DOLL HUNTER

 

 

Book 2: Shooting Trouble

 

 

by John Rookwood

 

 

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 2020 by John Rookwood

Smashwords Edition

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Chapter 1

 

I woke up the way I had most morning for the past two months, with a warm mouth wrapped around my dick and with the smell of coffee in the air.

Opening my eyes I saw that Red was performing alarm clock duty this morning while her twin sister, Blue, was standing dutifully beside the bed holding a tray of food which was the source of the smell.

Red and Blue had once been Chloe and Cleo Schwatrz, but then I had acquired them and Mancipium Enterprises had implanted them with mind control devices and turned them into my personal sex dolls. I had started off just calling both of them 'Tanya', after the vintage porn star they both looked like, but eventually I needed to be able to differentiate between the two so I had them dye their hair different colors.

Red noted that I awake and intensified her ministrations, her lips tightening around my member as she began to slide her mouth up and down faster while her tongue wiggled back and forth to increase the stimulation. Red knew I liked my wake-up BJs to end quickly once I was conscious so I could get on to breakfast. It was one of the things the twin dolls had learned over the past eight weeks.

Red began humming to add to the stimulation and soon enough I was ready to pop. When I felt the climax starting, I said, "Down."

Responding instantly to the command, Red's head went down and the tip of my cock was buried in her throat when the jizz flowed out of me. She held her breath and swallowed, the rhythm of her gulps in time with my spurts.

God, it was great to own a doll, or in my case, two. No messy relationship nonsense, no wondering what the other person will think or accept. Just pure obedience and mind blowing sex on demand.

Once Red was done with cleaning me up, she climbed off the bed and placed a back support pillow behind me as I sat up, then her doppelganger place the breakfast tray in front of me.

The nude girls stood at rigid attention beside the bed as I used the remote to turn on the wall-mounted TV to the morning news. They looked excellent, five foot two with thirty-two 'C' breasts and lean bodies that said they worked out but didn't obsess about it. In reality, they did obsess about it because they had been programmed to maintain the appearance I desired. As such, they would have eaten before waking me per my instructions.

Breakfast was a simple affair, despite the fact that each doll had the knowledge and skill of a gourmet chef, I was a man of simple tastes. As the newscaster rattled off current events, I consumed three eggs over easy, three strips of bacon and a small bowl of oatmeal with slices of banana and a sprinkling of walnuts. The news ended and it satisfied me that my job was secure and the Department of Justice hadn't raided Mancipium. It was a worry that always hovered in the back of my mind. I had been hunting people for the corporation for over five years, and while I knew they had politicians on the payroll and the protection of several wealthy patrons, I still wondered if one day it might all come crashing down.

Not that I was worried for myself. I had several fake ID's that could pass scrutiny enough to secure bank loans or get me through a background check, and I was skilled at blending into a crowd. Black Ops training had its advantages. Before I had gotten the twins, I hadn't cared all that much about the longevity of my employers, after all I had plenty of money and my motor home. If things went sideways, I'd just fade away for a while and find a new job, but now I needed the company to maintain my dolls.

That was the problem with the implants, about two-thirds of the people who were dollified developed rejection issues that had to be monitored and medicated. The rejection symptoms could begin anywhere from two weeks to two years after the surgery, so the company performed check-ups on their product at the six-month, one year and two year marks. Until they passed the second year tests, the loss of the company would mean the loss of my toys.

I finished eating and polished off my coffee. As soon as my empty cup touched the tray, Blue leaned over and took the dishes away to the small kitchenette of my mobile apartment.

Red spoke, "Sir, your itinerary is clear today, would you like to select a destination?"

Both my dolls could drive the motorhome which was nice. It was cold outside since we were in the mid-west during January and I decided to get us some place warm. "Get dressed and head out for Miami." I instructed her.

"Miami Florida?" Red inquired.

"Yes, the one in Florida." I confirmed.

It may have seemed like a no-brainer but the 'sex-retary' skill package all dolls came with made them sticklers for details. Had I not specified there was a good chance the doll would have driven us to Miami, Iowa or Miami, West Virginia or Miami, New Mexico. There were eleven cities with that name in the US, after all.

Red nodded and turned to dress herself, pulling out a set of pink sweatpants, matching top and pink socks. The clothing wasn't sexy but it was functional, comfortable and easy to remove if I decided I wanted to fuck her.

Slipping on the pink sneakers, she stood and asked, "Does sir require anything before I begin driving?"

I shook my head. Default mode made the girl act like an emotionless automaton. I could change her attitude with a simple command, turning her into a loving girlfriend, an obedient slavegirl, a submissive sex kitten, a sultry dominatrix or any of a dozen other personalities. I'd experimented with a number of them early on, but only invoked them when I was feeling horny or needed to take one or both of the girls out in public.

Like I said, I was a simple man at heart.

A simple man who kidnapped women and handed them over to people who turned them into sex slaves, sure. But still a simple man.

Red nodded and exited the bedroom. A moment later the engine started up and the vehicle began to move.

I got up and was getting dressed when Blue entered holding a red smartphone.

"Sir," she said, "the phone made the alert sound,"

"Thanks," I told her as I took the device. "You may return to your duties."

She gave me a quick nod and exited while I unlocked the 'red phone'. The phone was the one Stoneface McIncharge had given me when he promoted me and made me a trouble shooter. I had never learned his actual name or even a fake one he used, so I still referred to him by the name I had tagged him with during our one and only meeting.

The phone required a thumbprint and a facial scan to unlock, but once it was active, I saw there was a message.

'Service required. Repossession of product due to unapproved transfer. One week. 50k. Accept: (Y/N)?'

I tapped the 'Y' key to accept the job and a few seconds later a data packet had downloaded into the phone.

Opening it, I read over the file. It seemed that a customer had resold his doll, which was a big no-no. Mancipium had strict rules for customers when it came to the dolls, you could do whatever you wanted to them but you could not resell them or loan them out for extended periods. Doing so triggered one of the hidden protocols in the programming, and at the first opportunity the doll would contact Mancipium via phone or internet and inform them using a code phrase that retrieval was required.

Some poor sap was about to lose the money he had paid to buy the doll second hand, and if he gave me any trouble, he was likely to lose more than that. I had a week to collect and deliver the 'product' as the higher ups referred to the doll. If I succeeded, I would get fifty-thousand bucks as payment, if I failed then at the end of the week the doll's emergency protocols would kick in and she would go suicidal.

Mancipium did not like loose ends.

I looked over the file. The doll was the same height as the twins, with long dark brown hair that hung down past her shoulders and bright green eyes. Her frame was slim and her breasts were small enough that I doubt she ever needed a bra. She looked younger than her listed age and had a face that said 'I'm an innocent neighbor girl'. Based on the information on the doll programming, it was obvious the original owner had a daughter fetish and enjoyed spanking his toy. Not that I cared. What I needed was the override code to make the doll follow my commands when the time came.

Once I had those and the GPS coordinates where the contact had originated, I was ready to act. The location was on the west coast, so wearing just my jeans I walked to the front of the RV and told Red, "Change of plans, turn us around and head for Los Angeles, California."

"Yes sir." she responded while hitting the turn signal to get off at the next exit ramp.

I'd changed the default form of address from 'master' shortly after I collected them. Sure it sounded nice in the right setting, but being called 'sir' was simpler and it felt right to me.

While she got us going in the right direction, it was time for me to do a little research and procure any equipment I might need for the upcoming job.