This is a complete work of fiction and I do not believe this should happen in reality. This is just something that got me... excited today for some reason. Would love some critique. Could write more of this if enough people like this.
Wanted
Are you tired of living life as you have been? Are you bored, anxiety ridden, depressed, and perhaps even pent-up? Are you homeless, poor, friendless, familyless, or even just a virgin? Are you 21 or older? Great! Then the Daftsian Factory may be for you!
We offer a number of services and all of them are free. All of our services offer free food, drink, lodging, medical and dental care, as well as sexual relief and kink care services. But what do we actually do? We have created a factory that automates life, learning, training, intercourse, and everything else. If you are curious, have questions, or just want to leap in, then call us (*-***-***-****) or email us at Admissions@DaftsianFactory.
Make sure to have this Flier with you!
Leanne Durand looked over the flier that was handed to her with an impassive stare. It was one that she had seen several dozen times and was always how this whole thing started out. Mainly, it was to make sure that this was not a forgery or Copy. It kept the applicants low and slow coming.
Which was good for this pair of young people, a young woman of twenty-one and a young man of twenty-four, who had happened to come in at pretty much the exact same time. They both were waiting in the lobby of what looked like an office building and were both dressed comfortably in sweats and a t-shirt.
They both had correct Fliers with them and they both, especially the young man, seemed nervous. The young woman just looked less so, more anxious than nervous.
She waved a hand at both of them, "alright, both of you. Come with me, we will be chatting in my office."
"Oh, o-okay," she said, getting up from her seat. Her loose green t-shirt did very little to flatter her figure, but she still looked like she kept herself looking healthy and fit. Her brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail that showed off her face and pretty green eyes. The sweatpants however, hid help to highlight her waistline, which was fairly petite.
"Coming," said the young man. What he wore actually helped him, compared to the woman, but did not follow the rules quite as well. He wore a pair of maroon and yellow basketball shorts with a gray tank top that highlighted his build. A build that was mildly pudgy, but still showed his muscles moving while he walked. His dark hair was buzzed down and his jawline was strong, which helped his appearance.
Both followed Leanne, a stout woman with a generous figure. She wore business attire, a white blouse with dark pencil skirt and heels, but her hair down. Her skin was naturally tanned, but her heritage was unknown. She just looked rather gorgeous to the average viewer.
Just out of the waiting room, Leanne took them into a hall and into the first room on their left, simply marked, 'Admissions Room.'
Inside, the room was rather lifeless. Just a good sized table with eight office chairs sitting on one side of the table and three on the other side, opposite the door. Leanne walked around and took a seat across from the door and gestured at the many seats remaining. "Go ahead and sit down. This will not take long."
Both of them looked at each other and then took a seat, with one seat in between them. Leanne observed them both for a long few seconds before internally sighing and readying herself to dismiss both to... forget this ever happened.
"Okay, you two," Leanne said, talking with authority. "This discussion is about to get very intimate and will likely get very uncomfortable, very quickly. If either of you have any problem answering ANY question or doing anything I tell you, you will just be dismissed. If you answer all my questions honestly and do everything required, I will be keeping you. If you wish, of course. Do you understand?"
Both still refused to look at each other but both did redden at her words. The very idea of an 'intimate discussion' made them both imagine things that may not be far from the truth. But the blush let her know their level of knowledge in the 'intimate' part of life.
"I do want an answer," Leanne told them.
The young man answered first, "I understand."
"Oh, ah, me too," the woman replied, back stiffening up.
"Relax a little," Leanne told them. "We haven't gotten to anything interesting yet."
"Sorry," she responded instantly.
"So, I know you both have some idea of what is in store for you. The Flier you got did not lie, it just did not give all the information away. First, and let's start with you... Trent," she said, the young man stiffening at the sound of his name. "You came here for a reason. I want to hear why in some amount of detail."
Trent hesitated for a moment.
A moment too long as Leanne snapped her fingers to get his attention. "Come on, we don't have all day."
"Yes, Miss," he nearly shouted, startled. "I'm here because I won't be able to afford rent this month on my studio and I can't go home. I left a few months ago to be with my ex-girlfriend. She cheated on me soon after and now they won't take me back. I said some... kinda fucked up things to them when I left. Also..."
His pause went on long enough that Leanne snapped at him again. "Come on, do not hold back."
"Also, my girlfriend cheated on me because I was nervous to fuck her. I am still a virgin and I want to get laid sooo bad," he admitted, his blush deepening.
Leanne nodded, "okay. And you, Amy?"
"I was turned on by the idea of your flier and even more when I asked questions through the emails and the answers I got. Money isn't an issue, but finding someone who'll do to me what I want and keep me there. That's my issue, and why I am here," Amy answered.
At least she wasn't as bashful as Trent. "Are there any family, friends, or anyone else that will miss you if you are gone for an extended period of time? I know you answered in the Emails, but I have to ask again."
"Not for a while, at least," Amy responded. "My Dad will eventually wonder and start asking questions but that may be a year or three, tops."
Leanne nodded at the answers. "Okay. So far so good. Next, Trent, and this is where I suspect that you will especially have issues. Are there any lifestyle kinks or roleplays that you have tried and want to continue? For your convenience, if you look down at the table, you will both see a long list of everything we have compiled up to this point that people have been interested in. Some people aren't sure it is a thing until they see it like this."
Trent and Amy both looked down at the table to see its dark surface light up and white words light up its surface. A list of things from Ageplay to Zentai appeared on the screen/ table and Trent looked over it, his eyes widening as he looked at it for a long two minutes. Luckily, he did not have to ask any questions since the screen also gave definitions.
"Uh, I guess... I'm not sure. I haven't really thought about it before, just kind of... you know," he said, getting embarrassed.
"You masturbated to whatever made you hard at the time?" Leanne asked, a small smile quirking her lips up. "I understand. Think about it for a minute. Amy, how about you?"
"Uhm... there are so many that I am curious about. But I have done a few of these briefly," she replied, taking a few seconds to decide how to answer. "I have done... Somnophilia, receiving and giving. CNC, petplay, and I tried being cuckqueaned once."
"I, uh, haven't done any of this," Trent answered, rubbing the back of his head, embarrassed.
Leanne nodded her head, "That's alright, it happens. So, do either of you two have any fetishes that you require to get off?"
"I need to be submissive," Amy said immediately. "I have tried being on top and it did not work. If you put me in a submissive place and I can be down for almost anything."
"And you?" Leanne asked Trent.
"Oh, I, I want to be taken care of," he said.
Leanne nodded again. "Okay, just so both of you know. Once both of you are logged into the system and sign the contracts to make sure no one can sue us, that is it. You will be strapped into the factory's systems and you will be stuck until the contract ends or we pull you out for a check up. Do you understand?"
"Yes," Amy answered.
"I do, but..." Trent said, quietly unsure.
"What is it?" Leanne asked. "If you have any reservations, now is the time to ask."
"How long are these contracts?" he asked.
"Well, that was what we were going to discuss next," Leanne told him. "Is there anything else or shall we just go into it?"
He nodded and gestured for her to continue.
"Alright then," she said. "Contracts come in a few versions. The main difference between them is length. The first and shortest contract is simply called the trial period and is only two weeks long. Then it increases to a year, then five years, ten years, or permanent."
"P-permanent?" both of them asked at the same time.
"It is an option," Leanne informed them. "If you chose it, the only way you'd ever leave is if the military forced their way in here to take you OR we shut down this facility. But if we have to terminate the contract due to that reason, everyone in here gets a giant settlement check of at least a million american dollars."
Both looked a little calmer at the thought of that much money but Amy perked back up first. "Do we have to choose now which contract we want or what?"
"Now would be preferred," Leanne answered. "Unfortunately, given the nature of this facility, we cannot have you leave until you know which contract you want or you choose to leave for certain. No going then coming back."
"Well, I am staying," Amy told her already. "Put me down for a year."
"Are you sure?" Leanne asked. "There will be no going back once you sign it."
