Part 1 Part 2
I was forced to get back into Francis's car, and we continued on towards wherever Francis was taking me. With his urges taken care of Francis kept his hands to himself as he drove this time. I was left only to sit in shame as contemplate my new horrible existence.
Finally, after another 10 minutes of driving we arrived at what looked like a seedy tattoo parlor in the middle of nowhere. Francis ordered me out of the car, and we entered the parlor to see a grizzly old man sitting there. He immediately smiled widely as he recognized Francis and said, "Is this the one you want tagged?" pointing a gnarled finger at me. As Francis said yes behind me and greeted the man, I stood silently to examine the shop for some clue of what nightmare this would bring.
The shop looked like a dusty barbershop that had been converted into a tattoo and piercing parlor. I saw tattoos, and needle machines laying around haphazardly on the benches. The walls were entirely plastered in pictures depicting nude tattooed and pierced girls. I felt Francis push me forward as the man said, " Well come here, bend over and take off your shorts". My implant buzzed as I mechanically did what the man commanded me. I felt vulnerable and exposed as I bent over, and he closely examined my pussy.
In the mirror I saw the man glance up to Francis and heard him ask "You want the standard tag and jailbreak package?". Francis only nodded his head staring at my ass.
The old man quickly turned back and opened a slim drawer in the cabinet at his side. My eyes caught the glint of silver as I saw rings of various sizes arranged in the drawer, with bulbs attached to each ring. He picked up one of them and held it up to the light.
As the man worked, he explained to Francis "Glad you brought here in early -- The earlier the better to imprint on " He put a hand on ass as he continued " this one has a government model 202 Implant -- those have a safety release of 5 years. This should make the nanites permanent ". He started rummaging around in his cabinet piecing together a piercing needle before continuing "The magic of this piercing is it will override the government’s ownership clause within the nanites -- legally it'll be like she is your property".
I horrible feeling welled up in me as I listened to his words. This was one of those infamous jailbreakers for nanites I've heard about. If what he was saying was correct, he'd be able to overwrite my sentencing and identity data. Those were failsafe to ensure that nanite corruption and abuse never happened. To overwrite that data would be to lose my original form. There would be no going back. If he was able to override that data with Francis's it would read through the government scanners like I was just one of those new models of pleasure slaves.
With his needle gun fully assembled the man wheeled his chair back over to where I was bent overexposing my vulnerable pussy. The buzzing was deafening in my ear as I tried relentlessly to rebel before my fate became sealed. I closed my eyes and concentrated as the needle gun moved closer between my legs, and I felt his hand on my labia holding it for the needle. I heard him squeeze the trigger and felt a piercing pain shoot through me, as he attached the sinister jewelry to my crotch.
As the pain of the needle faded, I felt the nanites in my bones, blood, and nerves react. A trickling numb cooling sensation emanated from my crotch quickly spreading over my body as the nanites reoriented themselves. As the numbness reached my implant, I felt it go abruptly silent. I never thought I would miss the buzzing as the dark alternative reoriented my body.
For the first time in my body, I felt I had total control. I quickly sat down and reached between my legs to pull the piercing out. Picking up and pulling on the beads attached to the ring I pulled, but the piercing only tugged at my lips. I wanted to rip the ring off of me, but I felt some bit of synthetic programming inside stop me.
I realized that they were talking over me "-- only need to wear it for a couple hours before the change is complete.".
I saw the old man was holding a scanner in his hands, and he gestured at it, and said "Looks like it worked perfect, shows up here as a Model XN3 pleasure craft, no-one will notice the difference".
My mind reeled at the implication of my freedom being stripped away. When the nanite technology was first being developed, and the porn industry got involved in making AI sex-slaves. I never thought it would be possible I would be trapped as one. Especially as female one.
As I stood up on shaky legs, I felt gravity pull my piercing tugging at where it was secured in the folds of my pussy.
"Cmon up girl, spread those lips for me to inspect" -- the order rang through me. My body mechanically obeyed with no hesitation. My hand dipped back, and I stared straight forward as I felt myself spread the lips of my pussy for them.
"She's a tight one isn't she, where in the hells did you find her" I heard the old man ask Francis. I heard Francis’s slimy smile in his voice as he replied, "Ah we were old business associates."
When they finished inspecting me, I was able to stand up and straighten up for the first time. As I turned around, I caught sight of Francis standing there. As my eyes found him, I knew instinctively that he owned me. The nanites in my body, blood and bones registered that he owned me. I felt a spring of warmth light up in my crotch as my eyes roved down his body and features, drinking his form in. I hated and was revulsed by what he had done to me, but I found I couldn't concentrate as a dazzling smile lit up his face and stole my breath away.