Kollars Ch. 02

"What's wrong?" Lyla grabbed his phone. "The Kollar Bot storage room? Why is she there?"

Francis grabbed his phone back. "We need to get down there now."

***

Emma was brought to the basement and ushered into a room where several Kollar Bots stood. As instructed, she remained behind the attendant as he passed through another set of double doors. Kollar Bots stood in what looked like a giant battery charger with a pole straight up their pussy. Was that her fate? A mindless Kollar Bot standing in a battery charger she didn't even need with a pole up her ass. Thankfully, they passed by and stopped at a door.

The attendant knocked and waited. A man dressed in a mechanical jumpsuit opened and popped his head out.

"The fuck do you want." The man said.

For a hotel that prided itself on professionalism and beauty, the inner workers sure could use some work.

"Sorry to bother you Mr. Connors, but I believe there might be something wrong with this Kollar Bot. It hasn't changed back to it's form yet and a guest said it was found as an extra in the room."

The man looked at Emma. His eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes, leave it here and we'll take a look."

"Thank you, sir."

Emma walked into the small room where two more mechanics sat and watched television. Emma, still wearing her fancy blue dress and heels, felt overdressed and out of place. The room was dirty with garbage and papers everywhere, not to mention the dirt and grease they carried back from their work. She started the trip as team leader at one of the best consulting firms in the country and now she was dressed as a whore in the dirty mechanical room. She wished she never tried the collar on.

Her presence did not change their behavior. They must have seen plenty of transformed Kollar Bots through here, especially since she still had her clothes on. Mr Connors sat down on the lazy boy in the corner.

"Come here Kollar Bot. I've got a knob you can polish." He said as he pulled his cock through the flap on the front of his jumpsuit.

Emma gracefully walked over and knelt in front of him. This would be the third cock she sucked in less than 24 hours. Her mouth opened and she gently kissed the head of his cock, slowly building his arousal with her teasing tongue. She made eye contact like a good cocksucker. All the actions must have been programmed in because she had the overwhelming urge to suck the man's cock. She hated doing it, but she could not deny the gratification she felt from having a man's cock in her mouth.

Up and down her head bobbed as the mechanic relaxed. They must have had plenty of Kollar Bot head over the years. Little did they know, they were getting the real thing. The mechanic behind her slammed his beer down and stood up.

"You're sharing this one."

Emma felt her dress unzip but could do nothing to stop it. Her sole focus was sucking Mr Connor's cock.

"Kollar Bot let him enter your pussy."

Emma kept the cock in her mouth as she stood up and spread her legs. The man wasted no time and drove his cock deep into her pussy. She felt his large hands grab her hips as he pounded her. The two men spit roasted her as she concentrated on giving the best head possible. Every inch had to be sucked and treated with absolute care. The man behind her was having his way as fast and hard as he wanted. Emma felt the pain in her mind while he destroyed her pussy. Mr. Connors also lost his patience with the slow foreplay and grabbed her head, holding it tight so he could force feed her his thick sausage.

Emma's body maintained it's composure although she knew it was due to the collar's programming. An alarm sounded in the corner of the room. Mr. Connors and his co-worker sped up their process until they were ready to explode. Both men came inside their holes and left her bent over with cum leaking out of both orifices.

"We got a couple malfunctions, one on 20, and one on 32." Mr. Connor's said as he hung up the phone.

"What do you want to do with this one?"

"Throw it in the disposal bin, someone else will take care of it."

The man picked Emma up and brought her outside. She was carried to the corner of the room and tossed on a pile of Kollar bots. Some were still transformed into hookers or at least well-dressed women, but most were wearing their costume. Emma stared up at the ceiling. She felt like a piece of garbage that was tossed away after a few uses. There was no way she could regain control and get out; she was at the mercy of people around her. And right now, they thought she was a Kollar Bot. Where did they go from here? To the dump? The alternative was being repaired, which could wipe her memories, effectively making her Kollar Bot permanently. Moving from hotel room to hotel room letting complete strangers have their way with her body. She hoped someone recognized what she was, but it was a long shot. The only thought in her mind was which was a worst fate?

***

Francis walked up to the front desk.

"Hello." Francis looked at the pretty young woman's name tag. "Vera."

"Hello zir, how can I help?" Vera had an accent, but Francis couldn't place it.

"Yes, I believe one of my belongings was accidentally left on my Kollar Bot, so I'd like to go down to retrieve it."

Vera shook her head. "I'm zorry zir, we do not let guests down zere."

Francis pulled out his phone and showed her the app. "See, I know it's down there."

"You just showed me zhe app for collars. Zat collar does not belong to you."

"But it's on something that does."

"If we find anything out of zhe ordinary down there, we will let you know." Vera said. "Have a good day."

Francis saw the security eying him up intently. If he pushed it any further, he was only going to make things worse. Time for Plan B.

***

West sat on his bed playing on his phone. There was something that didn't feel right about the way Emma was acting. She would never agree to letting the twins run an important presentation. And she would never dress like a slut for that presentation. It had to be the collar. Either she did something to herself accidentally or Francis did something to her.

He always hated Francis. He knew the synchronization thing with his sister was an act, and that deep down he was a selfish prick. It was not like West to get jealous or angry, usually he took nothing Francis said seriously. But now Emma was involved. And he wasn't going to let them use his best friend like that.

"Hey, you wanna go grab some lunch." Kayla said, wearing nothing but a robe in a suggestive stance.

West switched off his phone and looked at his girlfriend. His smile invited her over. She seductively approached and dropped her robe revealing her gorgeous, sexy body. She didn't have huge tits or a big ass, but she had the girl next door look and was small in stature. A girl that could easily be dominated and manhandled in the bedroom, which made sex with her a very physical affair.

Their eyes locked. He loved Kayla and he had a wonderful weekend, but there was someone else he had eyes for too. Kayla moved in to kiss him and initiate the foreplay, but West had other plans. He flipped her around.

"Let's add a little excitement." He said holding the collar.

"What did you have a mind?" Kayla bit her lip.

"It's a surprise."

West turned around and tapped the collar. It flashed green prompting the programming.

"I want to be a frozen, mindless doll." West whispered.

The collar turned blue. West turned and handed the collar to Kayla. As soon as she put it on, she froze in place. His beautiful girlfriend was now just a sex doll. He opened her mouth and in went his cock. This was just the warm-up. With the trip coming to an end, this was his only chance to experience his other fantasy. His cock stiffened in her frozen wet mouth. He pulled it out and picked her up off the bed, carrying her over to the corner.

Placing her legs wide so she could stand on her own weight, West adjusted both fingers to make the piece sign and arranged her face, so her tongue was sticking out. He loved putting her in ridiculous poses. This time it was just for decoration.

West walked over to his tablet and loaded an image onto it. He could hear the Kollar Bot receiving the command in the closet. He sat on the bed in anticipation. Ever since he found out that the Kollar Bot could be used to transform into anyone, he was biding his time for an opportunity to use it. Most people would use it for celebrities, but not him. There was only one girl he fantasized about when he wasn't thinking about Kayla.

The closet doors opened and out walked Lyla. West couldn't believe the detail. The Bot looked like an exact replica. It was even wearing the dress she wore for the presentation. Ever since Lyla had been assigned to their team, West was smitten. He was in love with Kayla, but his infatuation for Lyla grew everyday. Her weird idiosyncrasies with her brother were hot to watch and her raspy voice sent shivers up his spine. The conservative nature of her fashion left a lot of mystery as to what lied beneath. He knew the Kollar Bot wouldn't be an exact replica underneath, but just the concept of her naked was enough for him.

West looked to Kayla stuck mindlessly in her pose. Was he really going to fuck the one person Kayla hated the most, in front of her? It technically wasn't cheating if the Bot wasn't real. West turned his attention back to Lyla, who was now standing in front of him, her clothed tits inches from his face. West grabbed the collar of her dress and ripped it all the way down revealing a shelf bra offering her rack up on a platter. His mouth latched onto her nipple like a magnet. For a Bot, the texture, feel, and smell were all to real. He pulled her forward as his face dug deeper.

After slobbering all over her impressive rack, West pushed Lyla to her knees. She needed no invitation to wrap her luscious lips around his cock. Her eyes peered up at him. If only it were the real Lyla. He wanted to hear her voice and see her raw emotions. But it was a damn good compromise since he didn't have to worry about a gag reflex. West grabbed her head and worked her face up and down his shaft, imagining, just for a moment, that it was the real Lyla taking him whole.

The whole scene was made more taboo with his girlfriend watching. If only she knew what he was doing. After a minute of fucking Lyla's face at a speed no real girl could handle, he grabbed her hair and threw her on the bed. She waited with ass in the air, begging him to come take her. Within moments he was deep inside her, pumping away as fast he could. Not having to worry about her pleasure, he loved fucking fast and hard and that's exactly how he handled her. The lack of noise from her killed some of the passion, but a quick look at his frozen girlfriend was all he needed to reignite it.

Slipping out of her, he turned her onto her back. Her facial expressions and mannerisms were close to accurate which made up for the lack of sound. But he wanted to hear the real Lyla scream as his cock plunged in and out of her. Maybe the next Kollar Bot version would have those capabilities.

West fucked Lyla in a few more positions barely holding his orgasm back each time. The one thing he didn't want to do was orgasm in the Bot. He needed that for Kayla to make it look like he was using her the whole time. Since they started using the Kollar, Kayla always made a point to check the time. West teased her about it, but she was right to be cautious.

He walked over to his frozen girlfriend, still in her ridiculous pose without a hint of movement. He picked her up and carried her over to the bed, lying her on top of Lyla so Kayla's pussy was directly over her face.

"Eat her out." West said.

Lyla's head tilted forward, and her arms wrapped around Kayla's leg as her tongue went to work. West had Kayla's face lined up above Lyla's pussy. He entered his girlfriend's mouth and thrust a few times before returning to Lyla's pussy. His girlfriend's face was inches away as he fucked Lyla. After several minutes of hard fucking, he pulled his cock out ready to blow. He barely got it into Kayla's open, waiting mouth as he released a load down her throat. The cum she didn't swallow dribbled and drooled down the sides of her mouth and onto Lyla's pussy below.

West wiped his cock off on the side of Kayla's face. The sounds of Lyla licking away at Kayla's pussy was the only noise he could hear. Before he brought Kayla back and put the Bot away, he needed to clean himself up. West headed for the shower, leaving his girlfriend with a mouth full of cum and an endless cycle of pleasure at the hands of the Bot.

***

Lyla walked up to the front desk. "Excuse me, there's a problem in the lobby washroom."

"And what iz zhe problem." Vera said.

"There's a little girl in there crying for her mother."

Vera picked up the phone, but Lyla gently grabbed her hand.

"Look, she just needs someone professional looking like yourself to talk to. I tried, but I'm just a stranger." Lyla said. "You got the name tag."

Vera put the phone down. She wasn't happy, but there was urgency to resolve the issue.

"Bring me to zhe child."

Lyla led her towards the bathroom. She felt awful using the innocence of a kid, but it was the only way to lure her away from the desk. Any other issue would have been resolved with security. Lyla held the door open and Vera walked in.

"Where iz zhe child?"

Francis popped out of his hiding place and popped the collar on Vera. Her body snapped to attention immediately.

"Nice work, sis."

Francis put his hand out for a high five, but Lyla refused. She never liked the idea of collaring Emma, and now it was her brother's solution to everything. He already did it on her once, but what if he decided to make it permanent. She'd always have to sleep with one eye open if her brother started acting weird.

Francis put his finger in front of her face. "Suck my finger, you cold bitch."

Vera's dark red lips puckered, and she sucked on his finger while staring ahead.

"Stop sucking his finger" Lyla said, "You're not fucking her."

Lyla had to put her foot down. If she gave Francis too much rope, he would use it. They ordered Vera to lead them to the Kollar Bot locker room, staying a few feet behind her in case it looked suspicious. She used her key card to open the employee elevator and let Francis and Lyla in. The three waited patiently as they descended to the basement.

"Can I at least get a blow job?"

"No, Francis."

Francis reached out to grab her chest, but Lyla swatted his hand away. The elevator dinged and Vera walked ahead. She opened the door to the Kollar Bot storage room and stepped aside. Francis took his phone out and used the App to zoom in on the room. Emma had to be somewhere there. If it was just her collar, Lyla and Francis were screwed.

He walked to the corner of the room and found the bin labeled 'Disposable Kollar Bots'. Francis grabbed the edge and lifted himself up.

***

Emma accepted her fate. The collar had such power over her, it was negating the basic instinct of survival. How could she compete against that? It was in control of her brain, not her. The only silver lining was she could still think freely. For now. The bright light she was staring at on the roof, suddenly became dark as a figure blocked it.

"There you are."

Emma had never been more relieved to see Francis, and that was saying something. He made his intentions clear, but those intentions still involved her acting normal at work. She was happy to be rescued to live and fight another day. She heard the order and got up and out of the bin, dropping down next to Lyla, Francis, and the girl from the reception.

"Sorry, Emma." Lyla said.

Emma could tell it was sincere. There was tension between the twins, and it was probably from Francis and his impulsive decisions.

"Vera, hop in the bin and take her place." Francis said.

Lyla tried to object, but Francis put his hand up.

"She was a bitch, she deserves it."

Vera pulled herself up and dropped into the bin of disposal Kollar Bots. Lyla didn't care enough to intervene. She grabbed Emma and headed towards the exit. Emma was relieved Lyla was taking lead. She didn't want a repeat of the night before.

***

West returned from his shower and still heard the Bot eating Kayla out. It had no concept of the different tempos of oral and no fatigue to make the performance worse. It was all one speed and the evidence was on Kayla's face. Joining the cum were tears streaming from her eyes, stemming from the endless orgasms she was having.

"Kollar Bot stop eating Kayla's pussy."

The Kollar Bot stopped. West picked up Kayla and saw Lyla's face was drenched with a puddle soaking the sheets around her. Kayla had always been a self-proclaimed squirter. He placed her on the other side of the bed and ordered the Kollar Bot to return to normal. He watched intently as the body began to morph back into its original form. Lyla gave West one last smile before putting the mask back on and erasing his fantasy. The Kollar Bot returned to its position in the closet.

West sat beside Kayla and touched the collar.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh, my Gooddddddddddd."

Kayla was panting as if she had a thousand orgasms at once. Which she probably did. She paid no attention to the state of her face or the taste in her mouth. She turned to West with a satisfied look.

"That was amazing. Whatever you did. I haven't orgasmed like that in... like forever." Kayla said.

She hugged West, who pulled her in tight. He glanced at the closet. He could probably say the same.

***

Emma was allowed to return to her room to begin packing for departure the next day. She had no idea what her new life would be like wearing the collar and under the twins' control. Her career would likely stay the same for the time being, but it was only a matter of time before Lockton thought the twins were more valuable than her.

She sat on the bed and stared at the bright collar in the mirror. She was programmed not to be able to take it off or tell anyone. All she could do was accept it. There was a knock at the door. It was Francis. Emma let him in.

"What do you want?" Emma said.

"You know I saved you tonight, right. Me, not Lyla."

"I wouldn't have been in that situation if I could take this damn collar off."

She was happy she could finally speak freely. At least they let her have that when she was alone with them.

"Ya, but you can't take the collar off. And right now, I want you to change into a dress with lots of cleavage." Francis smiled. "We're going on a date."

***

Emma sat uncomfortably across from Francis. She cursed her bad habit of always packing a slutty outfit. Never on her trips, even with her ex, did she wear the outfit. But she always packed it. Like it gave her permission to be a slut without looking like a slut. The shirt dipped to right below her chest and came up at angle giving everyone a show. If that weren't enough to draw attention, a diamond pendant that sparkled in the light was certainly going to attract eyes.

Francis on the other hand was dressed in a sharp suit. On the outside, he looked like a handsome man taking his girl on a date. If only people knew his true self. Emma did him no favors in looking depressed. It was starting to sour the entire dinner.

"Can you at least put some effort in?" Francis said. "I don't want to force you."

"If you had to eat dinner with you, you'd be the same way."

Francis clenched his fist. Emma could tell he was determined to have dinner without using the collar. But she wasn't going to let him have the satisfaction that he broke her. If he wanted her to do something, he'd have to make her.

"Last chance."