Brain Trust : Reality is Overrated
Chapter one — Welcome to the Company
As she awoke, Kylie’s mind wandered around, gathering the information lost during her slumber. The PWF. A call from Nicholas. A crisis. Then the gas. Her sisters. Where were they? Were they safe? She looked around. At least, this time she wasn’t tied to a big slab of metal. In fact, she was on a rather comfy bed, in a rather normal-looking room. She bolted out of bed, and ran to the door. Thankfully, it wasn’t locked. Beyond was a nice-looking corridor, with candelabras and carpets, that wouldn’t look out of place in a luxury hotel. She didn’t waste time thinking about where she was. All that mattered was her sisters’ safety.
She opened the door right in front of her. As suspected, a similar bedroom laid behind it. Kylie barged in and saw Selena sleeping on an equally similar bed. She gently grabbed the sultry redhead’s shoulder and shook firmly.
“Hey, Sel! Wake up!”
“Hmmn...No Emily, no kink before 8 PM, lemme sleep...”
“Do I sound like your sweetheart? Get the fuck up, sis.”
Selena groaned, flipped over, and looked confused as she, in turn, remembered what had happened.
“Shit.” She let out in an uncharacteristically low tone of voice. “The Foundation sold us.”
“Yeah. Looks like we’re in our new doll house. Get up, I’m going to find the others.”
Kylie turned around and quickly made her way to the other rooms. “Doll house,” she pondered. “What a strange thought to have”. But that was probably the best way to describe this place. The assholes who bought them also acquired the Prettification technology, so there was probably no use hoping they would be treated like free women. Not that her sisters would mind, programmed as they were to view themselves as property.
In the nearby rooms, she found Terri, Alyssa and Christina. In under a minute, they were gathered in the corridor, anxious.
“Shit, shit, shit!” Swore Kylie, who just got back from inspecting the last room. “I can’t find Emily!”
“What? That can’t be, she was with us!” Replied Terri. “Are you sure you checked all the rooms?”
“Well, there’s this one at the end that doesn’t open, but otherwise, yeah, there are nine bedrooms and only five of us.”
They were all disquieted by their youngest sister’s absence, but Selena, usually on top of things, was taking it the hardest. Which wasn’t surprising. Alyssa and Kylie were the most readily apparent couple in the Coppelia, but Selena had been together with Emily for years. They just preferred snuggling in the intimacy of their bedroom rather than acting like fawning newlyweds.
“Emilyyy!!” She yelled, her head darting around. “Where are you ?!!”
“Maybe they only paid for five of us? Maybe Kylie’s decision to go with us led to our mysterious new owners to leave Emily in the Foundation’s care?” Cautiously hypothesized Christina.
“I...I guess that would be a good thing...” Replied Selena in a strangled voice. “Still...”
It was hard to break the silence that followed. They were all sympathetic to Selena’s anguish. After all, they all loved Emily as well.
“Let’s...not assume anything about this place and the pisspots behind it.” Declared Kylie, in less assured a voice than intended. “Maybe we’ve all been through some kind of treatment before being released here, and Emily’s just the last one to go.”
“Yeah, you’re right, sweetie...” Meekly said Alyssa. “Do you feel any different, girls?”
It dawned on the five lovely girls that they hadn’t even thought of inspecting themselves. Most people don’t have to worry about waking up and realizing they’ve been transformed, but it was a legitimate concern in their line of work. Especially now...
“Well...” Calmly said Kylie after a few moments. “As far as I can tell we all wear the same clothes than before we were knocked out.” An observation to which they all agreed. “And I don’t feel anything wrong with my body...Aside from the wrists, but it’s probably just us being bound for transport.”
“Shit.” Spat Selena. “The Foundation really just sent us off like cattle?”
“Well,” Replied Christina. “They do appear to have grown increasingly embarrassed with the Pretties program.”
“A little late, if you ask me.” Groans Kylie. “But who cares, the Foundation is history for us now. How about we try to find more about our new owners?”
The gang agreed. They scattered across the corridor, and engaged in a more thorough examination of the bedrooms. But there wasn’t much to be found. The rooms looked better and richer than in the Foundation, but they weren’t nearly as furbished. A bed, a closet, a simple bathroom, and that was it. By all accounts, it looked exactly like they were in a hotel.
Kylie focused on the locked door. The only way out of the corridor. There was a handle, but no keyhole, or any other sort of input, mechanical or otherwise. She tried to force the door open with her considerable might, of course, but to no avail. She took a step back, and noticed two TV screens hanging near the ceiling. They weren’t unusual by themselves, but they did seem out of place in a luxury hotel corridor.
As she wondered, she heard soft footsteps behind her. Alyssa’s. Kylie smiled and turned around to take her beloved’s hands.
“I’m glad you came back for us.” Warmly said the curvaceous blonde. “But isn’t your man going to be angry?”
“...I doubt it.” Nervously laughed Kylie. “He knows what makes me tick, he wouldn’t have warned me on such short notice, to say nothing of right after I exit the Coppelia, if he hadn’t expected me to rush in. I’m sure he’s already planning to take over these guys. And me being in their custody must be part of his plan. Somehow.”
“I see. He really is someone, isn’t he?”
Kylie nodded, blushing subtly.
“But...” Continued Alyssa. “Why did you included yourself, when you talked about...our new owners? You’re free, you know that...”
“Of course. But my husband has allowed me to go with you on this one. So until further notice, we’re in this together. Plus...it feels nice to be your equal again.”
“But...what if they do terrible things to us?”
“My love...” Kylie sighed, caressing the blonde’s hair. “Last time terrible things were done to me and we were together, it turned out to be pretty fucking great. Plus, Nick puts me through serious shit on the job. Getting reduced into sexual slavery with you sounds like a blast.”
Alyssa giggled softly, and gave a reciprocated hug to the love of her life. They hadn’t really been apart this past year, but it did feel good to know they would be together for the foreseeable future, ominous organization or not.
Until a voice sounded all across the corridor.
“Shawn, cupcake, I told you we should have introduced ourselves right away.”
The voice was masculine, with a hint of mockery and dismissal. The five Pretties looked around, though they had already surmised it was in all probability broadcast from a remote location. Then, a second voice came in.
“Ricky, my eighth wonder of the world, you have to let the dolls drink their surroundings in. But fuck it, they’ve drunk enough. Cue the flipping opening, baby!”
Suddenly, the two TVs whirred to life. In a bombastic news-channel like opening clip, the words “BrainTrust” appeared on screen.
“Congrraaatuuuuuulatioooooons, Pretties!” Manically chanted the first man. “You are now making your first steps as the newest property of BrrraaaaaaainTruuuuuust!”
“That’s right!” Continued the second, no less enthusiastically. “Instead of spending your days in an archaic prostitution branch of a Foundation that left you behind, you are now fortunate enough to be part of the future!”
“Whaaaat the fuck is the deal with these two?” Said Kylie in disgust.
“I know, right?” Agreed Terri.
“From now on, BrainTrust is your owner, your home, and your life! As a matter of fact, forget Pretties, you are now proud BrainTrust Dolls!”
Some rolled their eyes, other furrowed their brow. Terri was the first to react.
“Yeah, yeah, can we talk or are you just going to keep acting like wieners, Sirs?”
“We can certainly talk, Doll Terri!”
“Why are we here? Where’s Emily?”
“Ooooone question at a time! First, I’m Ricky, your Happiness and Company Spirit Manager. Youuu are here because BrainTrust is in the business of changing the wooorld, much like your former owners, exceeept we’re more on the technological side. They want to do ideals, we do progress, babe! We work on unearthing the deepest secrets of the human miiiind! But our work needs test subjects, and well, we can’t just abduct people on the street, now can we? So we purchased you, since you’re already down with the whole mind control thing. Lesser of two evils, that kiiiiind of stuff.”
Kylie raised an eyebrow. They were clearly insane, but, nevertheless, made a surprising amount of sense. If you’re going to mess with humans, girls whose freedom had already been lost to brainwashing seems the most sensible option.
“And doooon’t worry, your Emily’s as safe as you are, she’ll be with you momentarily. Other questiooooons?”
Selena heaved a sigh of relief, though she wasn’t free of worry yet. Terri figured she would keep on asking.
“Yeah, so, we’re your lab rats, that it? What should we expect, Sir?”
“That’s the thing, Doll Terri! By the way, loving your sense of initiative, doing great here. We can’t teeeell you much, but you probably aren’t going to like everything we do to your malleable little minds. You’ve been selected because you shooooow both autonomy and a great potential for acceptance.”
“We’re not completely enslaved, but deep down we love being brainwashed.”
“Dingdingding! Doll Kylie is coooorrect! So I wouldn’t worry if I were you. Though I would worry if I were me, in your place. Cause seriously, the projects we’ll test on you, woooohoo brother, they aren’t for candy asses.”
“Alright, so we can just up and call you bastard anyway.”
“Whatever you waaaaaant! It’s not like we can’t change you if we don’t like that moniker!”
Kylie groaned. The second man...Shawn, was it? Intervened.
“Alright, love your speeches, Ricky-man, my Hemingway of corporate lingo, but they have to get going.”
“Right, right.”
The TV screens showed yet another bombastic animation.
“WAAAARM UUUUUP TEEEEEST!” Yelled Ricky, out of his fucking mind. “Step into the first test chamber!”
The door at the end of the corridor unlocked. It led to what looked like a small smoking lounge. On a comfy-looking sofa, a man was sitting. He was tall, ripped, and completely naked save for a venitian mask. As a reflex, Kylie started to imagine all the ways she could take him hostage, maim him, or generally ruin his shit. But as irritating as they were, those BrainTrust guys didn’t sound so bad, so she decided to let her sisters handle it.
“Don’t worry dolls,” Declared Shawn, “This is the tutorial. BrainTrust prides itself for its smooth training program. Before you is a nice collaborator. At least one of you has to volunteer to be his sex doll, and the whole group will be rewarded. Of course, a random group of women would find that offensive, but not you, am I wrong?”
Kylie looked at her sisters. It was obvious he was right. They had been human at some point, yet they felt as if their time as free people was just background noise, and their time as brainwashed hookers to be the important, happy part. Fucking a stranger was, literally, routine for them.
“So, there you go. Just prooooove you are ready to work for your new owners, and sweeeeet little Emily will join you right after!”
“Getting Emily back in exchange for fucking? Best deal ever!” Exclaimed Selena. “But, you know, girls? I’m gonna rail my sweetheart real hard and I want to save my energy for that, so how about you do this human?”
Selena was back in action, her smile back with a vengeance. There wasn’t any doubt one of them would volunteer, but who would was still up in the air.
“I would do it,” said Kylie, “but I’m still unable to touch men.”
“Oooh? And why’s thaaaat?” Asked Ricky.
“My choker is device that blocks some of my brain processes. I’m strictly unable to cheat on my husband, except with women.”
“That soooo? Thanks for the heads-up, Doll Kylie. Anyway, who’s up for the test?”
“I’ll do it.” Came the reply in Alyssa’s soft voice. “Foundation or not, loving Humans is my life.”
The buxom blonde left a kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek and walked to the naked man. Kylie smiled, but with a diffuse sadness in her heart. Ever since she chose to decline becoming a full-fledged Pretty, she had only seen her dear sisters outside of work. She tended to forget they were all deeply subservient to humans, and in fact considered themselves inferior to them. So, again, as degrading as it was, the request was fair game to them.
Alyssa knelt in front of the masked man and removed her fuzzy pink pullover, revealing a baby doll tee that was barely ample enough for her huge bosom.
“Hello, Sir.” She said, smiling. “I’m Alyssa, and I’m in love with you.”
She then sat in the man’s lap, tenderly pressing her boobies against his hairy chest. He responded by putting his hands under her t-shirt, caressing her belly, and slowly removing the top.
“Say you are BrainTrust’s obedient doll, Alyssa.”
“I am BrainTrust’s obedient doll, Sir.” She replied earnestly.
“Good...You are very submissive, aren’t you.”
“I am, Sir. Humans are wonderful, I love to please them so much...My sisters do also, of course, but...yes, Emily and I are the most submissive.”
“Hmm hmm...” He mumbled, intrigued. “Is that why both of you have formed couples with the two dominant ones?”
Alyssa’s cheeks flushed red.
“I guess it is...I always knew Emily as the counterweight to Selena’s impulsiveness, and, well, Kylie and I are getting kinkier in bed each passing week...”
Selena whistled and addressed a mocking look to the spiky-haired woman.
“Is that so? I did notice one of my riding crops had gone missing...”
“Hey, back off,” Kylie replied, embarrassed. “My husband is even more dominating than I am, so I...need to unwind.”
“No excuses necessary, sugar...” Replied the redhead, smirking.
Meanwhile, Alyssa had laid down on the sofa and began to service the BrainTrust employee. He forcefully held her head down, as a clear indication of who was in charge. Alyssa didn’t mind. Her eyes were closed, her cute lips wrapped lovingly around his shaft, her whole body squirming in delight as she sucked.
As she watched, Kylie felt sick. She wanted to grab the guy, pin him down and beat him until his dearest wish was to get enough teeth back to intelligibly beg for death. She was, after all, a predator. A killer. And this guy was treating her sweetheart like a blow-up doll. But she was paralyzed. Her muscles twitched, her fingers rehearsing the motions necessary to inflict the optimal amount of pain, but she couldn’t move. Why? Was she controlled? No, she knew controlled. That one week spent unable to even try anything violent taught her all she needed to know about being controlled. That wasn’t it.
She was afraid, disgusted, and more than a little bit ashamed. Kylie had forgotten. The love she had for her sisters wasn’t natural. Each of them had been modified to emit special pheromones only other Pretties would pick up. It a permanent, unavoidable love potion aura. She had been freed from most of her mental chains, but this one was as strong as ever. And here she was. Having thrown away her real life as a badass mercenary, just like that, merely to follow brainwashed dolls she was chemically bound to. Never, not for one moment, had it occurred to her that it was just, like, the shittiest idea.
The man pulled out Alyssa’s head and grabbed her, guiding her on his lap again. She was all hot and bothered, and removed her skirt and panties with shaking hands. Kylie’s beloved was begging to be ravished. Her eyes reflected nothing but pure docility.
“Take me, Sir. I want it...I love you so much...”
Kylie had followed them to their new lives as another fucked-up company’s playthings. The Prettier World Foundation had played it nice and fair—let them with autonomy, money, some amount of free will. She had assumed that her Coppelia sisters would stay the same no matter what. But looking at Alyssa completely abandoning herself to the man that told her such horrible things...She realized how wrong she had been. Under the right conditions, Pretties could be angels of love, free to have fun and be happy. And in that pursuit, she would follow them anywhere.
But in the clutches of a more sinister owner, they would have no qualms whatsoever about becoming full fledged slaves.
“Aaah...Your dick feels so good, Sir...” Cried Alyssa, trembling.
“Doll Alyssa, you will now repeat everything I whisper to you.” Commanded the masked man. “This will be your oath of loyalty.”
“Yes, Sir. Anything...Hmmmngh...”
And she knew damn well that if all her sisters became docile slaves, she would be no match for the peer pressure that was bound to come next. She had only been able to choose freedom because she had been left alone. She knew that if her sisters had been with her when she had to choose, she would have been all but unable to leave them.
“I am...the property of BrainTrust...” Chanted Alyssa. “I must obey all directives and show loyalty to my owners. Everything BrainTrust states is my truth, no matter how impossible it may seem. Aaaah...My...My mind and body belong to BrainTrust. I am Doll Alyssa, and I am happy to pledge my eternal obedience to BrainTrust.”
Kylie gulped. Alyssa wasn’t even remotely interested in resistance. She repeated the oath earnestly. Her blue eyes, foggy from the pleasure as they were, fixed her intensely. Her beloved was telling her, in no uncertain terms : “Come with me.”
“Good!” Said the man. “Doll Alyssa is showing great promise in BrainTrust. Now, dolls, you will, one by one, follow your sister’s example and repeat the oath. Doll Christina.”
And, to Kylie’s horror, every single one of her sisters complied in a heartbeat. Christina, as ordered, was the first to do it. “I am the property of BrainTrust.” The sentences didn’t sound like a gospel of truth, but it didn’t have to. It was merely proof of their submission. That no matter who owned them, they were wired for obedience. Terri was the second. “I must obey all directives and show loyalty to my owners.” Even Selena. The dominant one. So fiery and confident, Kylie herself had submitted to her once. She chanted the mantra of submission as if it had always been part of her. “Everything BrainTrust states is my truth, no matter how impossible it may seem.”
Kylie was the only free woman here. All her sisters were as good as enslaved to the will of their sinister new owners.
“Doll Kylie. Repeat the oath.”
No. Fuck you. She thought. I’m free. I’m only here to watch over my sisters you’re exploiting, you crappy assfuck. But she felt the stares. She wasn’t the insanely dangerous Kylie McAllister anymore. The change had been gradual, but now, she was the youngest member ofthe Pretty sisterhood. The one that had disappointed in choosing freedom. At that moment, strength and pride didn’t matter. In the Coppelia family, only love mattered. And defiance was unloving. The glares were gnawing at her mind. She could feel the cold judgment. None of her sisters would think ill of her, of course. But they would all be sorry for her. The room was silent, but she heard their plea loud and clear.
“This is your second chance to know our happiness, Kylie. Please don’t fuck it up this time.”
“I...I...”
She couldn’t resist. She had chosen to follow them. Big fucking mistake. There was no turning back.
“I...am the property of BrainTrust I must obey all directives and show loyalty to my owners. Everything BrainTrust states is my truth, no matter how impossible it may seem. My mind and body belong to BrainTrust. I am Doll Kylie, and I am happy to pledge my eternal obedience to BrainTrust.”
She bit her index finger, ashamed.
“You have passed the test.” Drably said the masked man, before shoving Alyssa to the side, and departing unceremoniously. A door opened in the walls, and closed immediately after he entered it.
Kylie fell on her knees, and howled. Her sisters came around her, and comforted her. But that was all the more painful. She knew they were only supporting her on the path of happy submission.
Hearing the shit-eating voice of the Ricky guy was almost a relief.
“Well staple my liver on a target and fire arrows of solidified whiskey at it. Buying homegrown slaves is aaaaaawesome. Tenderness guaranteed.”
“Ricky-boy, my sultan of suntan, my earl of classex county. You are so sexy when you’re right. These Pretties are the real deal. Even the rebellious one is adorable.”
“I know, Shawnie-pie, I know. But giiiiiirls! I love the company spirit, really I do, but you’re not here to be adorably docile sex kittens. Well, not all the tiiiiiiime anyway. You’re test subjects! So, you pass the obedience test, aaaaawesome. But we’re gonna need you to be a bit more catty for the rest of the prooooogram!”
The mercenary raised her eyebrows. That’s right! She thought. These guys are more than just slavers, there’s still a chance to convince the girls to grow some guts and resist! She cleared her throat and exclaimed with a dramatic tone...
“Hear that, girls? Don’t just pledge obedience like that, we barely know what these fart suckers are after! You’re Pretties, for fuck’s sake, not blow up dolls!”
She saw a bit of sparkle in her sisters’ eyes, and grew more hopeful for a moment, right before the vowel-emphasizing asshat spoke again.
“Thaaaaaaanks for the pep talk, Doll Kylie, but we’ve got this. We’ve cooked up something more, well...effective than a speech to rile you up. INTRODUCIIIIIIIING...EMILY!”
The Pretties’ hearts dropped. They had forgotten about her. And it didn’t look like they were going to enjoy the reunion. They barely had time to brace for it, too, as the door opened once again. And here she was. Emily, their part-asian little sweetheart. Adorable, innocent little Emily.
“Hi, girls! Why the long face?” She chirped.
“What...” Hesitated Selena. “What have they done to you? What’s with this getup?”
“Ha ha ha, do you like it?”
Emily’s usual baby doll t-shirt and skirt combo had been replaced with an elaborate golden costume. It was a bizarre mix of dignified and lewd. her upper body was covered by a brown, full-sleeved shirt covered with a golden, closed sleeveless jacket, while her legs were covered in nothing but fishnet tights, a mere golden pair of panties covering her pussy.
“You’re, huh...hot in this,” conceded Selena. “But that’s not you...What have they done to you?”
“Nothing, you silly girl!” Came Emily’s confident answer. “I was just in a meeting. We had to decide what to do with you dolls.”
Silence.
“Wh...What the hell do you mean by “we”?”
“Other BrainTrust managers of course, what do you think?” Replied Emily, cocking her head to the side, looking puzzled, before opening her mouth wide in realization. “Oooh. Of course. You haven’t been introduced to your new reality yet. Silly me. Hey, Ricky!”
“Yeeeees?”
“You know I love to do it, but at least mention it when I have to enforce a shift. It’s my girls we’re talking about, so no secrets, you naughty boy!”
She giggled for a moment, then looked back at the Pretties. They were dumbfounded. What the hell was that? Did Emily just talk to that Ricky asshole on familiar terms?
“So!” She exclaimed, joining her hands together. “Your first day of serving our great company! Lucky you! I’m Emily, your Discipline and Acceptance manager! Or nanny if you prefer. I’ll take care of you and implement all test sessions and reality shifts. I’m also in charge of your training! Right now you are rookies, but I will raise you into fine, obedient BrainTrust Dolls.”
Silence. Alyssa stopped getting dressed halfway through the ominous pitch, and the others stared at Emily, fish-eyed.
“What. In the actual. Fuck.” Finally said Kylie.
“You’re experiencing confusion. " Replied their former sweetheart matter-of-factly. “Don’t worry, this is normal for a first reality shift. You know me as your fellow Pretty sister, but that is only a lie in your silly little heads. That Emily doesn’t exist, she’s a figment of your imagination. The reality is : I have always been a BrainTrust manager, and we meet for the first time. Oh, don’t worry, you’ll be seeing a whole lot more of me from now on! I’m your beloved nanny after all.”
Being betrayed and sold by the PWF was one thing. Having to listen to moronic TV anchors was one thing. But that...that was unacceptable. The Pretties were revolted. Emily...was gone. That was bad enough. But hearing her deny, with a straight, smiling face, the very existence of their little sister was unacceptable.
“OI!’ Yelled Kylie to the TV, . “You had the balls of turning Emily into one of you? I was willing to play along to please my sisters, but now, you’re going down. Newflash, bitch, I’m a mass murderer, and the inside of your skull is the place my fists have waited their entire lives to smash into!”
Kylie walked to the door, fists curled up and ready to break some bone. But just as she was passing Emily, she heard her saying in a powerful voice...
“Don’t make another step, Kylie-chan.”
And her body froze up. Somehow, Emily’s voice had took control over her heart, squeezing it into a fearful stress. Kylie panicked. What the hell was going on?
“I guess this is as good a time as any to mention that I’ve been modified to emit ten times the amount of Pretty pheromones that make you love each other. Which means you have no choice but to adore and fear me. You’ve been freed from mental restraints, Kylie, but you kept the receptivity to the pheromone. When I say that I’m your nanny, I mean it. You’re all children before my authority. Kylie, get back in line. NOW.”
The mercenary dragged her feet, but she obeyed. She just couldn’t muster the strength to resist the transformed Emily. It was like being a kid again, unable to resist her mother’s orders, limited to complain internally. The fact that the authority figure was a head smaller than her was just the cherry on top of the humiliation cake.
“Better. Now that we’ve established who’s the boss here, I am going to remind you that you all took the allegiance oath, which mentioned that only BrainTrust’s truth mattered. That’s what happening here. I have just been brainwashed into being your manager, but BrainTrust states that I have never been Emily the Pretty, and always been Emily the manager. So that’s my reality. And yours, too.”
“This...this is fucking insane! How do you expect us to believe that? Reality is reality, we’re not going to believe a lie!”
Emily made a wicked grin.
“Oh, but after I’m done re-educating you, you will. You’ll readily accept your owners’ truth, no matter how preposterous. We tell you that leprechauns exist, you accept it. We tell you it’s the middle ages, you accept it. There will be absolutely no boundaries to your faith in us...You’ll be good dolls and become what BrainTrust wants you to become at a moment’s notice.”
Things were growing more revolting by the second. Emily was spouting straight-up mad scientist stuff now. Robbing them of their very sense of reality? Christina, normally so composed, was seething with rage. Kylie was filled with urges of murder. Selena was beyond shocked, and almost puked on the spot, absolutely sickened.
But the worst thing is that whatever had been done to poor Emily made them too subjugated to stand their ground. How could they have pledged anything to these monsters?!
“In fact,” Joyfully continued the thing in Emily’s flesh, oblivious of the Pretties’ torment, “each of you will be converted into a particular identity, which have been decided in the meeting! But as of now, your fate is a seee-cret! It’s more enjoyable if you don’t know...But Kylie has been a bad girl, yes she’s been! So before we move on to your assignments, we are going to fix her attitude.”
Kylie gulped. Her sisters looked at her, concerned. Emily grinned even wider.
“You’ve been separated from your true self for a year now, we’re going to fix that. We’ll turn you back into a Pretty, and then you’ll be converted into a horny, masochistic slut. No more outbursts, only a sweet fucktoy in heat, much more receptive to BrainTrust’s experiments. Sounds good? Because we’re going to make sure you love it.”
Suddenly, Kylie wasn’t so sure sexual slavery sounded like a blast anymore.