MANIKI

I AM A LIMBLESS, HEADLESS MANNEQUIN.

But I was not always this way.

I can remember that I was once quite a beautiful woman. Dark skin, shapely figure; I was lucky to be born with good genes, but I also took good care of myself.

I was also fortunate to receive a good education, and I worked hard to do well. I had a good head for business, and worked my way from an office assistant up through the ranks, learning more and more as I succeeded.

At length, I started my own business. This was during a period that scientists were discovering more and more about body shaping, and the market among very rich women (and even men) was lucrative. I hired the best scientists I could find, and we developed techniques far beyond anyone else.  Our patents are on the books; they are ours alone. You have seen the results on some of the most beautiful people in the world!  Of course, you always thought they came by that beauty naturally.

I became a very, very rich woman, able to have anything I could possibly want. But I was also finding myself more and more stressed out; it seemed that every step I made forward created two more possibilities to do more and more. There was no stopping it; I was in an endless circle.

And then I met Mistress.

I was on a plane, in first class of course, sitting next to a profoundly beautiful woman.  She could have been one of our clients, but there ARE very subtle indications of our work (that only an expert could detect) and I saw none of these on her.

It was a long flight, and it made no sense to sit there silently, so I complimented her on her beauty.  I gave her my card, and she immediately recognized the company name, and my own.

"It is a real pleasure to meet you, Ms. Verano. I've followed your career for quite a long time."  I smiled, quite surprised that she knew me that well. "In fact, to be quite honest, it is not a coincidence that we are seated next to each other on this flight."

At that, I was really startled!  She looked me straight in the eyes; the look was so intense that my gaze was riveted to her deep, almost black eyes.

I felt her hand slowly rest on mine on the armrest, and very gently close around it...

And then I felt a tiny little prick on my hand, like a very small needle... and then numbness... and then sleep...

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The next thing I knew, I was strapped to a chair in a very luxurious office, which was somehow familiar to me.  The woman was sitting behind a large desk in front of me. I did not know how I knew, but her name was Mistress. Nothing else, just "Mistress."

"Good afternoon Maniki," she said as she smiled and came around the desk toward me. Now I could see what she was wearing--a very intense bodysuit, made entirely of deep black leather.

I looked up at her and smiled. The fact that I was bound tightly to the chair was not bothering me at all.

"It is a very advanced drug that I gave you on the plane, Maniki," she said. "The tiniest little dose, and you went instantly into a deep trance. Although perfectly normal in every way to anyone interacting with you, you were totally and completely under my control and direction. You have received more doses over the past several hours, so that you still are totally obedient to me, and will continue to be."

I nodded and smiled, feeling completely content. I guess she must have seen that, because she bent down and removed the straps holding me to the chair.

"Maniki, you told me some very interesting things on our flight together.  About how tired you are of being run constantly ragged; of every day being a challenge that only brings a bigger challenge, no matter how successful you have become."

I nodded, knowing that she was exactly right in everything she was saying.

"I have the answer for you, dear Maniki."  I looked up hopefully, into those deep black eyes again. "I am going to enable you to give up all of that pain and responsibility; all those troubles; everything that comes with the control you have over the company and the people who work here."

I nodded again, feeling a happiness I had not felt in years!  How would this woman, this Mistress, give me such an amazing gift?

Mistress reached over to her desk and picked up a package of paper, and held it before my eyes. "Yesterday you signed ownership of the company over to me, Maniki. You and I told a completely convincing story about meetings we have been having secretly over the past several months, and how you have absolute confidence in my abilities to take this company forward.  We told them about your almost-complete nervous breakdown; about how important it is for you to take yourself out of this executive office and care for yourself. You have more than enough money for the rest of your life, and the company will continue to pay you a generous salary."

She held up a second piece of paper. "Actually, they will pay that to ME.  Because, as this certificate shows, we were also married a few days ago. Everything that was yours is now ours, and everything that is ours will be controlled by me. Isn't that wonderful?"

I looked at the marriage certificate, and it was the most precious thing I had ever seen. She had put a piece of tape over her name, so that I would continue to know her only as Mistress. I looked at my left hand, and there was indeed a gold band on my ring finger. I only wished I had been conscious to experience the joy of the wedding!

"So, what happens now, dear Mistress? I exist to love you, care for you, and serve you, but I have no idea what to do next."

"We have some very special new bodyshaping procedures here, Maniki. The ones you have kept very secret because they are so extreme you have been afraid to even test them. But we now have the perfect subject for them; my beautiful wife."

She pressed a button, and a very handsome man came in and stood behind me.

"Steven, take Ms. Verano to Laboratory 4. The one in the sub-basement. I will follow shortly."

Without a word, the man helped me to my feet, and we walked out of the office together and down the hall to an elevator. I felt both confused and deliriously happy! A life without responsibilities and worries lay before me like a golden sun; I could hardly wait for it to begin.

It was a long ride down the elevator. I had realized that the office was the one I used to occupy, on the very top floor of the building. When the doors opened, we were in a sterile, fluorescent-lit hallway. Steven led me to a door with a "4" on it, brought me inside and sat me on a long table. There was equipment everywhere, and bottles filled with liquids. Once again, I was strangely aware that I had been here before, but the memories were fuzzy, almost like clouds.

"Thank you Steven. You may leave us alone now." I had not even noticed that Mistress had come in. She had removed her leather suit, and was now dressed fully in shining rubber, with thigh-high boots. She towered over me, and looked down.

"Lie down, Maniki." I did as I was told. "You will sleep now. And when you awaken, you will begin an entire new, relaxed and carefree life."

"Thank you Mistress," I think I heard myself saying, as everything went slowly black...

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I awoke and looked around. I was vertical, but felt very different than I remembered ever feeilng before. My body was off balance; weight seemed to be distributed totally different than what I knew in the past.

And then I looked straight ahead, and saw what must have been a photograph of some grotesque but strangely beautiful being. She (or it) was made entirely of shining black rubber. She had a faceless black head, huge breasts, and a very tightly corsetted waist. Her legs were long and slender, and the ended in shining black ballet boots. I could not believe what I as seeing, especially when I moved my head--and the rubber thing also moved hers!

I took a step forward, and grabbed the nearest table as I felt like I would fall. But something told me I would be able to walk on my toes in these extreme boots; I let go of the table and took a few more steps.

"Hurrah!" It was Mistress, who had entered the room behind me. "Well done, Drone 1."

Drone 1? I looked at her, feeling like I had a quizzical look on my face, although of course I had no face at all.

"You are the first test of this fantastic new bodyshaping technology, Drone 1," exclaimed Mistress. "And you are beyond expectations. Now COME HERE."

My mind responded instantly to the command; I was unable to even think of anything else. I walked carefully but confidently toward her. "STOP" she said, and I did.

"This is the beginning of your new life, Drone 1. You are very beautiful; perfect in every way. You are absolutely obedient to me; the drug that is still administered to you daily will keep you that way. You are the Prototype of this new kind of body transformation, and you will be shown to VERY select clients, the kind of clients that can bring us transformation subjects that they can use any way they wish. They will pay dearly for our services, but seeing you will make it a very easy sell."

"BOW to me, Drone 1," and I took a very deep bow, my huge breasts nearly pulling me over until I threw a leg forward to brace myself. Mistress laughed as she saw my predicament.

"Rise again, Drone. And take the next hour learning how to bow properly without losing your balance." I responded "Yes Mistress, and immediately began the practice, continuing it for a full hour as she ordered.

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Days and weeks past and I was accustomed and content in my new life. I served meals, carried things all over the building, washed and cleaned everything in sight. I also learned how to give sensual and sexual pleasure to Mistress using different parts of my body; she reserved this activity for herself. (She was, after all, legally my wife.)

And then one day, something was different. I awoke from my sleep period with a slight feeling of misgiving; that something was wrong. I looked to the side of my bed, and I saw a lab technician out cold on the floor, holding a syringe. Something had happened--a sudden heart attack perhaps--and I had NOT received my injection during the night! My brain was clearing; I was realizing my situation and what had been done to me.

I stayed calm as I felt my faculties gradually returning. I suddenly wanted to escape, to try to get my old life back or, at least, be able to warn others of what was happening here. But there was nothing to be done here, two floors below ground in the secure laboratory. Anything I did would have to wait until I was at ground level and near an exit.

So I stood silently, as I know I did every morning, waiting for the first command from Mistress or one of her staff. It was only a few minutes before someone came to get me, and order me to clean the main lobby as there was a potential client coming to the building.

I followed the staff person out. They paid very little attention to me anymore, knowing I could only do exactly as ordered. We went to the main floor, I walked to the supply closet and took out what I needed, and began to clean the floors as I always did.

But I was watchful, seeing people come and go through the lobby. I worked my way towards a side hallway, where there was a large sink that I used to empty dirty water and wash the mops and cleaning cloths. At the end of that hall I knew was an emergency exit, and that would be where I would make my escape.

It was time. I left the cleaning cart in the hallway, blocking it (and partially blocking anyone's view of me). And then I walked as fast as I could--running was not an option in the ballet boots--for the door!

I made it to the door, pressed the bar, and an alarm sounded. I took 2 steps out and then..."ARRGHHH!!"  A bolt of electricity shot through my body, bringing me instantly to my knees. And then blackness...

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I woke up some unknown time later. I was vertical, but felt VERY strange. I could not feel my arms or legs, and everything was black. I was VERY afraid.

"You silly, stupid drone!" It was Mistress' voice, and she was VERY angry. "Everything was going perfectly. You had a fine, happy life here with us, and I was so pleased with you! But you tried to run, and we see that we MUST make a new obedience drug that is much longer lasting.

"It is too late for you, though. We have had to change your body again, to one that is absolutely NEVER going to try to escape again."

"I am going to press a button now, Drone 1. It will turn on a single camera located in your chest, so you can see yourself in the mirror."

The blackness was suddenly gone, and I was staring at...What is that?? I saw what looked like a dress form, shining and a dark steel gray, without arms, legs or head.  The breasts were HUGE, even larger than mine were before.   The whole thing was held up by a single steel shaft, and there were wheels at the bottom so it could be rolled around. I saw a thin chain running from what would be the crotch area (if the thing had legs) into Mistress' hand.  She pulled it, and the thing--that is I--rolled toward her.

"THIS is the new you, Drone 1!  Or should I say Mannequin 1! THIS is now your life, completely helpless and immobile, only able to move where someone pulls you. You have a single camera for an eye, a single microphone for an ear, and you are unable to communicate thru anything except three lights, green, red and yellow. THINK those colors now and you will see them light up."

I tried doing that, and small lights lit on my chest, one by one.

"Welcome once again, to another new life. And by the way, since you are now really only a consciousness with no moving parts, there is no reason why you will not live this life for at least 100 years, perhaps longer. As long as someone remembers to recharge you, you will be this way FOREVER."

She held up a small device, obviously a remote control for me. And she put her finger on a button labeled POWER, and she pres......

The End