Niki
This is the original version.  Dmuks better revision is at http://stories.livingmannequin.com

                                 By Dosman!
                     Visit The Living Mannequin Circle
                              December 1, 1999
                           Dedicated to robo_niki



As you sit at your desk, using your computer one late night, two gentlemen
slip into your home, unnoticed.

They have been watching you for days. They knew that you left your front
door unlocked, because of your secluded location, and that you have no
alarm on your home. They know much about you; details of your dreams and
desires.

As you browse the web looking for the newest innovations in becoming an
android, they enter your office where you are working. You are so
enthralled by a new story you have found that you don't even notice them
slip into your bedroom until one of the reaches suddenly around from behind
your chair and firmly plants his hand on your mouth, effectively gagging
you. His other hand reaches around your chest and pulls you out of the
chair.

As he drags you across the room you attempt to struggle. You try to kick
and jerk yourself out of his grasp, but it is no use, there is nothing you
can do. He is too strong, and prepared for your defiance.

"Calm Down," he whispers in your ear, but you are too scared to let the
words have any affect on your terror; this is happening as if in a
nightmare. You have been petrified of being raped for so long, and now you
fear it is your time. But the man holding your arms waits calmly while you
struggle uselessly.

Then you notice your captor’s companion. A shorter male, wearing a ski mask
over his face protecting his identity. He opens a duffel bag and removes
some items. He comes over to you and, after removing your watch, places
gold bracelets on your wrists and ankles. He says nothing, but moves
quickly and knowingly about his business.

'What the hell is going on!' you think to yourself and attempt to say
through your gag. All that emerges is a muffled mumble. Even so, they don't
respond. Instead they pull your blouse out of your short skirt and unbutton
it to expose your midsection, where they place a longer gold band around
your waist. It must have been perfectly measured for to you since it fits
just right. He then pulls out a choker and places it around your neck, and
finally places a gold headband on your forehead and temples. You feel like
you are being prepared somehow, but for what?

The man with the bag of goodies then reaches down and pulls out a control
panel. It is then that you realize at last what is going on. Instinctively
you try to fight, but you know there is no chance for you. He pushes a
button on the control and immediately you feel your body slip away from
you... There is nothing you can do to stop it.

You relax as you stand straight at attention; arms at your side, head held
high. Your captor releases you, knowing you can not escape. They move
around, into your field of vision, which is limited by the fact that you
can no longer blink your eyes or shift your gaze. They begin speaking to
you in a soft tone, which you can't help but listen to.

"Niki, we have done to you what you always wanted," the man with the
control panel explained. "We have turned you into a remote controlled,
robotic object. Controlled by this unit. From now on, your own self-control
will be an illusion. You will continue to get up every morning and go to
work, you will still come home and you will still go out with friends when
they call, but you will remain under our control at all times. Everything
about your life will seem normal to anyone who sees you outside."

You remain standing stiff as a board, unable to speak because they have not
allowed you to say anything.

"However, whenever you are home, by yourself, you will be able to only do
two things. The first is that you will go online for an hour each day and
continue to view all your favorite ASFR areas. Scan for messages to
Robo_Niki; that is where we will update you on your own status. Secondly,
you will otherwise stand motionless on the pedestal we have set up in your
bedroom in a perfect display pose. You will wear what we have programmed
for you, and you will pose precisely the way we have instructed you. When
people ask what you do in your spare time, you will tell them only about
your new found hobby of online stamp collecting, and how it ‘keeps you so
busy.’"

Your captor pauses and moves around your still body, touching your hair,
chest and butt. You cannot move to stop him. "I know that you can hear
everything that I am saying, and you always will be aware of everything
around you at all times, even when you are posed. You will always know of
your predicament, but you will not be able to do anything about it, nor
tell anyone, especially..." they moved around in front of her again, and
removed their ski masks. "..us!" he finished. You are totally unprepared
for who has really been hiding behind the masks.

When the ski mask was removed, you could recognize your best friend; Emily.
It wasn't a big man after all; it was your best friend in the whole world.
‘She must have disguised her voice somehow,’ you think. The other mask is
removed to reveal your other good friend, Amy. Both of them smile at you,
but you remain unable to move at all.

"We know this is what you have always wanted," Emily continues, "We have
been watching your computer when you weren't noticing. Although we know you
will love what you are about to become, you will not be able to relay that
joy to anyone. No one will ever know how good your life has become; except
for you," she explains.

Amy picked up from there. It was the first time she had spoken all night.
"Don't worry; we won't leave you to do the same thing every night, at least
not always. We already have plans worked out with some people you might
have heard of: Macys, 'Dales, Sears. We are going to have you posed in at
least one store a week. Won’t that be fun?"

Amy walks closer to your posed form and strokes your arm fondly. "They will
know that it is you, a real person, but they won't really understand what
this is all about; they’ll think that is just a game we are all playing. No
one will ever bother you as you pose in their store windows for hours – or
days – at a time."

Amy was cut off as Emily started talking again, "And, you will be also
extremely happy when you are rented out as a ‘pleasure-bot’. You would be
surprised at how many men where interested in renting something like you
for an evening even though they will have to sign ‘non-disclosure’
agreements with us to protect your true identity."

Inside your frozen, useless body, you begin to realize everything they have
just said is true. You will never have your own life back. For the rest of
your life you will be placed on display, or getting somebody off. And then
you realize how right they are. It is what you have always wanted; but now
you’re not sure that you truly want it. The problem is that, you can never,
ever get out of this. You are now stuck as a remote controlled robot for
the rest of your life. A tear leaks from your eye and streams down your
cheek.

"Don't worry," chimes in Amy, as if she was reading your thoughts, "we
won't leave you like this forever, really. Someday, when we are old and
grey, we will release you, and you can spend our retirement telling us
about how it all felt." The thought of spending at least the next 25 years
like this doesn't really ease your concerns a great deal.

As you see them start to leave the room, you realize that you are still
standing at attention. Suddenly, you feel your body moving forward – on
it's own – in a very jerky robotic manner; following them. You step into
your bedroom where they are standing in front of a pedestal that you do not
remember being in your room before. They watch with anticipation as you
feel yourself step up on it, and assume a standard mannequin pose. You then
find you cannot move at all.

"Since it's Friday, we are going to leave you in this pose until Monday
morning," Amy says. "Then you will step down, shower, and get ready for
work just as normal. You won't be able to ever tell anyone about any of
this; your brain just won't let you speak those words. We will be waiting
here Monday night for you when you get back," she concludes, while Emily
just watches you standing like a window dummy in your motionless state.
"See you later!" they both say with a chuckle. You hear them walk out, lock
your doors, and leave in their car. It is very quiet.

It still hasn't really sunk in that you are stuck in your current pose. You
try to budge an arm, bat an eye, but find that you are firmly still, with a
fist on your hip, your other arm hanging at your side; your gaze is fixed
directly ahead of you, staring at the wall. 'Damn; I need to paint that
wall,' is the last thing you think to yourself as you stand there utterly
still, resigned to waiting out the next 50 hours until your next chance to
move will occur.

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