KAW-7 (non-entry): To be Made Useful...
By Hush….an alias


Kay could not even remember the last time that she had seen the light of day. Having been locked away in this dark place for so long, it made her question who she was, where she had come from, and if not for the stenciled marks upon her front of "KAY-1045-CDS" she would even have doubted her own name.

At one time free, Kay had known nothing of the corporations that now ruled the lands like oppressive governments. Each buying up their little sections of America to then proclaim that everything within those lands was theirs. "Be a part of the corporation, of use, or get out" was their edict. So the people moved, the animals fled as the land was decimated, and anyone or anything that remained found themselves annexed by the company. Kay’s quiet peaceful life having stayed soon turned to chaos, and in short order taken by the company, they had processed her through the system as though nothing more than some resource to be exploited. In short order they set to work to make her "useful" as they called it now considering her their property, enslaved.

Kay could only faintly remember all that she had suffered in the earliest days as they tried to drive the savage parts of her out, and refine those aspects of her that fit their protocols. Perhaps it was simply trying to civilize her into something they deemed of value, or perhaps it was just meant to be cruel, to beat her down and forge her into who they wanted. Whatever their intent had been it left Kay cold, heavy of heart, yet stronger. She doubted that was their intent, yet never the less it was the result.

Time and again Kay was sold from corporation to corporation now a slave. An inconsequential thing in their minds she speculated, only having value if they could make use of her or even just sell her off for more than they had invested. Some locked her away leaving her to do nothing more then languish waiting, while others would work to strip more of herself from her very being. Finally Kay found herself sold to another corporation so far away that she knew she’d never find her way back home though it was just a faint memory now. Naked and filthy they stenciled her name and number like some prisoner upon her chest, and then they set to work to finish what others had started.

They, those people here that wore the filthy blue jumpsuits, had upon her arrival immediately commenced hacking away at her, scouring away her rough scaly skin and grime to get her ready for their final conditioning. Their supposed reason in this cruel place, "to make her into something useful" having numerous times referred to her as nothing more than "dead weight, only good as an anchor" and so on.

In the end it only made her harder. Her once soft curves now chiseled and unyielding. No character left to her, simply as blank and cold as the concrete she sat upon. All of their torments to her body and mind like the fires of perdition they had put her through had turned her will of iron into that of steel. Clearly having recognized the error in what they had done she supposed, they had locked her away in this pitch black room for perhaps days, weeks, months, at this point having no idea. All she knew now was that unless they found some use for her, like so many slaves she would end up on some scrap heap discarded, so she just waited and hoped. Hoped they’d find a way to make use of her or she’d wither away in this place. A long-suffering demise by corrosion, forgotten.

Finally the day came when the heavy door was opened and two men in their corporate blue jumpsuits walked in expecting that Kay didn’t even have the ability to walk where they had decided to take her. Laying her on a cart of sorts, out they went through the grimy facility. Instantly Kay’s senses were assaulted by both light and noise as workers and other slaves alike scurried about making themselves useful to the corporation, and just then one of the men finally spoke as he flipped through some pages on a clipboard.

"Lets see, hmm, here it is, KAY-1045-CDS. This one is supposed to go to Bay-12. It looks like, hmm, okay, Mitsui uh, oh yeah Seiki, will do the final processing."

Kay didn’t even care at this point as she was jolted each passing of the cart’s wheels over seams in the floor jarring her. Lying there motionless, she didn’t even tremble fearing what they might do to her any longer. As they rolled her into Bay-12 and Kay saw her new tormentors there waiting, instantly Kay realized that this would be her last chance for the corporation to turn her into who they wanted. Either that or they would give up on her, and she would then end up like so many others that had failed to rise to their standards.

Which one was Mitsui and who was Seiki she didn’t know yet it didn’t really matter. It was clear they worked as a team. One of them, a small slender man in his grimy jumpsuit, was clearly the malicious brains of the pair, yet it was the other one that concerned her. He was massive standing rigid and upright, imposing. Clearly once having been a slave himself, Kay assumed the corporation had made him into the monster they sought. Now some brute who through physical force and will would torment and shape Kay as the other directed.

The two men that had brought her didn’t even hesitate, discuss or even laugh at Kay in sadistic anticipation as they lifted her up onto a cold steel table and firmly fixed her to it. She could see the slender man press some button on a control panel keeping his distance from her, no doubt to not have to hear any final pleading from Kay, and just then the entire bay seemed to come to life.

Pumps suddenly whining as relays and switches snapped open and close, and just as she looked to the beast who would execute the actual torture, Kay heard servos begin to whistle and spin as she was slowly moved directly toward him. It was then she saw it knowing all too well what was coming having experienced this many times before. His massive phallic protuberance was already erect and aimed right for her. It was then that she knew how they would finally try and break her. To make her into something willing, compliant and useful, and they would do so in the most obscene and brutish of ways.

Kay at that point refused to look, simply waiting for the vulgar and brutal violation. With a hum and whistle she felt the table slowly turn then tip no doubt lining her up with the hellish cock before her, yet just as she expected the savage thrust and plunge into her core, something surprising happened.

The lightest of touches like a kiss from a Hummingbird. She knew that couldn’t be right yet there it was again, and again. After each delicate kiss the table would shift and move, tip or spin and then it would happen again. So many times in fact, that Kay lost count yet more importantly, it made her mind reel.

She had expected brutality and prepared herself for it. Be it a savage unrelenting lunge that would force its way into her depths, a fierce mauling of her skin or to be driven into each and every hole that was in her intent on opening them wider she was ready for. Kay was even ready for the other cruel tortures meant to tear at her body and thus her mind, yet those gentle kisses surprised her. They caught her off guard confusing her, and just as she was ready to wrap her mind around what was happening, so another would keep her off kilter.

It was then without warning the gentle kisses abruptly stopped, and after only the briefest of pauses this monster wrapped himself around her and closed her off from the world. Instantly every inch of her body was flooded with a warm oily lubricant from every direction as she caught a glimpse of his massive tool extending toward her. This Kay could understand as terrible as it was. Once more however this goon for the corporation surprised her once again, and Kay knew they had discovered how to finally break her will.

He did not thrust into this hole or that as she had expected. Instead he gently, with so light of a touch that it was barely noticeable began tracing over every inch of her skin with just its tip as the lubricant eased its passing even more. None of her was missed, and perhaps even more disorienting was that he never moved simply remaining still. Instead the table that she rest upon bound to it would shift this way then that, spin her around and then tip her forward and back.

If they had cut and tore at her skin Kay might have been able to brave their demands by firming her resistance through pain and hate. What he did however wiped away the last of her defiance. With each teasing pass over her Kay felt as though the last rough natural bits of her beginnings were smoothed away, and in no time Kay felt compliant, obedient and shiny in the light of the corporation only wanting more.

Kay felt wonderful so light and free. Cleansed of all she once was, made pure and beautiful as all the excesses of freedom were now gone. Though she didn’t know how it would eventually be or what she would do, she knew that somehow she now had purpose and most of all that she would be useful.

With all of her fight gone she silently pled for the massive servant of the corporation to please just take her one time. She wanted to feel him plunge into each of her holes and by doing so make her as wonderful inside as he had made her feel on the outside. Unlike those before him though, he knew that refusal and cruelty however would not produce the willing slave that the corporation wanted. With that knowing what Kay needed he would oblige her, though not with the savagery that Kay had come to know and expect.

Gently he traced around each hole of hers just ever so slightly pressing in as though preparing them for what was to come. He then pulled his tool back, paused and changed something, and as he advanced into her first orifice Kay gave herself over fully to him. There was no harsh drive into her, just a gentle smooth thrust to full depth. It was then he surprised her once again. Instead of forcing her wider ravaging her depths he instead seemed to trace over them as he gently surged in and out.

Time and again with each and every opening that Kay had, she felt that he made them each beautiful and perfect. Perhaps it was the lubricant easing the passage yet then again probably not as the others had used the same. No, his touch was different, confident, and meant to make her immaculate, not to simply serve his ends. The second Kay knew she was through, satisfied and could not be made to feel any better, in an instant like a compassionate lover he stopped and pulled away. The flood cascading over her slowed, and eventually he opened up from around her as though presenting Kay to the world.

There was nothing to be said between them. Kay’s feeling anew preventing her from making a sound, and as he stood there as rigid and stoic as before, his large tool now dripping, Kay just barely caught a glimpse of his lean helper grinning as he called out to bring in the next one.

Two different men laid her on a cart and began slowly rolling Kay away. Her final stop was to receive a tattoo of sorts via a laser. After a brief sting and a wisp of smoke, one of the men confirmed what had been marked upon her.

Kennemetal Alloy plant-Y
Mat'l.: 1045 Cold Drawn Steel
Part No.: 3794
S/N: Y63552

With that the man flicked at her with his finger and Kay felt so wonderful that she only sang out like a bell. With that he only said "beautiful, perfect." Exactly how Kay felt and she just knew that she was now an obedient commodity to the corporation. Serving them and whomever they sold her to, being useful.


By Hush….an alias


Kay as Iron Ore:


Kay’s Home:


Kay as a 1045 Steel Ingot:


Kay as 1045 Cold Drawn Steel Block:


Kay as a final C.N.C. Machined Part:



Mitsui Seiki 5-Axis C.N.C. Machine with part probe touch-off:
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Pallet Changer:

 

BTW, before it is asked (and more so before anyone becomes confused as to the intent of the challenge), I decided to have a bit of fun with this non-entry and really mix things up by using correct descriptions, adjectives and adverbs for what the items were, along with those personifications. In the piece above wherein personification was the goal, (and know I had to do a bit of searching to find this word, so it might not be correct), I decided once describing the object with a name (Kay) making her at times seem human, to describe her as we typically might with our characters using "chremamorphism(s)," which is supposedly the opposite of personification.

So lets just say Kay was human in this...Phrases that relate to metal like "will of iron turned to steel" "forge, scrap heap, corrosion, hardened" and so on are how I/we often try and apply strength, lack of emotion, weakness and so on to a character. So I thought it would be interesting to personify steel and a machine, yet once done use chremamorphisms to accurately describe the objects hoping that by doing so it would cause the reader to infer that they were human even more.

In my own writings about my time as a slave, describing myself in evolving terms as though an object (which is how I felt, and also detached when writing it just to be able to write about it) was the best way I could come up with to "sum up" how I was feeling. As an example:

In any case that is what I was playing with above. A bit of back and forth not to confuse the reader, yet to give clues though leaving it to their imagination. I'd not consider it a die-hard personification, just a little bit of walking the fence for a bit of fun.

Hush....an alias

 

Fantastic! This one made me feel for the thing that was personified. I was thinking some kind of precious stone, but other details in the story made me think otherwise. Didn't guess exactly what kind of substance it was until the picture reveal at the end. Great writing!

 

Hush,
I have always loved your writing. In this one I was preparing to be drawn in to the dystopian picture which you are so adept at painting.

Like many of your previous writings, I was prepared to be disturbed, compelled and yes, perversly turned on.

Then to read this, taking a piece of pig iron and giving it life and the hint of human sexuality. Truly beautiful and I am left to wonder how many facets there are in the jewel we know as @Hush.

Damn I hate to leave.

 

Competition "half-way/2-weeks left" bump.

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Although thoroughly elaborate, I had no cue as to what the object was. Thanks for the pictures to enlighten this poor old man.

 

Thanks again @Norton X @Hypocrites @Jeymar & @fantasysflirt , the question I would ask all of you though is, as much as it reads like breaking down a slave, does it also read like processing Iron Ore to a steel part? I'm hoping that I'm understanding personification right, as in though you might apply human terms to something, implying human in the end it still reads accurately for what it is.

Hush....an alias

 

I agree with what @Jeymar said. Other than that, I don't feel like there's really anything to say here; well written, and darn good descriptions.

 

Amazingly good story

 

Bump for Reading Phase grouping.

Hush....an alias

 

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