Chapter 1.) Arrival
Sherife Alina Adams walked carefully, her gun and flashlight directed in front of her. She had been on the hunt for human traffickers of the worst sort - people who kidnapped young women, and turned them into living sexdolls. A horrible procedure, Alina never understood. Why turn humans into sexdolls? If you want a perfectly submissive plaything, why not just use a robot?
Turning another corner, Alina felt a clump in her throat as she slowly and methodically explored long hallways and abandoned looking storerooms. It had been weeks of intense investigations until she finally got a tangible lead - coordinates for the criminals home base.
Even with the coordinates, it was a struggle to find the place. The coordinates pointed towards an asteroid field, and Alina had searched for hours before she had found an seemingly abandoned space station, carved into an asteroid. She had sent her information and a call for assistance to sector command, but she knew it would take forever before she could expect backup, if they would come at all. Colonies on the outer rim weren't exactly high priority. Knowing, however, that the criminals would change their location soon, Alina couldn't wait for the cavalry. She had to do this on her own.
Now, a couple of days later, she was sneaking through empty looking halls and tunnels, afraid she might be too late. The place looked empty, with dust covering the floors. Alina was almost ready to give up and leave, as she noticed a faint light in the distance.
A few minutes later, the sheriff arrived at a big industrial looking room. The lights were on, energy was humming, and it was filled with modern looking boxes and equipment. The only thing missing were the criminals. Only a few deactivated robots were standing around.
Gun still in hand and nervously looking around, Alina activated a nearby computer. Still nervous, it took her a good while to navigate the system, but after a few moments, she was reading the last few messages on the system, and her heart began to sink. They had been warned. They knew she was coming and had fled before she even arrived. They even had sensor data, recording her ship's approach.
Alina screamed in anger and kicked a nearby box, sending it flying through the air. She had missed them by only a few hours, maybe even minutes. Her mind was racing, as she tried to figure out who could have warned those bastards.
After a short outburst, Alina took a moment to catch her breath. Forcing herself to calm down, she began to assess the situation. Equipment. They had left behind most of their equipment. There had to be useful information somewhere. Contacts, Clients, Ship IDs, hell, maybe even clues to the perpetrators themselves.
Chapter 2.) A few hours later...
Alina had screened most of the computers. She had found that most of the equipment wasn't for the transformation process, but training. Almost all of the stuff was automated too. It would only take one or two people overseeing everything, while the rest would run on autopilot. Hell, most of it could run completely without human oversight.
Alina never thought the dolls would need training after the transformation, but it made sense. Despite the transformation, they were humans, not robots. They would try to resist and it would take a while to make them not only look but also behave like sexcraving bimbo sexdolls.
Of course, the criminals also changed their victims bodies to improve the process, and make the results more permanent.
The dolls bodies got reprogrammed to produce the hormones of a sex crazed nympho, their agreeability was heightened, and there was a computer chip inserted into their brain that rewarded them with pleasure for acting like a submissive sexdoll while punishing them with painful electric shocks when doing anything else. At the end the victims would only be able to think about sex and pleasure and after a couple weeks of conditioning you'd get yourself a perfectly mindless fuckdoll.
Alina had seen the results often enough. It made her feel sick. The only good thing was, this information would be helpful for the doctors who treated the victims Alina and others had found and liberated.
Alina still was annoyed, because she had not found any clues about the sick bastards behind the operation. Not a single name or address. She probably would need a specialist to take a closer look, but for now this was a dead end.
Looking around again, the Sheriff began to investigate the machines. Equipment like this wasn't something you could buy off the shelf. Maybe she could find out something about where it was manufactured.
