You can imagine the sort of sexist pigs that are attracted to working in sexdoll factories, and my boss was among the worst. Every day he’d slap my ass or try to cop a feel of my chest. Women were just disposable objects to him.

One day I snapped and shoved him onto the conveyor belt. Watching the machine take him apart was the most satisfying moment of my life.

“Please help me.” His voice is a faint whisper of escaping air as I deflate and package him for transport and sale. The plastic package encases and silences him. I give his tits a smug parting squeeze.

I glance away and, by the time I look back, I’ve lost track of which one is him. Not that it matters. He’ll be fucked and discarded like all the rest.