It was late Friday night and Mark was just reviewing the notes from his last client’s estate planning meeting when his computer alerted him of a new call, than seeing the identifier, one he hadn’t seen in almost ten years Mark quickly pressed the accept key. It was Tina calling.
“Mark, I know your firm has been handling my family’s legal affairs for the last eighty years but I need your assurance that in the event that I should die that the usual client lawyer confidentiality rules will still be honored.”
Mark suddenly realized the seriousness of their conversation and while concerned about why Tina thought it was necessary to confirm client confidentiality he responded, “Yes, of course Tina.”
Mark watched as Tina relaxed noticeably, “I’m about to tell you a tale you may not fully believe. It all started quite a few years ago, when a close personal friend told me about a resort where the normal bounds of human behavior simply didn’t apply, a place called the Perilous Resort, a place where your darkest nightmares can become reality. Or, at least my case, they have.”
“Back when I was younger, I’d always fantasized about becoming someone’s sex toy, a living breathing sex doll. And, for 50 million EU, the people at the Perilous Resort gave life to my fantasy. Of course, they neglected to mention all the side effects until later.”
Mark watched memorized as Tina continued, “As you know, in the final years of the twentieth century Doctor Totenkopf's lifelike sex dolls revolutionized the sex toy business. Overnight, prostitution virtually ceased. Why would anyone risk getting a sexually transmitted disease when for less than the cost of a night with a call girl you could own your own lifelike sex doll, one who would gladly do anything and everything you could possibly desire?”
Mark watched at Tina paused to slowly shake her head in sadness, “Mark, what no one realized was that the sex dolls Totenkopf's created were once living breathing women. He didn’t create the dolls instead his process converted actual women into sex dolls!”
Tina watched transfixed as the thick glass cylinder completed its downward journey with a dull soft thud followed by the faint hydraulic hiss as the bio containment seals engaged.
Standing sealed within the conversion chamber Tina watched helplessly as the technician made several minor adjustments to the controls before leaning his head toward the microphone, “Tina, I need you to confirm that you fully understand that the Perilous Thoughts conversion process that you are about to undertake of your own free will be irreversible, that when it’s complete you will remain a doll for as long as you live.”
Staring through the thick glass wall of the cylinder at the waiting technician Tina responded, “I fully understand the doll process is irreversible.” Then pauses briefly she smiled as she continued, “Let’s do this.”
Tina watched as the technician turned back to control panel, then suddenly she felt the warm green fluid flowing into the cylinder around her toes.
Tina felt an unpleasant tingling sensation against her skin as the cylinder quickly began to fill with the thick green fluid. Seeing her sudden look of concern, the technician leaned back to the microphone, “As you’re already discovering, that the initial phase of the conversion process is mildly unpleasant, what follows much more so.”
Trying not to panic Tina glanced down at the quickly rising green fluid in shock, already immersed to her waist that unpleasant tingling was quickly becoming an increasingly painful burning sensation across every part of her body exposed to the fluid filling the conversion chamber.
Carefully checking the instrument reading one final time before retiring for the evening, the technician briefly glanced back at Tina’s body floating within the fluid filled cylinder. Although, it was hard to notice any physical changes through the thick murky fluid, according to his instruments Tina’s conversion process was well underway. In the morning he’d return to monitor the final stages.
After a moment of silence Tina slowly raised her head and with a faint smile on her face continued, “The management at Perilous Resorts funded most of Doctor Totenkopf's early research and while Doctor Totenkopf's earlier process was adequate for converting women into low functioning sex dolls, the research staff at Perilous Resorts intended a significantly different use for the Doctor’s conversion process, a process that required over ten years of careful research to perfect.”
Pausing to take a sip of her wine, “Mark, the Perilous Resort process is based upon a highly advanced version of the nanobot technology first pioneered by Doctor Totenkopf and Mark the Perilous conversion process doesn’t really turn the woman into a sex doll.” Mark watched the sudden mischievous smirk on Tina’s face as she casually said, “Unless of course she decides she wants to be one...”
The technician watched the final diagnostic tests confirming Tina’s successful conversion, the green fluid flowed back down the vents in the chamber’s floor followed by the faint hydraulic hiss of the bio containment seals disengaging as the chamber’s glass cylinder slowly started to rise.
Waiting until the base of the chamber’s glass cylinder cleared the top of Tina’s head the technician said, “Tina core processors commence boot sequence.”
A few moments passed as Tina’s new core processors completed their initial self-test. Slowly Tina’s eyes opened as a frown slowly formed on her lovely face, “You were right, that was truly an unpleasant experience. I take it that since I’m still alive the conversion process was successful.”
Smiling at Gina’s dark sense of humor the technician replied, “Yes, your conversion was one hundred percent successful, now if you’d follow me we’ll see if the instructors are ready to start your orientation...”
Tina could see the look of confusion on Mark's face, “Tina, I still don’t understand any of this. You spent 50 million to undergo a dangerous medical procedure, just so you could become a mindless sex toy, why?”
Smiling at the look of total confusion on Mark’s face Tina replied, “Mark, you still don’t understand, Doctor Totenkopf's original process turned living women into sex dolls, but the Perilous conversion process allows a woman to transform into any persona she desires and to change as often as she likes.” Pausing momentarily she added, “Oh, and all my systems are fully self-repairing, so short of suffering some unlikely traumatic damage like being vaporized or incinerated, the conversion process makes me effectively immortal.”
Looking at Tina’s youthful image on his com screen with sudden understanding, Mark carefully asked, “Tina, when exactly did you undergo this conversion process?”
The image of Tina on his screen almost looked offended as she replied, “Mark, it’s never nice to ask a lady such a direct question concerning her age but just this once I’ll indulge your curiosity. As I recall I stepped into that conversion chamber on June 11.” Then pausing for a melodramatic moment Tina casually added, “Back in twenty thirteen, the year 2013.”
Mark sat back in his chair as the sudden reality of what Tina was saying sank in. She underwent this conversion process in 2013, “Tina, exactly how old where you when you underwent this process?”
“Well, if you must know, I was 27.” Tina almost laughed as she watched the look of complete shock on Mark’s face, “That’s right Mark this March I celebrated my three hundred and fortieth birthday.”
Not quite believing what he’d been hearing Mark said, “Immortality, so you’re actually saying that you can’t die?”
Already expecting his question Tina smiled knowingly as she replied, “No Mark, the process makes me effectively immortal but trust me when I say I can still die, but it’s just that I don’t stay dead.”
Seeing the confusion on Mark’s face, “Say someone stabbed me in the heart with a knife, just like a mortal I would die. It’s just that my built in self-repairing systems aren’t magical, they take time to affect repairs, so if I was stabbed in the heart I would be dead for anywhere from ten to twenty minutes depending on the amount of damage the knife caused.”
“Of course, the more serious the trauma the longer the repairs will take. Say someone decided to cut me in half with a buzz saw, damage of that magnitude would take several hours to repair.”
Tina could see the unmistakable look shock in Mark’s eyes, “Are you saying that you’ve actually been cut in half by a buzz saw?”
“Actually Mark, more than once, it’s actually one of the more popular fantasies, and in my experience one of the messiest fantasies, available at the Perilous Resort.” Tina could see the look of confusion on Mark’s face as she continued, “Mark did you really think the people running Perilous Resorts went to all that trouble and expense developing their conversion process merely to make a bunch of spoiled rich girls immortal? They developed the conversion process out of necessity, making a women like me immortal was just a perk.”
Pausing briefly to take another sip of her wine, Tina continued, “The Perilous Resort opened in the late twentieth century on a remote island in the Indian Ocean, their business plan was diabolically simple, a resort where all you fantasies could be realized, especially the darkest more sadistic ones. The marketing pitch was direct and to the point. Bring your wife, bring your girlfriend or select someone you like from our large staff of beautiful and utterly willing women and live out your wildest fantasies. It didn’t matter if you wanted a month long orgy or to spend one night in one of the resort’s intimate and well equipped dungeon playrooms. And, thanks to a designer drug developed by one of the Perilous Resorts founders, all of the resort’s female staff and even the most prudish wife or girlfriend would quickly become a submissive masochistic pain slut willing to enthusiastically do anything and everything asked of her.”
“This approach worked just fine for guests who decided to spend a night torturing his wife or girlfriend on the rack and accidently dislocate both her hips, the staff would administer a drug to erase the unfortunate woman’s memories of her stay at the resort and the medical costs and explanations were the guest’s problem. And, if she died instead, they’d handle the cremation and issue a falsified death certificate for a modest additional fee.”
“The real problem came as the resort’s popularity grew, to many of the guests were choosing to pay the extra cost of using one of the resort’s submissive masochistic pain sluts to live out their fantasies, this caused the resort’s medical costs to go through the roof and a growing number of the resort’s female staff were failing to survive their two year contracts. It was then, literally on the verge of having to close the doors, that they learned of Doctor Totenkopf's sex doll conversion process, and as they say the rest is history.”
Mark still couldn’t accept what he was hearing, “Tina, are you telling me one of the wealthiest woman in known space willingly decided to become a submissive masochistic pain slut in exchange for immortality?”
Tina had to fight not to laugh as she replied, “No Mark, one of the wealthiest woman in known space, and a woman who also sits on you legal firms board of directors, didn’t decided to become a submissive masochistic pain slut in exchange for immortality. I bought and paid for my immortality, as to the rest, I was already an utterly willing and submissive masochistic pain slut long before I underwent the conversion process.”
Mark could sense the delight in Tina’s voice as she continued, “So Mark, I can’t have the government discovering that I’ve been alive and having a good time for the last 340 years.” Smiling she continued, “You know those government bureaucrats, they're always asking the most embarrassing questions.”
“So here’s the deal, my interstellar yacht will shortly be reported as failing to arrive at its destination and you will, after a somber and appropriate period of mourning, file my death certificate and let the estate’s staff go with a generous severance payment.”
Mark watched in shocked surprise as Tina’s clothing slowly started to fade away as the skin of her body changed into polished red latex right before his eyes.
“Then, in perhaps a year or two at most, one of my distant cousins will show up to claim my considerable inheritance. I think you will immediately recognize her. And I promise that sex with her, or any thing else you’d like to do with or more importantly to her, will be incredible and far more satisfying than sex with that brain dead sex doll you keep hidden from your girlfriend.”
Watching as lust replaced the look of shock in Mark’s eyes, Tina smiled, “I promise, like your father, your grandfather and your great-grandfather, I will truly rock your world, trust me...”