, as Aphrodite added a postscript to his confession/suicide note.

Out of the all the Love Toys and controllers in the field, only Chou Park who was the handler for Patti (formerly Petra Vonich, a divorced mail order bride from Serbia) did not respond to the recall. According to the System, Chou was considered a renegade controller because he and Patti’s quotas were too low and all of Patti’s victims were over seventy-five years old, with terminal conditions. It appeared that Chou must have developed a conscience. Interesting enough, Patti was no longer connected to the system. I decided on holding off doing anything about them for the time being.

We did not include Assistant Director Carson in the made up conspiracy, as we agreed that it would attract attention to the situation because of his personal relationship with Drake. Instead, we had him resign as Assistant Director of the FBI out of embarrassment for assigning the mastermind of a sex slavery ring to run an investigation into the very ring he was running. Additionally, since Senator McCauley was a “permanent Love Toy” and her ex-husband had been remarried, we had Kate (or Kiki as her Love Toy name) resign from the Senate and marry Phil Carson. To prove I was merciful, I decided to let them fuck twice a month.

Apparently Bill Sherman was quite happy with Aphrodite “Kotsopolis” (which is the name on the Greek birth certificate that “Harley” as Drake got forged for “her”). “Tee” as Bill liked to call her, was not only proving to be a wonderfully uninhibited and eager partner in bed, but also became the perfect girl on his arm in the nation’s capital. Of course Bill was tapped by the bureau to be the new Assistant Director after he cracked the sex slave ring. He planned to marry Tee soon for reasons of propriety, but confessed to me that he had fallen in love with her anyway. As she had a wonderful cover personality (which Quinby was forced to augment from his “feminine side”), and was programmed to please him, he knew that “she” would be the perfect wife for him.

As far as the Attorney General, Bill convinced him that he had the video of me and Jen in the drugstore analyzed and he determined that it was a fake, perpetrated to throw him off track by Quinby. He also explained how Quinby had told Jen in private while she was at the Federal Building, to lie about the abduction and her life as a Love Toy, or he would kill her daughter. After seeing some corroboration from the local police that FBI agents had access to their facilities and from speaking to an apologetic Jen, Tom agreed to stop pursuing the matter.

We also reprogrammed the constructs of the six women we could decommission and did so while keeping their constructs intact. Four of these women seemed to return to normal (albeit with a much higher sex drive and less inhibited). While they were all grateful for saving them, they were almost as happy for also keeping their constructs, which they all have gotten very fond of.

Out of the three women, only one of their husbands had divorced them. The other three eagerly returned to their families. When I followed up with them, they all reported that aside from their return, their husbands were incredibly please that there bodies looked the same as when they were abducted and that their sex drives and taste had become quite uninhibited. The one who had been divorced, Sharon Milton (formerly Sheri the Love Toy) was heartbroken, but understood how after seven years her husband needed to move on with his life. She was still a lovely woman and knew she could find someone else. We decided to have her stay at Drake’s house as his personal guest until she could land on her feet. She is now dating a doctor quite seriously.

We also learned that any woman in was in her second cycle or greater like Lourdes, was really beyond saving. Their life purpose became the same as their constructs and could not survive without that purpose. Sadly two of the women that we decommissioned were were in their second cycles and were insane. They wished to stay with us and continue to have sex, so we also had them stay at Drake’s place and live together as lovers. We hoped that they would eventually recover some of their faculties over the course of time.

Next came the really heartbreaking part of the story for me: Beth and Viv. While Vivian Jones was practically the same height as Venus and had a similar bust size, Viv was 28 when she was abducted. Now she looked at least five years younger. Venus also had a thinner waist and a flatter stomach (although her ass was fairly similar). I reasoned that we could eventually drop her back into part of her life, albeit as a Love Toy and after a couple of months we were able to do so.

When our boss Carla, had learned that Viv was kidnapped and injured, Carla was able to get HR to give Viv paid medical leave. When Vivian Jones returned to work, we attributed the change of appearance by the facial injuries she incurred during her ordeal and the weight loss was attributed to lack of appetite, due to her ordeal. Of course she required reconstructive and plastic surgery to repair the facial damage (or so we said). The physically improved version of Viv was accepted back with open arms. Over the course of her leave, I had trained Venus in all aspects of the job and between Venus’ training, programming and Viv’s presence; she continued to excel in her position. While the new Viv looked amazing, I found it hard to look into her dull eyes that once were so full of life. While we are still looking for a way to decommission her, I’m resigned to the fact that she may be a Love Toy for the rest of her days. Still I make a point of calling her Vivian (even when we are in private) which is the name Venus has been programmed to accept in addition to her own.

Bethany at least would eventually have a normal life, but because of the drastic change in her height and general appearance, she still had to be considered missing. Like Vivian, she’s moved in with us and we’ve told everyone that she was Jen’s niece, “Bailey Simmons” from back east (with fake ID provided by my wealthy pet, “Harlan” Drake). Of course Bailey’s nickname was “Bambi”.

The one major thing that has complicated Jen and my life is what happened to Beth and Viv. Not only were these wonderful women turned into sex dolls, their desires were aimed at me and Jen. We are required to have sex with these women at regular intervals so they can comply with their primary functions. As their intrinsic programming was activated by Drake in order to seduce Jen and me, they could not be reprogrammed, as having sex had become their basic function. We did offer to have their constructs reprogrammed to respond to anyone they wanted, but through their constructs, they both told us that we were the only people that they trusted to have that kind of power over them. Beth even intimated that she still had feelings for me, so she did not think it fair to Jen, unless Jen was included too.

Vivian used similar logic, though she added that she loved me as a dear friend and that regardless of her sexual preference, her body would convince her to enjoy it. As she was going to be in this body for some time (if not the rest of her life), she should start enjoying it now. The irony of the whole thing was that Jen had less of a problem about having sex with them than I did. She admitted that Jezebel’s presence and previous influence made her bisexual. And besides, she was helping two people whom she cared about, she reasoned. Ultimately I began to enjoy my carnal activities with these women that I loved, because face it, they were hot.

Dan, Brenda and Danny were doing fine. Bren was incredibly resilient and seemed to return to her old loveable self. For a while, Dan had a hard time coming to terms with almost losing the love of his life. Needless to say he has become even more attentive to Bren. Also, since that fateful day he has never failed to utter the words “I love you” at least once a day to his amazing wife.

Jennifer’s ex-husband Adam was involved, but not how I originally thought. Apparently he had taken the same survey I did from a Love Toy (named Suzi, though her real name was Susan Yammatto. She was the Asian looking Love Toy at the facility). The System processed Adam’s DNA and body chemistry so Adam was under the threat of death. For six months after his encounter, he had provided Drake, several thousand dollars a week. Soon their family resources were tapped. Jen had believed that Adam was spending their money frivolously, which explained all their fights between them.

Finally desperate to get out from under, Adam agreed to help Drake’s organization capture Jen. He was even allowed to fuck Jezebel once after the conversion. Adam then divorced Jen quite publicly and slandered her as a run-away-wife. He used a note written by Jezebel in Jen’s hand as evidence. After that, Drake kept his promise not to charge Adam any more fees; until Jen had become accidentally decommissioned. Then, to make sure that Jen was disposed of, the controller agreed to take care of Jen for a huge one time fee (which was one side of the conversation I overheard in the drug store) Adam told the controller that he had to think about it and then when Jen showed up at his door with me, he decided to take care of it himself. This failed because we were able to escape.

While we could not do anything to Adam from a legal standpoint (as it would admit the Love Toys’ existence), we were able to bluff him into providing joint custody of Samantha to Jen; with Adam limited to two days a week. When I pushed to Jen to go for full custody, she refused because she believed that it would not be in Samantha’s best interest to remove the only parent that she remembered from her life (and rightfully so). I marveled at how unselfish Jen was, which only made me love her more.

Jennifer Porter and I were married a year ago today. Our life together has been quite complicated but equally rewarding. After determining Vivian could handle my job as Venus several months ago, I quit. Howard Drake’s vast resources have allowed me to pay the mortgage and put food on the table while working on finding a way to decommission Venus safely. We have had several scientists working on an enzyme that we hoped would break down the artificial biological material, while preserving the contained person. While the work had not been entirely fruitless, the answer still seemed to be a long way from fruition. We still looked forward to the day that the remaining seven viable women could become themselves again. In about six months the first of that group could be safely decommissioned.

Now as I’m about to stop dictating into this voice recorder, I am looking over at my wonderful wife. We were with Bethany and Vivian last night, so tonight it would just be the two of us, as it should be on our first anniversary. As I allow my robe to fall to the ground, I can see Jen looking at me with her eyes full of love and wearing a crooked smile.