In this world, the most popular sex toy was without a doubt the Plugin-Plays, elegant androids that users could mentally possess through their virtual reality headsets. Beautiful, tireless, and very customizable, Plugin-Plays let adults engage in whatever erotic pleasures they wished through their own artificial doubles. They were quite widespread, to the point where there were more couples with a pair of Plugin-Plays than without. It was also well-known that Plugin-Plays were easy to retrofit, even those that were clearly not meant to be modified. Easily hacked and repurposed software, an overabundance of documented bugs within the code, hardware vulnerabilities, all that and more could be found in nearly every Plugin-Play on the market. Corporate regulations let manufacturers get away with guarding against only the most obvious avenues of attack, and all too often features and functions were included without appropriate amounts of testing. It was a problem the big businesses did their best to ignore, because the alternative would require harder work and stricter standards. Casey knew everything there was to know about breaking apart Plugin-Plays. She made a living buying old and damaged Plugin-Plays, refurbishing them, and then selling the end result for a tidy profit. There wasn’t any internal security she couldn’t circumvent or any hardware she couldn’t physically alter. It was an easy way to make money. Most customers were willing to pay premium prices for remodeled Plugin-Plays, especially if they wanted her to include any custom modifications. She had plenty of business. Nobody knew about Casey’s second job. It was a carefully hidden secret, in large part because it was incredibly illegal. She would take a doll and adjust their control schemas, making it so that the mind link could be initiated and sustained without the user’s permission. Alter how the toy transmitted physical sensations, change what the machine considered user privileges, and that left Casey with a Plugin-Play that could be used as an outright tool of torture. Then, when the lights were off and she was done for the day, she would load the modified Plugin-Play into her van and take it to a special mansion, an estate built deep in the woods. It was far away from prying eyes. She’d hand off the Plugin-Play to a group of very serious men, be given money, and leave. She always came home well rewarded for what was at most a few hours of extra work. But sometime she drove over without a Plugin-Play. Sometimes she’d park her car in one of their large garages and let those men escort her into the building. She would be taken down into the basement, where there were no windows and a large number of doors that could only be opened with special keycards. Oftentimes she would be locked inside a small guest room and be left to wait with nothing but a few books and bare furniture to keep her company. Then, once everything was ready, she would be escorted to a studio set, a large and well-lit room that held many men and many cameras. She would be loaded into one of her own modified Plugin-Plays, her real body would be set aside, and Casey would become Rose, the star of some of the most extreme torture porn ever to grace the internet. Nobody in Casey’s life suspected she was secretly a masochistic porn star. How could they? The mere idea was preposterous. Still, if any of her friends or family were asian ever to find out, Casey would be the first to admit japan that she was a sick fuck. She was borderline addicted to the sexual rush pain brought her. She loved it when men she barely knew tied her down and forced her to suffer through some of the worst cruelties a woman could possibly fetish experience. Casey knew this wasn’t the healthiest thing in the world, but in her mind that was life in a nutshell. One night, Casey found herself lounging on a small couch in the back corner of the room that held the studio set. She was wearing nothing but a virtual reality helmet, practically naked in all but name, and was being Hardcore entirely ignored by the two dozen men in the room with her. Some were hustling and bustling, japanese some dutifully manned the diverse collection of recording equipment. Others stood by the laptops scattered across the long line of nearby tables. The floor was scuffed and scarred concrete, the walls were rough stone, and all the lights in the room were beaming down on the Plugin-Play laid across the padded table in the center of the set. The doll was quite pretty. It had tan brown skin, long black hair, and came with a respectably large chest and ass. 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