" Then she sighed and closed the door, and waited for the next trick-or-treater. She loved this night. You never knew who would be the next visit...r. Someone in a Catwoman suit came strolling down the sidewalk towards her house accompanied by a woman just old enough to be an older sister, perhaps. She thought about what candy to give to her. Jim walked over to the next house with his daughter, unaware of changes going on in his body. His hair grew out fast, loosening the wig which. "MOM!" he yelped, grabbing a throw pillow and trying to cover up. Then he just gave up and burst into tears."It's okay, baby," I soothed him, wrapping my arms around him ina protective embrace. "It's okay. I heard the whole thing. I'mnot mad at you. But that teasing bitch has really pissed me off."As I soothed him, he sobbed out the story of how she had come onto him. He had been thrilled to receive the attention of theobject of his daydreams, and when it got sexual, he could. With their technology, they could create a fully-grown human body within weeks. They were brainless, of course, needing an injection of pre-programmed nanites to control and direct their movements. But once they were finished, they were all but indistinguishable from real human beings. Anyone with enough money could buy a sex doll that would obey their every command and perfectly meet their every need.If Eve Industries had been the only company making these dolls, they would have undoubtedly. “What surprise, Aunt Ann?”“You’ll just have to wait until the weekend, little one,” grinned Ann. “It will be exciting.” Faith was not so sure. True to the ritual, however, Faith body tensed as she uttered low guttural sounds as her aunt brought her to orgasm over and over again.The rest of the week was pretty normal, if the life of a slavegirl can be considered normal. There was sex, pony training, sex, pampering, sex, serving, sex and more sex. Finally, the weekend arrived.Faith was once again.