The Resort and Spa (Nonpoint and Deliliah)

[deliliah]

Katherine had been busy recently... in fact to say that would be a bit of an understatement. Three months filming a movie to start with, up at 3am for three hours of makeup, roughly twenty minutes for breakfast and then shooting began no later than 7am, which means being in place about a half hour early.... and then small breaks here and there for twelve to fifteen hours... Then the day they finished filming, and it was a relief... but within two days she already had a massive schedule of interviews, meetings with agents and lawyers. Promotional duties, and of course she insisted on making a few appearances at places like colleges. She did a lot of speeches to encourage women to reach out for themselves, be independent and of course not let society hold them back. To stop slut-shaming others, in fact to never use that word... And of course never fall for the trap of being a guy's arm candy, when of course they could achieve their own hopes and dreams. It was funny how being a bit of a celebrity made these seem so more reachable to normal people. She was happy with herself but exhausted.

Then her agent called after the tenth-ish university appearance on her 'tour' about spending a week or two at a resort. At first Katherine didn't think it was necessary, but her agent pointed out that she had been working for exhaustive hours, and if she didn't find a way to unwind would start becoming counter-productive to her own goals. She relented, he was right, she couldn't remember the last time she even had a full night of sleep. And apparently the resort was reluctant to take to many people, only those who were on the A-list.. She smiled, she hadn't realized she was 'A-list' in terms of being a celebrity.

Friday afternoon she arrived around 5pm. She had an itinerary t keep, she would leave in ten days at 9am to catch a flight to Los Angeles. She walked up to the receptionist and gave her name and told her she had an appointment...

 

[nonpoint]

Katharine McPhee's star was on the rise. Considering she was one of the few who were receiving an invitation to Eros, a private vacation resort that was gaining notoriety as one of the most luxurious and relaxing vacation spots on the planet, this was affirmation that all her hard work was paying off. Katharine had finally made it after all this. The best part was she had plenty of time to rest and relax before going back to work on her hit show Scorpion on CBS, leaving her to truly appreciate the timing of this vacation.

When she arrived to Eros, it was clear that they put a premium on rest and relaxation. The airport was private and obviously low traffic. The boats that came in were not often arriving, leaving only a small amount of people back and forth. It was important to keep the population of the island low, if only because it was a big deal to maintain the sanctity of privacy and of the elite nature of the island. When she arrived, she was being treated like the celebrity she was, given everything from a private plane to the island to a driver that took her straight to the resort hotel. And when she got there, there was a friendly receptionist already waiting for her. "Your reservation is all in order, Ms. McPhee, we look forward to having you as our guest here on Eros!" she told her with a smile. It was, as to be expected, cordial and as corporate as it could get. And just like that, she was off and running.

She could see other familiar faces here, and that's how she could easily tell she had arrived. She truly was being considered one of the elite, and as she had someone take her luggage without hesitation or question, it was safe to say she was well on her way to getting the rest and relaxation she was needing. Little did she realize this resort had a secret, and it was one she was about to find out intimately very, very soon.

 

[deliliah]

She was handed a little packet and a key card by the receptionist and given a warm welcome. As she walked down the hallway she noted a few people she had seen, most she hadn't met. other celebrities or socialites, and a few people that clearly were not, but there body language suggested they had money, but chose a life of anonymity. In a way she almost didn't mind that and was almost jealous, to be able to shop in the mall without closing shops would be nice. But if she had to choose between a life scraping by as a waitress or being a celebrity with the world at her fingers, she made the right choice.

She reached the end of the hall, opened the door and stepped outside into a beautiful grassy area with a few walk ways. She noticed one of them walked to the residential building, which she walked to and made her way to the fourth floor and used her key card to enter. She entered and was impressed to see her luggage had already been delivered.

She opened up the the folder and saw the basic layout to the facility. The welcoming center, the residential building, the activity center which was for physical activities and the auditorium.. well there were a few other buildings with obscure names and no descriptions, she assumed they were named after benefactors or owners... The only real downside is she couldn't find a wifi signal and her cellphone didn't work. She took her room phone and called the receptionist, they told her it was for privacy and relaxation, to disconnect. But they had some computers and a pay phone in the welcoming center if she needed to make a call. she decided next time she went out, she would call a few friends and family and let them know she would be mostly out of contact for the next week.

But looking at the events age there was plenty to do. Tonight in the auditorium there was a seminar on women's rights. There was a short video then a speaker, he didn't recognize the speaker's name, but it looked interesting. She could sign up for a massage. there was a personal trainer she could request. or go down to the hot tubs and listen to classical music...

She laughed, she didn't know where to start. definitely call home and let everyone know she arrived safely and would nott be in touch too much...

 

[nonpoint]

When the time came, Katharine would find out that the phone was not free for use. It seemed like even in paradise, not everything was perfect and still needed to be tended to. Even so, she still had a relaxing music and video playing on every monitor that wasn't attached to a computer. She didn't need to know calls and emails were intercepted, that nothing would ever reach the bubble beyond the island. If she did, it was possible that she could've found herself willing to run away and never come back. For now, she was still here and she had options.

But that music had a purpose. That video had a purpose. And she would find out when the time was right. Music and imagery laced with subliminal messages to relax her, to numb and dull her mind. To focus on relaxation. If she was focused on relaxing, would she even bother to call home or even email? Everything had a purpose and everyone had a direction on Eros. It was all part of the corporate plan.

There was lots she could enjoy tonight. Whether it was a quiet dinner or one of the many speakers. They had several lectures with life coaches and motivational speakers on the island, but none of them she had ever heard of prior to arrival. That, like everything else, was all part of the plan. And as she figured out what to do while the music and videos played on screens all over the island, subliminal messages quietly being pumped into her brain on a consistent basis with all this, her number would be called soon. And when her number was called, Katharine McPhee would go from A-List actress to PrattCorp puppet.

 

[deliliah]

She arrived in reception and asked about the phone. She walked over to the pay phone and put in her room number to be charged at the end of her stay. She dialed the first number on the list and she was disappointed it when it went straight to voice mail, she left a simple message her plane had arrived safely, but she wouldn't be able to communicate much for the next several days... she had a list of people she was going to call, but somehow she felt distracted and tired, she really needed to relax. One phone call was good enough for now... at least he family wouldn't be worried about whether she arrived safely...

There was a video playing on the monitors, it was abstract, she watched one for a moment until it started to repeat. she shook her head and went back to her room again. The TV in her living room and bedroom were playing the video. She grabbed the remote to turn them off, but the remote had no batteries, she would have to go tot the receptionist again to fix that. when she checked the TVs, there were no buttons to turn them off manually, and the televisions were hardwired to the wall... She rolled her eyes. and grabbed a book, but found it hard to focus on what she was reading she read for about two hours before realizing she hadn't really retained any of it. There was frustration and a realization she really needed to relax...

it was getting late, and she decided she would attend the lecture on women's rights. She gave so many, it was time to attend one. Maybe she would learn some few things for her own presentations... She made her way tot he auditorium, as she understood it, there would be a short video, and then a speaker would have a presentation of some sort.

 

[nonpoint]

When the lights dimmed, she knew they'd be given a show. What was shocking was that the video wasn't some sort of prelude to the presentation, but it was once again the same one that had broadcasted through the island. Here it was, in brighter colors, everything far more vivid as the song and video played. But here was where those messages would begin to burn in her brain.

Big bucks buy great fucks.

All that matters is dirty, sexy money.

To fuck and obey makes you a good girl.

Your mind is happy, blank, and empty.

Brainwashing is good for you.

Surrender to PrattCorp. Become a PrattDoll.

The Patriarchy ALWAYS wins.

All it did was get louder. Get much clearer. What she was seeing was still a hidden attack on her mind and yet somehow still even louder than before. As she watched and quietly learned lessons, she didn't realize that this was happening. She didn't know that this invasion was happening. But here it was, and when the video came to an end and the lights came back up, maybe she could notice how many women there had blank stares and dilated pupils. Many of them had their mouths slightly open in an "o" shape as their mind digested what they had just seen. Their minds needed a few moments to let it soak in, and they were seated in silence before the speaker came out. She didn't have to know that this was still just part of the plan. Finally, for a brief moment, the music stopped and a voice came over the auditorium's PA system.

"Thank you for attending tonight's speaker on gender roles. Our system microphones are having issues, so we are experiencing a temporary delay. Please remain seated while we work out this technical difficulty," she heard before the lights dim and the screen returned, the video again playing.

The attack on her mind was on.

 

[deliliah]

She was waiting for the video to start thinking that she made a mistake, a good massage could have gone so far given how tired she was. but hell, women's rights were important, and you never know when something like this would kick in. She crossed her legs and bounced it for a minute somewhat impatiently waiting for the presentation to begin.

She saw the same video start that she had seen before. it was important. She watched...

it didn't last long, maybe ten to fifteen seconds and everything shut down. there was an apology as they began looking at their equipment. But she felt odd... Mentally she couldn't quite place it. But she had to uncross her legs... Her leg was asleep as if she had them crossed for an hour.. her eyes were burning as if she were staring without blinking, an her ears were muffled like she had been at a concert... Was she that exhausted?

Looking around, most of the girls were... She saw a man walk over to the speaker. he looked rich... and that suddenly made him seem more attractive. she shook her head, that's not the kind of girl she was. Was it? she looked at the door and saw a logo for 'PrattCorp.' She smiled, she'd like to be a prattdoll.. wait was the fuck was that? she needed to go back to her room and get some sleep. but then the screen came on, and she found herself sitting back down and relaxing...

 

[nonpoint]

If you did something right, people would hardly noticed you've done anything at all. And as she once again was subjected to this video and these subliminal attacks, everything was falling into place. This was all part of the plan thanks to PrattCorp, the company that ran the island and had set up the Eros resort. And even if she didn't know it, she had been subjected to this madness for over an hour, an assault on her mind that had been numbed to think only minutes had passed by. It was all according to plan, and after one more long session, the lights went up and the PA System was used again.

"Attention guests, our apologies. We regretfully have to cancel this evening's presentation on gender roles due to a problem with the microphones. Please either return to your rooms or please feel free to attend the light show in our planetarium located in Quadrant D of the resort campus," she heard, but it was still another plot. Going back to the room was another plot. Going to the planetarium was a plot. Wherever she went, something would continue the programming. And that was the beauty of it. Everything was still beautiful though, and everything could still be enjoyed.

"I. Goulart, M. Iglesias, K. Kloss, please report to Tabula Rasa spa for your scheduled appointments," she heard over the PA system. And honestly, that was thoughtful of Eros wasn't it? How polite of them to remind someone of their spa appointments without actually canceling it on them. It was such a good thing, and as people filed out of the auditorium, it was obvious that the game was afoot. PrattCorp would win.

PrattCorp always won. And perhaps it was time to think about other things. Life being more relaxing here. This was a five thousand dollar package just gifted to her. And if she could get such an expensive gift free of charge, didn't that make her worth at least that much and then some? She was a million dollar body.

And PrattCorp was ready to invest.

 

[deliliah]

A few more minutes passed and the presentation was over before it had even begun. She sat int he chair her ears ringing... her body stiff like she had barely moved a muscles in hours... at least her leg wasn't asleep, though she hadn't been sitting cross-legged... but her eyes were drying.. She squeezed them trying to get her tear ducts to make them moist again...

Well f there wasn't a presentation, she could always get that massage... then they made an announcement. Go back to our rooms, or go see the light show. Somehow it didn't seem right to go to get a massage. She joined one of the two groups of women walking to the planetarium. she stopped at a water fountain for a moment to have a sip of water... She splashed a little in her eyes, they felt better. She was lucky she hadn't worn makeup tonight or she wouldn't have been able to do that without ruining her look.

The planetarium was well decorated. but the auditorium they were directed to was amazing. The seats weren't like the ones in the main auditorium, here the guests were expected to look up. So the seats were all reclined, much like a dentist chair...

 

[nonpoint]

Even if the auditorium looked state of the art, the planetarium did even more so. This resort was sparing no expense at giving their guests the prime treatment. Even if she didn't know it, there was a lot of money put into this resort to make it relaxing. It had to be state of the art to relax guests and help them calm themselves. It had to be state of the art if they were going to be using this as a compound to churn out their latest product. Again, one of those little secrets nobody needed to know at this point. Stay the course, do as you're told. It was easier to make them docile like cattle.

Eros was the ultimate factory to make PrattDolls. It contained everything needed to make their newest product, and as she managed to find a seat next to some incredibly beautiful women in their own right, models she had probably seen on more than one occasion in magazines like Maxim or Sports Illustrated, here she was next to them. Kat's star truly was rising and she was moving up in the world, especially hot on the heels from being the victim of a phone hack and picture leak in the last few weeks. Again, she got comfortable and as she started to look up at the stars, it was like things tightened up around her. Not to completely restrain her but almost like she had been sitting in something to immerse her. "Chairs are being adjusted for maximum comfort in these positions," the PA System told her, which explained their changing of form. She could relax as the music started. It was the same music from around the resort, but a whole new show. Now that the thoughts had been put in her head, they needed to be the only ones. This was a cleanse, a program to dumb her down and leave only PrattCorp sponsored thoughts in her head.

She was a million dollar body.

She was a slut.

She loved having sex.

She loved brainwashing.

She was a hypnoslave.

The lights, the stars, the flashing and pulses to cleanse her. And she came here to be cleansed, right? To relax and clear out all the toxins. All those non corporate thoughts were toxic, preventing her from going "blissful and blank". And now she could change that. She could get lost in the stars, in the beautiful lights.

She could lose her mind and will, and she could spend tomorrow like a giggling slut, jiggling her tits on the beach. All until her spa day. Spa days were special to girls on the island, it meant they were ready for harvesting. But for now, she had to be nurtured into her new way of life, and as she continued to watch the lights and listen to the music, it was like turning her mind into a Jenga tower. Move a piece elsewhere to build something new.

 

[deliliah]

The light show was wonderful, bright and beautiful like fireworks, but somehow more relaxing. The lights flashed and pulse and made everything so relaxing and simple... It was a positive cleansing. 'cleansing' seemed like an important part of that thought... Get rid of the negative thoughts and keep the positive ones.

She had a million dollar body... no she was a million dollar body... she was a slut who loved sex. She loved being a brainwashed.. she knew she was a hypnoslave. the thoughts seemed weird, like she knew she would be alarmed, but somehow she couldn't seem to get upset. Get rid of those toxic thoughts that stopped her from being what she was meant to be...

As she continued to watch the lights she started to be vaguely aware of another sound.. a chanting.. she was chanting as well... "I am a million dollar body. I am a slut. I love having sex. I love brainwashing. I am a hypnoslave."

She knew that tomorrow she would be showing her body off at the beach. happy and giggling like the slut she was. She looked forward to her spa day... when she harvested. But she saly needed to learn more about being a Pratt doll...and cleanse herself of the toxins...

 

[nonpoint]

And again, she heard a familiar mantra.

Your mind is happy, blank, and empty. Brainwashing is good for you.

Katharine had so much to learn, and she could learn it all. The chair continued to act like one of those massage chairs, tightening up around her and loosening in others, all a design to help her relax and open her mind.

Open her mind and open her legs.

She was learning now, thoughts to be forced in, thoughts to be her religion now. She wasn't some sweet girl, she was a superficial slut. Money and status mattered, and for the right price, those tits could be wrapped around any cock or pressed up against any man. As she watched the lights and lasers, now it was time for the first true violation of her. A laser pointed at her forehead, and it was almost as if they were branding her very mind, everything being pointed at her in concentrated knowledge as she found her legs being spread and a toy being forced into her folds. It was vibrating to reward her for accepting her new truth. As she found it all flooding her mind, there was so much to give her, so much to teach her. It was relentless, it wasn't stopping.

She was going to be a whole new girl, but she wasn't going to worry about calling home. Why call or email when she was here to relax? To be cleansed? To be rid of toxins?

She was a hypnoslut and she was about to learn that she must obey.

 

[deliliah]

The mantra started to change....

"My mind is happy, blank, and empty.. brainwashing is good for me." over and over again she repeated those words.

The chair made it so easy to relax, is massaged her so well loosening her muscles.

hings started to clear for her, being a sweet girl as she had been was toxic. She needed to cleanse that belief, she needed to be superficial. Money and status were more important than being sweet.. for the right price there wasn't anything she wouldn't do.. her body could belong to others for the right price... then there was a laser pointing at her.. it practically seared the information into her mind...Her legs opened and she felt something pushing inside her vagina. She found her hips moving for more stimulation.. a moan escaped her lips... she was a slut, she loved sex. She loved brainwashing, she was a hynposlut... her mind was happy. Her mind was blank. Her mind was empty... but it was being filled with something new.

 

[nonpoint]

These things couldn't happen overnight. These things had to be taught, then reinforced. As she stayed there, her brain being lobotomized to turn her into a horny slut, it was becoming so clear. She was becoming part of a new class of women that were going to help spawn a generation with new beliefs. She was going to make her way of thinking sexy. She was going to use her status as a role model to make her lifestyle trendy. Men didn't want women who thought like her, so her way of thinking had to change. As she sat there, toy pounding into her like a piston, the chair only got tighter around her wrists and ankles. God forbid she managed to snap out of it, so it had to be made tighter to keep her in place. She had a price, but if she was with a PrattCorp exec, they fucked for free. She was PrattCorp product, or at least she would be. She'd be cattle, tattooed with a barcode that would tell the buyer her price and what she was capable of being. she was being manufactured and deep down inside, she knew it. She was just another PrattDoll in training.

Now, with every woman deep into reprogramming and brainwashing, it was time for Phase 2. The lights gave way to a spiral pattern as more and more message pounded and assaulted her, leaving her to drown in new thoughts and a new dogma that would alter her permanently. Nothing would be sexier than hearing "I hear and I obey" from her lips and she knew it. It was the only answer when given a command. If a man paid for her to bounce her tits, it would be the simple response before compliance. And if she ever disputed, there would be a trigger phrase.

"You Must" would be all she would need to do as she was told and tell the customer that she heard and she obeyed. And in her mind, she could see herself fucked, used, abused, a barcode in a tramp stamp she would be tattooed with to show the world she was just a slut to be bought. All that money turned her into the most advanced sex toy on the market.

She was home here. Eros was home. The Caligula program was a success. And now a new lesson would be taught.

Cock goes in, mind goes out. It would be a valuable lesson for Phase 2. The toy just kept humming and pumping into her because everything was going according to plan. She was going to be a good girl indeed.

 

[deliliah]

She laid there the lights flashing at her head, and things were becoming clear. She was a horny slut. Always wet, always ready. She was part of the new elite, those that thought sexy. She would show off what she was. She felt the strong penis pounding how wonderful a horny slut life could be.

She was going to be a PrattDoll, the best product she could be for her manufacturers... She wanted to be accepted as a Prattdoll.. Prattdoll-Kat. almost like a name. a product to be sold for the right price, a gift for the execs of Prattcorp. She looked forward to being branded with a bar code to prove she was a Prattdoll.

For the right exec, or the right price she would obey. Her new world view was simple: "I hear and obey." and the phrase "you must" would push through any doubt or reluctance.

This resort was her home, her memories of friends and family seemed so far away. and their importance was made insignificant. This was her new life. Prattcorp was home...

The cock, even fake pushed into her wet pussy, forced her mind to go blank. Cock goes in mind goes out...

But she still murmured under her breath, "I am a million dollar body. I am a slut. I love having sex. I love brainwashing. I am a hypnoslave. My mind is happy. My mind is blank, My mind is empty.. brainwashing is good for me."

 

[nonpoint]

Every PrattDoll was manufactured to replace the celebrity they were modeled after. KM-01 would be her name, patterned after the likeness of Katharine McPhee. KM-01 was mindlessly obedient, a product that was going to be perfected. She could imagine it all, all the visions in her head fabricated and beamed into her mind to make her want them. But more importantly, cock went in and her mind went out. Her mind went out to be replaced by whatever they wanted. Kat had no choice but to give in and obey now, and that was everything that she wanted. She wanted to obey. She needed to obey.

Katharine was now part of a product line, pushed and manipulated. There was only one thing now, and it was obedience. She loved to obey, she lived for it. Deep down inside, this was what she wanted, to be fucked and brainwashed and degraded. Katharine, for all her feminist views, all she had really wanted was to be a mindless fuckdoll. And now here she was, getting an intense lesson.

Her mind was melting as her wet folds were assaulted, pounded, fucking her in a way that she had never been taken before, her mind was being told this was a dominant man who had paid thousand of dollars to use her like the slut she had wanted to be deep down. She was fake. She had put on fake smiles and said fake things to get where she was, so the only thing that was real was the lust. Even being in love was fake, endorphins that were provided by chocolate. Lust was real, and that's all she felt anymore. Lust for sex, for status, for money.

And just like that, she was told to cum. To begin the process of irreversibly shattering her and the girl she was. It was the cost of becoming more, making her become less. She was about to learn obedience made her wet, and being wet made her need to obey. And as the spiral moved closer, like it was branding itself into her brain, she was being washed away to start all over again.

Tits and ass like that, and she would soon see herself as just obedient tits and ass, had to be sculpted into mindless perfection.

 

[deliliah]

Katherine woke up... she looked at the clock it was 8 in the morning. She didn't remember much about last night. She went to the seminar about women's rights, the equipment failed, they offered a light show, she went, but just fell asleep. She barely remembered waling back in a stupor... at least she made it back

She saw her cell phone, but strangely it didn't almost seemed new... that couldn't be could it. There was a text message... 'Send me a selfie.' she shrugged her shoulders, and opened the camera app, and snapped a selfie... something seemed off about her. Was it her hair? No, for someone who just woke up, her hair looked great. Maybe her eyes? No they weren't blood shot or anything, she just couldn't figure out what was wrong... She sent the picture...

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Then she sat up... She wasn't sure if she didn't get enough sleep, or too much... her mind was dulled a bit, like everything took an extra second or two to process... On the other hand, she was happier than usual. Today was totally going to be a beach day... The only down side, the beach didn't open til ten, and it was eight. Well she had thought about a massage last night, maybe she could do that to pass the time...

She took her swimsuit in a bag, and decided to walk over to the recreational activities building. As she walked down there she watched some f the people. She saw a guy and guessing by the clothes he was wearing he had a lot of money. He looked at her in passing, she instinctively winked at him. Then another man stopped him, but this guy was dressed like he had shopped out of Walmart... Seriously, how dd he even get in here? He smiled and said she had amazing looking eyes, She smiled back and thanked him and kept going, but he ran in front of her again and asked her for her panties. she laughed at him and kept walking, then he said, "You must."

she stopped and simply said, "I hear and obey." reached down, pulled them out from under her skirt and handed them to him. he thanked her, patted her on the head and told her she could carry on. She looked back at him and he seemed cuter than he did a few minutes earlier. She hoped he enjoyed her panties.

She arrived in time for a massage. he told her to take off all her clothes, and she felt oddly comfortable doing as she was told. he put a pair on head phones on her and a music started playing... it distracted her, but she enjoyed the massage. In fact she passed out again. and when she woke up, every muscle felt so relaxed and worked, even her facial muscles... there was an odd but familiar taste in her mouth. She thanked him, but he said the pleasure was all his...

She realized the massage was nearly two hours long... it was after ten and she felt a need to go to the beach. She changed into her swim suit, and realized she didn't fit in. maybe it was her one piece when they were all wearing bikinis. One girl said that there were extras in the lodge. She stepped inside and put one on and joined the other girls who were just starting to play volley ball. She started playing with them, something about playing made her breasts bounce, and that was oddly important, and the other girls were giggling... and that was infectious... She was giggling just like the other girls playing on the beach bouncing their breasts..


Ooc: Hope it was an okay use of the picture you sent me.

 

[nonpoint]

Katharine had clearly made herself relaxed and ready to embrace the island. Eros was becoming something more than just a vacation place, but the one place that would make things that much better. As she arrived on the beach and began to play with the girls, it was easy to let things wash away.

The gentleman that looked kind of cheap earlier? A plant. He was designed not to look like a rich man, but he was a PrattCorp employee. She passed her test, and she had passed her relaxation conditioning at the massage. It continued to be a process that would alter her totally, preventing her from actually resisting PrattCorp's intentions. Deep down, she knew it though, it continued to be ingrained in her as the video and music played all throughout the resort. Tonight had a different activity. She could attend another speaker, or she could see a private screening of an art film put together by a familiar name. And obviously, what celebrity would pass up an opportunity for a special screening?

Of course, dinner was to be had. Even with everything going on, the product didn't just have to be brainwashed, but it had to be fed and given nourishment. Throughout the day, she wasn't just learning these new thoughts, but being told she had to make sure she ate right and kept her body tight. Men didn't pay for cellulite or flab. Eating right and working out and keeping fit kept her as a million dollar body, she was learning. And while she learned those lessons, she was at the dining hall before people got quiet as someone came in. Some of the men turned, but several women turned their head in awe. Katharine would learn just how important it was as someone behind her whispered loud enough.

"That's Gareth Pratt, CEO of PrattCorp!" she heard. And instantly, she knew who her master was. She knew who was making her feel this good, awakening such a good feeling in her. Someone sexy enough to make her want to take topless selfies like this morning and suck cock at will. As he walked in, shaking a few hands, he glanced at her and winked before taking a seat at his own dinner table. If anything, Kat could now have a new goal.

To be the kind of PrattDoll Gareth Pratt himself would buy.

But for now, she had the evening to eat, had time to digest the brainwashing slowly given to her through the day and how it was going. She had time before tonight's screening, even if it was only the same thing she endured last night without even knowing.

 

[deliliah]

She played volley ball for hours. She was actually surprised when she was told it was time to take a break and have some dinner... She was playing volleyball for almost seven hours. Just giggling and bouncing. Normally she would have been irritated at herself for such a waste of time, but somehow, sitting there giggling like some slut was a good thing. wait. 'Giggling like a slut?' where did that come from? she normally hated the 's-word.' she shook the thought off... it was fine... this time...

She arrived with other volleyball players tot he dining hall. There was an amazing buffet with steaks and shrimp and chicken. but the girls she was sith avoided the foods, and there was an odd dispenser that they pressed a button and a white goo filled their bowls. A girl to her left said its a bit bland, but had all the nutritional stuff she needed. katherine nodded her head and took a bowl of it as well.. t was really thick, like a whipped sour cream consistency, maybe a little thicker than the cream in a chicken pot pie... she watched as the other girls as they lifted the bowls and gently sipped. Katherine did the same, it was an odd flavor, almost flavorless, but both sweet and bitter at the same time, and certainly salty... She put tit down... maybe she had enough... she looked at the buffet...

her interest was broken up by someone saying, "That's Gareth Pratt, CEO of PrattCorp!" She turned and looked... Holy shit he was hot. She felt something between her legs, an instant moistening... "Oh I think My vagina is talking..." She was convinced her seat was wet... it may have been... there was something about him. She wanted him to notice her... She looked back down at her bowl... And sipped it again, the taste wasn't so bad, and if she was fit enough, by eating the right things, maybe he would notice her. She looked up at him and he winked at her... There was surge betwen her legs... "Oh fuck..." she said to the girl on her left, "I think i just came..." they giggled... They knew exactly what she felt like being noticed by such a man...

Dinner was over and an activity director walked in and suggested they either see a special screening of a movie, or go to another speaking event. She was tempted to go tot he speaker, but after last nights failure, the art movie was inviting. Especially since sometimes special screenings had producer and directors, and maybe she could meet someone.

She filed into the auditorium. The seats were oddly pink and blue as well as numbered. All the girls were instructed to sit in pink seats, and Katherine of course complied, and noticed a few men were starting to file in and sitting in the blue seats. she shrugged her shoulders and waited for the men to sit on either side of her and for the movie to start unless the director or producer erre going to have some words before it started.

 

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The lights simply dimmed and each man put on glasses, almost as if they had been warned in advance they were about to watch a 3D movie. Before Kat could even react to what was going on, the film started. It was another unusual pattern and 3D animation, but it was the same music she had been hearing all day. Things like this were said to deceive minds not yet fully cleansed and reprogrammed, and Kat had once again fallen for a trap that had left her subjected to brainwashing. Her already soft and pliant mind was in perfect position, and it was her first true test as she watched this. The way the rows were, every woman knew they were to drop to their knees and serve the man to their left. They were to put those lips to the test, and this was Katharine's first run as a PrattDoll, one of the initial field tests to see if the brainwashing had been working. As the video played, a woman protested and tried to insist this was all wrong. Two ushers quickly approached her and as she protested, Kat could only see a brief struggle. It seemed like one of them touched her neck and the woman went docile. She didn't even seem relaxed anymore, but simply robotic. With no emotion on her face, she simply marched out with them.

And in the middle of all those patterns and swirls on the giant screen, two words told her it was time to drop to her knees and turn to the left. YOU MUST flashed, and she knew what to do.

The men were instructed to help lower a helmet onto the female in front of them and Kat could feel the visor shield her eyes all before the visions resumed and the sound pumped into her ear. She could see more of herself taking racy selfies like this morning, a barcode over her wet folds that matched the one on her soon to be tattooed tramp stamp on her lower back. She could see herself no longer standing out until purchased, all in the same revealing tube top and short shorts to show the proverbial goods.

And again, she saw her new identity. Katharine McPhee was who she was impersonating, she was KM-01, certified PrattDoll. And as she saw it all burning into her mind, she now had a reason to believe her mind was just an empty space to be filled by corporate propaganda. Her mouth was opened and a cock pounded the back of her throat. And as she had learned through the past few days...cock goes in and her mind goes out. It was a test for Katharine, one more test to past to prove she was almost ready to be harvested and implanted with something to maintain PrattCorp's hold on her.

 

[deliliah]

She was looking around and saw that each blue chair had a small box. all the men started removing the contents of the box and put it on. She looked aorund for hers, but then the video started playing and she felt distracted. Then she saw two words and knew what she had to do. "I hear and I obey." she said. She turned to the side and and dropped to her knees and found herself face to face with a man's cock.

Katherine was about to lean in when he started putting a helmet over her head. She saw some strange thing, her mind tried to question it, but then she felt the cock in her moth. 'cock goes in, mind goes out.' there was no thought. just acceptance. she felt the man forcing his cock down her throat, and she instinctively tried to pleasure him as best as she could, but her ind wasn't truly focused on the blow job, but the new information she was receiving, she couldn't really understand it with a cock in her mouth, she just let it fill her...

 

[nonpoint]

Katharine was learning quickly. In fact, some would dispute she was picking things up faster than other girls chosen to be PrattDolls. Whatever you wanted to say, Katharine was picking up the lessons she had to know and she was also becoming quite the obedient pet. Perhaps her harvest was coming sooner than she had expected. As the man enjoyed letting her suck his cock and let her mind go blissfully blank in favor of sucking cock and staying independent, he just placed his hand on the back of the helmet to assure Katharine would continue to deep throat him.

It was at this time that Kat was learning what the next step would be. She could see a chip implanted on the back of her neck, the chip permanently giving PrattCorp control of her. This brainwashing was to start the process, to test her and to see if she was ready for all of their lessons. With that chip, she could be controlled remotely and she could be altered. If the customer wanted a smoldering temptress, they could get that. If they wanted a bimbo, they could have one. Thanks to the brainwashing and this chip she would soon have, she could be anything they wanted, and as she sucked cock and got the warm load shot down her throat, she was told to just go back to her room and cum until her mind was blissfully blank, concluding it with the final form of her trigger. The one that helped "You Must" sound more complete.

"You Must Obey."

She knew what she had to do and she would do it without hesitation. It was time for her to prove that she was obedient, that PrattCorp could count on her. And she knew that if she was a good girl, Gareth Pratt would call on her. It was time to prove to Gareth she was good enough for him.

 

[deliliah]

Her blank mind absorbed the feed from the helmet. For minutes or hours her min was unable to determine. But her ind was being altered, she was already vastly different than the indepenedent woman that had walked through the doors less than two days earlier. But then she felt the man's cum at the back of her throat.

He took the helmet off her head and whispered to her to go back to her room, and cum until her mind was blissfully blank. She firmely stated, "I hear and obey." She didn't even look at the man who had come down her throat.. and down her chest. As she was walking back a man stopped her and wiped her face and chest off, and then took off her bikini. Helped her step into lingerie. she continued back to her room as she had to. She didn't have a choice it was as important to her as breathing.

She walked back into her room. She was about to walk into the bedroom, when she saw a camera set up in front of the couch. somehow that was important. She laid on the couch, just staring for a moment.

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She was motionless for about a minute, she never touched herself. But then her mouth opened slightly and a gasp escaped as she she came without a touch, without a word. Then the second one started to build up, and she twitched and gasped.. then third she fell to her back... the fourth, a long moan... the tenth... A shriek... the fiftieth.. she just stopped moving as he rbeeathing started slowing and she was assaulted with orgasm after orgasm...

She woke up and took off the lingerie she was wearing. She took a shower dried off, and decided to go to the activity center to see what there was to do today. She approached the receptionist, who asked her what her name was. "KM01" She paused for a moment, was that right?

The receptionist smiled back, "Well this afternoon we have a number of activities, You could get your breasts augmented or pierced, you could have a collar put around your neck, and get walked like a pet or slave around the island, or you could get a tattoo or two."

KM01 was perfectly willing to do the first two, though she wasn't really interested. But the tattoo instantly made her pussy wet. "tattoos..." she said dreamily.

"Would you like a cock to suck on while you are having that done?"

KM01 looked up at the ceiling unsure of how to answer... "Do I want a cock?"

The receptionist firmly stated, "You do."

KM01 nodded her head, "I do... I would love one thank you." and a moment later a man walked over to escort her to the tattoo parlor... And as she was entering the elevator, she never even noticed that she had never put any clothes on after her shower.

 

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Katharine, or as she was learning to be called KM-01, was learning to work on their desires and schedule. She was learning just how much she loved being sexy. How much she loved being blissfully blank. And as she started to let her mind drift, how she started to become everything PrattCorp wanted, it was clear that everything was falling into place as far as Katharine went. As she was escorted, she once again was fitted with a similar helmet to last night's oral sex training all as she was learning to be a good girl for PrattCorp. It was obvious she knew what she was getting now, and as she was finally taken to the "tattoo parlor" it was obvious to everyone outside the confines of her helmet that it wasn't a parlor but a lab. "Have a seat, KM-01," she heard, and she was placed on a position where she was on her knees, her wrists locked in place in a device that would hold her hands and keep her thighs spread as she was prepared to get her tattoo.

"Prepare to suck cock, KM-01," she was told, ordered to open her mouth and prepare to perform for the pleasure of a man. As she felt the heat of someone coming closer, especially after she had told someone she had wanted cock. That she'd love to suck on some cock. As the needle started to prepare to put the ownership tattoo on her lower back and her mouth was made to suck cock, it was clear that this was just one more designed test for her, one more thing to put her through for the sake of PrattCorp. She was about to learn just what she had to do to obey and to be absolutely perfect.

As she got her mouth fucked, the tattoo continued to be applied and Katharine saw even more of her future. It was clear and everything was now her desire. Their desires were now hers. And her biggest desire was to be a mindless hypnoslut for PrattCorp, to become a PrattDoll.

And as she had her mouth fucked and everything continued to lead toward her entrapment, all she was taught to do was empty her mind and accept her fate. PrattCorp would win. PrattCorp would teach her all she ever wanted to do was serve men.

The Patriarchy always won.

 

[deliliah]

She walked into the 'parlor' whic was oddly a very sterile lab. she was helped onto a platform where she was positioned onto her hands and knees. She saw the needle, which oddly wasn't bei held by a person, but by a machine. it seemed ot have a laser o it, at first she thought it was for the actual tattoo, but then she realized it was for guiding her tattoo.

A helmet was placed over head, and she saw the familiar video. she felt a man approaching her, she prepared as she was told to, she licked her lips... and felt the cock enter her mouth...

cock goes in, mind goes out. And as the cock filled her mouth, the helmet filled her mind. She was aware o the tattoo being inked into her lower back... She wasn'tsure how long it took, her mind wasn't working that way... She was barely aware that they had finished that one, and started the tattoo over her pussy that matched the one on her back. A barcode... a product number...

Eventually all was done. KM01 felt the cum in her mouth as the pens withdrew. She heard a man's voice, "Swallow." she was about to obey, when he added, "You must."

She responded "I hear and obey." But answering made some of the cum dribble out of her mouth, but she still what was left in her mouth. Km01 looked at a clock it was 3 o'clock and she saw a man walking to her with a sex toy. a penis-like dildo... He pressed it to her mouth, she opened willingly,cock goes in, mind goes out...

She felt it being removed, and she was someplace else, it seemed instant, but things were different she was in the cafeteria. There was a bowl of that soup i front of her, she was wearing clothes, a tube top and short shorts, she was sure her tattoo was not covered. She took a sip and finally knew the flavor, it tasted like cum... except she was sure it wasn't, they told her ti was a nutritional supplement, she needed to take it so her body would be i the right shape... she saw the other girls wore the same uniform.. there was no more individuality for them... When the meal was over, she saw a sing they had a choice again, they could either go to a makeover specialist or go see a movie being filmed.

KM01 was troubled by the choices. it didn't seem right to her... How was giving her a choice a good way to serve a man? She walked up to one and asked the man which choice she wanted...