The Inner Fullness Heist
This is a fantasy portraying a sinister organization, the women who fall into its clutches, the torments they undergo, and the beautiful things they become. It greatly expands on the world of
Luxury Goods
, and features the slavers Carla, Joey, and Jan; their unsuspecting targets; and some of the trainers, handlers, researchers, and managers who will turn those targets into the most sought after playthings in the world.
Luxury Goods was mostly a serial kidnapping story, with drugs, breath play, and NC sex. This story depicts an afternoon-long raid on an isolated luxury Massage Studio, and everyone who steps through the door. The kidnappers' plan: to restrain their unhappy cargo and return them to headquarters for inspection, processing, training, and modification by a colorful cast of characters.
The stakes are higher in this story too; there will be desperate escape attempts, high-stakes field tests of experimental drugs, unexpected (and armed) threats, and a little corporate intrigue on top of it all.
You don't have to read Luxury Goods first, but it'll give you a good taste of the world in a quick read. This intro is optional as well. Read on if you want some juicy background on the organization, and a tantalizing glimpse of what's to come. If you're strict on "no spoilers," skip the Mission Preview section at least, and if you're super strict, skip Talent Acquisition as well.
As always, this is just a fantasy. Don't try any of this at home. Have fun, and play safe.
- IT
The Many Faces of the FC&DO, LLC
The broad, squat, grey fenced-in complex looked utterly unremarkable from the outside — just another nameless fulfillment center, albeit an unusually secure and well-guarded one.
It didn't even have a name — not really. In the state where they were located registered them as the
Fabrication, Crafting & Display Organization, LLC
, a light industry outfit specializing in manufacturing bespoke products from difficult to source materials, which was more or less the truth, but missing some key details about what those "products" and "materials" were. The national chapter (something like a loose mafia umbrella organization with a thin, corporate veneer) referred to it simply as
Region 3.
Their clients knew them under many different names, none of them permanent or fixed:
There was
Silk and Star Keepsakes
, which targeted old money, and older new money — The sorts of people who might refer to the their purchase as a concubine or a harem girl, or "my little indulgence."
It was far from the worst assignment their charges could get. Silk and Star girls were often chosen for personality and artistic skills as much as looks, and were permitted to entertain their masters and mistresses in more rooms than just the bedroom and dungeon. Many were even allowed to retain a modicum of independent thought, and received the sort of training you could undergo fully dressed in addition to the normal curriculum.
Display
was the brand for the showoffs, the control freaks, and the classic, capital "D" Dominants seeking out the purest submission. A Display girl wears her owner's mastery in her every movement. The organization often starts young, promising trainers on these projects. Nothing boosts self-confidence and polishes skills like training a Display girl to worshipful perfection.
The
Cozy Folds Bedroom Co.
was a newer name, conceived of as a younger, hipper lifestyle brand. It was meant for those who just wanted a simple plaything: gorgeous, submissive, and perpetually available
Serving the clientèle hadn't turned out to be quite so simple. Sure, the brand received their share of orders from brogrammers and entrepreneurs who didn't want anything more from their girl than sex on demand, and perhaps an occasional orgy to entertain clients or friends.
But Cozy Folds also pulled in rich nerds with sexual fantasies that bordered on the impossible, and little common sense.
One of their first orders had been for a voluptuous catgirl named Taco, meeting quite demanding specifications. In addition to a huge bust, trained waist, insatiable sexual appetite, and prosthetic ears, the buyer wanted her to communicate exclusively through purring, moaning, and rubbing various parts of her body against him (and, presumably, the occasional guest or bedpost.)
Between the training and the surgery, it took a full six months to get the little church mouse they'd acquired up to standards. Her trainer had been very proud when he finally walked her into the audition room to meet her new owner. Her sexual training had worked sublimely; just the five minute walk had her whimpering and rubbing her slick thighs together in unfulfilled need. On top of that, she could still dress, walk upright, and even be taken out in public for brief stints, although she was more in her element indoors and on all fours.
The audition room was like a hotel room and a fantasy dungeon in one. The trainer would introduce the client to his purchase, demonstrate any built-in commands, piercings, tattoos, and implants, and then leave them alone for a few hours to get to explore their purchase. At the end, the client could either request changes or further upgrades, or accept the girl as is and leave with her.
This particular client wanted to take his kitten home the moment he set eyes on her; it was all the trainer could do to convince him to inspect Taco and take a quick test drive to make sure he was happy with the product.
He'd been grinning from ear to ear when he left, so the angry call the next day caught everyone by surprise. Apparently the conversation skills of the catgirl in perpetual heat were not up to Sir's standards.
Pink's Lifestyle Supplies
was the organization's fetish brand. It catered to society lesbians, equestrians, pet play enthusiasts, doll and drone fanciers, and other kinky subcultures.
Most trainers loved PLS clients, because they'd always request challenging, yet realistic builds that were rewarding to bring to life. Trainers still talked fondly about their favorite Pink's girls, like:
Pumpkin, a glamour model-turned-cuddly puppygirl who could play in public without raising suspicion from consensual partners, and relished being at the bottom of the pack.
Cammy Crankshaft, A very flexible doll, with a washboard stomach and puffy tits, who could hold virtually any positions, cum silently on command, and take choreography well on top of it.
Suesue, A fumbling, overheated, and supremely suggestible submissive, desperate to please, and constantly making just the sorts of mistakes her owner enjoyed punishing. He still brought her back for visits now and then.
Pneumatic Staffing Solutions
was for "persona" girls — those who fit into the standard fantasy archetypes. They'd mostly sell bimbos, maids, schoolgirls, secretaries, and office girls, and similar fare. Most of the girls started in either acting or white collar fields — law students, accountants, academics, teachers, and the odd politician.
In the case of the various office girls, the persona was usually for show — Pneumatic girls from professional fields typically typically had their mental capacities adjusted to fit their new role. A Harvard-educated lawyer-turned-horny secretary with her intellect intact is just too much of a security risk in a public office. But typically, they could at least answer the phones and even manage some light clerical work, provided the reading was light and "stress relief" breaks were provided.
Talent Acquisition
The brands were really just names; outside of sales, client-management, and senior trainers, very few staff even knew them. A particular Cozy Folds girl and a Pneumatic maid might have almost the exact same training program, for example, and a washout for a Silk and Star client might still find gainful use as a Pink's girl, or vice versa.
As far as the people who acquired, handled, trained, and modified the livestock were concerned, it was simply
The Org
. And as you might imagine, they rarely discussed it outside of work.
The
pickers
— the field agents who actually procured, prepared, and transported the girls — would usually have a cover story that let them put their targets at ease and signal each other inconspicuously in public.
Today, for example,
Joey
