suffocatingdeviancy: mindbrokensluts: “No! No let me go! You can’t do this to me…
suffocatingdeviancy: mindbrokensluts: “No! No let me go! You can’t do this to me…to us! You can’t make us into those brainless blonde dolls!” I struggled as hard as I could against the tight grip of the sinister men in white. Beside me I knew my friend Anna had already gone limp from the drugs they injected us with when they caught us. I could feel it happening to me too, the numbness spreading through my system and draining all ability to resist as they dragged us through the corridors of their facility. Not only that but…it also made my head feel, um…lighter. All this craziness started not too long ago. I remember hearing on the news that Dolli corp was the new richest corporation in the world, and there was so much controversy over the fact that they didn’t employ any women in their management staff at all. There were reports of protests and riots, the biggest of recent years…then they just stopped reporting them. I wondered if the feminists had convinced them to change their hiring policies or maybe the story just didn’t interest the viewers anymore. Either way I forgot all about it myself…that is, until I heard the rumours about Dolli corp facilities popping up all over the place. At first I just dismissed it as conspiracy theories but then I saw on the news about the ‘new order’ and these strange new laws they were passing. Sexist laws. They wanted women to quit their jobs, get plastic surgery and serve men. It wasn’t a joke or a mistake either. This was serious. I noticed that all over the country women were made to report to Dolli facilities. The number of busty blonde airheads I saw rose drastically and it just didn’t make sense. Why was everyone acting like this was normal? Well, not everyone…Anna was also very worried. We decided it was best to leave the country for a while and packed our things. We didn’t get very far. There were strange men in Dolli corp uniforms at the airports and the borders and even patrolling the streets in some places. Looking for any woman who wasn’t blonde, dumb and a complete slut. They found us eventually and the pepper spray I brought with me wasn’t enough. Before we knew it they had us in cuffs and drove us to this facility. This is where it happens. Whatever they do, they do it here. All those women, the bankers and the scientists and the feminist protesters…they all ended up here. They all ended up dolls…and if we couldn’t escape, so would we. Still, it was hopeless. They dragged me into a strange room, separated from Anna. I could only assume the same was happening to her as they strapped me down and hooked me up to this weird machine. There were electrodes or something connected to my head. So cold and tingly on my scalp. Then they dimmed the lights and I could see this faint flashing out of the corner of my eye but I couldn’t focus on where it was coming from. Things got fuzzy from there. I wasn’t sure when but I somehow lost my clothes. Everything was so hazy and swirly that I barely noticed them inserting the dildo into my pussy. It was lubricated with a slippery substance that made my entire pussy extremely sensitive. Every thrust was…mind numbing. Every thrust. Over and over. Flashing. Thrusting. Blurring. Ive been here for days, at least I think so. I don’t remember eating or sleeping or anything other than the sensation of my mind being fucked out really. The lights still flash but now there’s also a voice. It’s in my head. It tells me I’m a good doll. It tells me not to think. I stopped struggling long ago. Stopped trying to shut it out. Now it’s just there. I’m not even sure if it’s their doing or my own thoughts anymore. I want to believe it’s them but it just feels so much like my own voice, my own desires. They brought in a mirror as well. Now I can see my new body. My hair is blonde. I’m not sure when that happened. It might have been before they put me in here, but I don’t remember. Maybe my hair was always blonde? It feels…right somehow. My breasts are much bigger, they jiggle so much as I grind and writhe on the thick dildo. It’s fun to stare at them, stare and listen to the voice. Stare and be a good doll…good doll….good doll… They tell me Anna is doing well. I hope she’s okay…(hope she’s obedient). I hope she’s safe…(hope she’s horny)….hope she’s…I hope she’s…a good doll like me. This is very fun, I’m not so sure about the blond hair, I feel we could always have some cute silly colours on my dolls. -- source link