Remote takeover
Chapter 3
“So you’re telling us that your mother left you in charge of everything?”
The man in the grey suit whose name Callum hadn’t bothered to yet said it with a clear tone of disbelief. His face took up most of the top-right square on the screen. Callum kept his expression steady and professional.
“I believe the documents were quite clear about that part? Or is there something else that you would require? I am happy to provide it.”
He spoke with confidence he didn’t entirely feel, but the remote in his pocket made the words easier. On the other squares, the rest of the board watched him. A blonde woman in the bottom-left leaned forward slightly, looking uncomfortable.
“No, Mr Drake, there weren’t any discrepancies…” she said sheepishly. “It’s just that this isn’t like Miss Margot at all, dropping off the grid without informing us first.”
Callum smiled into the camera.
“I assure you folks, Miss Drake might not be here with us right now but her teachings are with me and I shall not let you down…”
He smirked as he said the last bit. Unbeknownst to the group, Margot was not only present for this meeting but playing an active role in facilitating it. Currently her naked body was squatting on her own desk, frozen in place. The heavy monitor sat clamped firmly between her plastic thighs, the screen facing Callum while the webcam was fixed to her forehead with a strip of tape he had found in a drawer with the wire wrapped around her head. An empty, mindless smile stayed locked on her face. Her arms were locked behind her head. Callum had switched her to be his unaware “mindless pc holder” once she was done helping him take over her company. Right now she wasn’t aware of the ridiculousness of her situation and treating her like a literal object made it hotter for him this time for that reason.
Because of the pose, both of her tits were squished upward and spilling over the top edge of the monitor, the curves blocking some of the video feed. The man who had spoken earlier was partially hidden behind the left one.
“We must say, Mr Drake, the progress reports you have submitted definitely meet the standard Margot set for us so I for one definitely see potential in you…”
The voice came from the top-right square. Callum still couldn’t see the man’s full face because of his mother’s tit.
“I assure you I had my mother’s help in getting those reports done so although I appreciate your praise, I may not be fully worthy of it.”
He kept the professional tone even while the sight of her frozen, objectified body kept pulling at the edges of his attention. The group continued discussing the numbers and the transition plan. Callum nodded in the right places, gave short answers when needed and let his mind drift back to the events of the past hour.
He had been sitting in her chair with his pants open while Margobot knelt under the desk, metal mouth wrapped around his cock. The synthetic throat was tight and smooth, the rubber-like lining warm in a way that felt almost real. Every so often he would reach down, grab a fistful of her hair and pull her mouth off him with a wet sound.
“ for the executive server,” he had said the first time.
Her glowing blue eyes stared up at him. For a second something like resistance flickered behind them. Then the programming took over.
“Primary executive access is Drake-Alpha-seven-seven-nine. Secondary is Margot-override-four-one.”
The words came out flat. The moment he let go of her hair she leaned forward again and took his cock back into her mouth, resuming the steady mechanical suction without comment.
A few minutes later he pulled her off again.
“How do I lock the board out of day-to-day operational control without triggering the emergency protocols?”
Again that brief flash of the real Margot trying to stay silent seemed to show on her face. Once again the programming forced the answer out.
“Issue a temporary authority… transfer under clause four…teen-B. Use my biometric approval token, it is stored in the top left drawer under the false bottom. Once the token is accepted, set the lock duration to ninety days. The board cannot override it without a full in-person quorum.”
She swallowed around him the second he released her hair, the metal jaw working smoothly.
He did it a third time when he was getting close.
“List every department head who will push back the hardest and the fastest way to sideline them.”
The disgust was clearer on her face that time. Her eyes narrowed for half a second before the flat voice listed three names and the exact HR procedures that would put them on enforced leave pending “transition review.” Then she was back on his cock, sucking with the same obedient rhythm.
When he finally came he held her head in place and emptied into the synthetic mouth. She stayed perfectly still until he finished. He pulled out and watched a thin string of cum connect the head of his cock to her lower lip.
“Swallow it.”
“Affirmative.”
She closed her mouth and swallowed. For just a moment the corners of her expressionless face tightened, clear disgust from the woman trapped inside, before the sexbot programming smoothed it away again.
“Mr Drake? Mr Drake, are you still with us?”
The voice from the computer pulled him back. Callum blinked and focused on the screen again. His mother’s tits and thighs still framed the edges of the feed.
“Oh yeah, sorry. Bad connection. What were you saying?”
He kept the sheepish tone light.
“Nothing much, Mr Drake. We were just concluding our meeting. We are thrilled to be working with you. We assume you will have an internal meeting with the people at your branch to inform them of the change?”
“Oh yeah. I’ll call in a meeting shortly.”
He finished the last of the polite goodbyes, ended the call and closed the meeting window. The screen went dark. Callum stood up from the chair and stretched, rolling his shoulders. He walked around to the front of the desk.
From this angle he had a perfect view of his mother’s fit ass. The surface had a plasticy sheen under the office lights. He reached out and rubbed one hand over the curve. It felt firm and completely unyielding, cool under his palm. The squat pose kept her thighs locked around the monitor, the rubber pussy visible just beneath the bottom edge of the screen.
She had been a pretty good pc holder, but he needed her a little more discreet for the next few minutes while he caught the in-house staff up on the change in leadership. He took the remote out of his pocket, pointed it at her, and pressed the aware but obedient button.
“Stationary blowjob machine.”
The light enveloped her body. She jerked a few times in place. Then the new command took hold. She carefully set the monitor down on the desk, stood up and walked over to the far corner of the room. Once there, she knelt with her legs pressed together, opened her mouth wide and froze in place.
“Oooh, so this is what a real-life blowjob machine is like, huh?”
Callum walked over to the corner where his mother knelt. She looked exactly like herself, same dark chestnut hair, same full face, same heavy tits and thick thighs, only every inch of her skin carried a smooth, plastic-like sheen that caught the office lights. The surface was too perfect, too glossy, like she had been polished. She stayed perfectly still, legs pressed together, mouth open wide and waiting.
He stopped in front of her and knocked lightly on her forehead, right between the eyes.
“Hello!! Anybody home?”
He said it mockingly, knowing full well she wouldn’t answer. Her new identity kept her frozen and silent, but he could almost feel the real Margot screaming inside that plastic body, furious and helpless. The thought made him smile.
Curious, he slipped his thumb into her open mouth. The moment the digit crossed her lips the jaw closed around it. She began sucking at once, slow and thorough, tongue rolling over the pad of his thumb like it was the only job she had ever been given. The inside of her mouth was wet and warm, but the lips and cheeks still carried that same unnatural plastic sheen. Callum laughed under his breath at the sensation.
A knock sounded at the office door.
Callum’s smirk widened. He stepped away, grabbed the sheet he had pulled from the wardrobe earlier, and threw it over her. The cloth settled across her shoulders and head, hiding the naked body and the still-open mouth. It was a risky move, having her under there while people walked into the room, but the thrill of it all made his cock hard. He knew his mother would be petrified underneath the sheet, terrified of being discovered by her own employees in that state.
He settled back into the chair behind the desk and called out.
“Come in, please.”
The door opened. His mother’s secretary, Camila, stepped in first, followed by the three main department heads of the facility. They arranged themselves in an awkward line in front of the desk, none of them quite sure where to look.
“Thanks for coming in. I believe all of you got the memo?” Callum said, keeping his tone light and nonchalant.
The HR head, a middle-aged woman with a tight bun, spoke first. Her voice carried clear annoyance.
“Yes, Callum, but where is Miss Drake? Why is she not responding to any of our calls?”
Callum let his eyes flick once toward the sheet-covered figure in the corner before answering.
“I assure you Miss Drake is closer than you may realise. She’s just had a lot on her mind and needed a break. It’s not like she has left the country or anything.”
The HR woman closed her mouth. The others glanced at Camila as if expecting her to push the point.
“But… Callum…” Camila began.
Callum raised one finger and cut her off.
“That’s Mr Drake to you now, Camila.”
He injected just enough fake annoyance into the words to make it sting. Inside he felt a sharp little rush. Damn, so this is what power felt like.
Camila’s cheeks turned red. “OH! Sorry, Mr Drake. It’s just that I didn’t see Miss Drake leave her office today. Did she leave from the fire exit?”
Shit. He hadn’t ed for that detail. But the secretary had handed him the perfect excuse without meaning to.
“Oh yeah. She was in such a hurry she said she didn’t want to deal with anyone at all.”
The four of them didn’t look convinced, but there was nothing they could do about it. They simply nodded. Callum leaned forward slightly, putting on the confident smile he had practised earlier.
“I assure you, as the new caretaker of Drake Industries, we shall achieve great things together.”
The employees returned professional smiles and polite nods. One by one they filed out. Camila was the last to reach the door. Callum called after her.
“Oh, Camila, I think I shall leave early using the fire exit too. Just been an exhausting day, yes? Clear my schedule for the day.”
He feigned a tired sigh. Camila nodded once more and pulled the door shut behind her.
The moment the latch clicked, Callum let out a long breath of real relief. He stood, walked over to the corner and yanked the sheet off his mother. The plastic-skinned body was still kneeling exactly as he had left it, mouth open, eyes staring straight ahead. The glossy sheen on her skin made her look almost like a life-sized doll that happened to have his mother’s exact face and figure.
“A good performance, eh, Mom? Funny how a good employee can save you in a bad situation. That reminds me, I do need a good employee right now.”
He fished the remote out of his pocket, pointed it at her and pressed the unaware button.
“Loyal obedient servant.”
For a split second he almost saw her eyes go wide. Then the light hit. Her body jerked hard. The plastic sheen vanished. Her skin returning to normal. The professional white blouse and black pencil skirt reappeared as if they had never left. When the light faded she was human again, fully dressed, hair back in its usual neat style, but something in her posture and expression was completely different.
“Oh gosh! What am I doing down here!”
The voice was higher, brighter, almost exaggeratedly cheerful. She scrambled to her feet, brushing imaginary dust from her skirt, then straightened and smiled at him with both hands clasped behind her back.
“Is there anything I can do for you, Mr Drake?”
The sweet, eager tone made it clear the old Margot was still locked somewhere underneath but unaware of how she was being forced to play the part of the perfect, deferential servant.
Callum smiled.
“Let’s get out of here, Margot. We have some things we need to work on.”
“Yes sir!”
She followed him without hesitation to the private fire-exit door at the back of the office. They moved quickly down the stairwell, footsteps echoing off the concrete, then pushed out into the late-afternoon light of the parking lot. Margot stayed half a step behind him the entire way, the picture of an attentive employee.
They reached her car. Callum opened the enger door and dropped into the seat. Margot slid behind the wheel, started the engine and pulled out of the space with smooth, careful movements.
“To your residence, sir?” she asked, eyes on the road, voice still bright with that new reverence.
“No. Let’s visit the mall. I have something I need to purchase.”
Callum was already turning the next part of the plan over in his head.
“Yes sir, as you wish!”
Margot spoke the words with complete sincerity and kept driving.
Two hours later:
Callum sat on the living-room couch with a mug of coffee in one hand, the remote resting on the cushion beside him. The house was quiet except for the soft sounds of cleaning coming from the kitchen. Margot moved through the rooms in the black-and-white maid outfit he had bought with her credit card at the mall. The short skirt barely covered the curve of her ass. The frilly apron sat tight across her heavy tits. He had told her to change and clean, and she had obeyed without a single question, humming quietly while she worked like the whole situation was perfectly normal.
Callum watched her for a while, drinking his coffee, enjoying the sight of the woman who used to bark orders at him now dusting baseboards in a costume that left most of her thighs bare. When the mug was empty he decided he wanted a little more entertainment.
He picked up the remote, pointed it at her back, and pressed the aware-but-obedient button.
“Keep cleaning, but stay fully aware of everything.”
The light hit her. Margot’s body jerked once. The cheerful emptiness left her eyes and the real woman looked out again, trapped inside the still-obedient body. She kept scrubbing the counter, but her jaw tightened and her movements turned stiff with barely contained fury.
Callum grinned.
“There she is. Miss Drake herself. How’s it feel knowing you’re stuck in that little outfit, scrubbing my floors while you know exactly what’s happening?”
She didn’t answer. The programming wouldn’t let her stop working, but the glare she shot him over her shoulder was pure hatred.
He laughed, set the remote down and headed for the bathroom.
“Don’t stop until the place is spotless.”
He said to her as he left.
He locked the door, turned the shower on hot, and stepped under the spray. The water washed away the last of the office stress. He stayed under it longer than he needed to, thinking about how easy everything had become. By the time he shut the water off and toweled dry, the house had gone silent.
He wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped back into the hallway. The living room was empty. The kitchen was empty. Then he heard the soft beeping of phone buttons from the study.
Callum grabbed the remote and moved quietly to the doorway. Margot stood with her back to him, the short maid skirt riding up as she leaned over the desk. The landline was pressed to her ear. She was whispering urgently.
“Please, I need the police…my son has some kind of device, he’s controlling me—”
He didn’t let her finish. She spun the second she heard his bare feet on the floor. The phone dropped. Her face twisted with the real Margot’s panic and rage. She came at him fast, nails out.
Callum already had the remote in his hand. He stepped back just enough to avoid her first swing and stared at her for a second, almost impressed.
“So even as a loyal servant you can still try to fight back,” he said. “Good to know. Can’t have that.”
He pressed the aware-but-obedient button again and spoke clearly.
“Mindless poseable sexdoll.”
The light hit her mid-lunge. Her body jerked hard. The maid outfit stayed on as the transformation finished. Her skin took on the thin plastic sheen of a high quality sexdoll. Her limbs locked. She froze in an awkward half-reaching pose, eyes still open and fully aware, mouth slightly parted in an O shape. She could feel everything. She just couldn’t move.
Callum stepped closer and ran a hand down her plastic arm.
“Look at you. The great Margot Drake, reduced to a fuckable mannequin. Can’t even lift a finger. How’s that rebellion working out now?”
He pushed her upright, then bent her forward at the waist until her hands rested on the desk. The short skirt rode up on its own, showing the bare plastic curves of her ass. He spread her feet a little wider with his foot, adjusting her like a doll until the pose looked right.
“Perfect. Completely helpless. Just the way I like it.”
He dropped the towel, already hard. One hand stayed on her hip while the other guided his cock between the smooth plastic cheeks. He pushed into her in one steady thrust. The rubber-like pussy gave just enough to take him, tight and warm. Margot’s eyes stayed locked on the wall, but a single muffled sound escaped her throat.
Callum fucked her hard against the desk first, hands gripping the plastic waist, watching the way her tits swung inside the tight maid top with every thrust.
“You spent years treating me like I was nothing,” he said between thrusts. “Now you’re nothing but a warm hole that can’t even close its legs unless I move them for you.”
When he got bored of the angle he pulled out, lifted her easily and carried her to the bedroom. He dropped her onto the mattress on her back, then arranged her limbs the way he wanted, knees pulled up and spread, arms above her head, head turned to face him.
He climbed between her plastic thighs and pushed back in. The bed creaked under the steady rhythm. He kept his eyes on hers the whole time, watching the trapped awareness behind the frozen expression.
“Cry all you want in there. Nobody’s coming. You’re just a toy now.”
He came deep inside her with a low grunt, staying buried until the last pulse faded. When he pulled out, a thin trail of cum followed. He looked at the doll version of his mother spread open on the sheets and felt the satisfaction settle into his chest, he had won.
He grabbed her ankle and dragged her off the side of the bed. Her body hit the floor with a dull plastic thud and stayed exactly as it landed, one arm twisted under her, legs still spread, face turned toward the wall.
Callum picked the towel up off the floor, wiped himself off, and walked out to the living room. He dropped onto the couch, found the remote for the television and turned it on. Some late-night show rerun filled the quiet. He sat there watching without really seeing it, the other remote still in his hand.
The secretary, Camila, drifted through his thoughts. She had looked at him with just enough suspicion earlier. It wouldn’t take much. He could have some fun with her as well, after all, all he needed to do was press a button.
Behind him, on the bedroom floor, the poseable sexdoll that used to be Margot Drake lay exactly where he had left her. A single tear rolled from the corner of her open eye, tracked down the plastic sheen of her cheek, and dropped onto the carpet.