"No! Wait! You can't put me in there!"
"All girls must be Dolls. All Dolls must obey Master. All Dolls must serve Master."
"No! I won't! I'll- mmphhh-grrg... mmmph!"
Whatever words of resistance Aiysha Douglass might have had were muffled as a mask slid into place over her mouth, metal clamps seizing her limbs as the glass of the conversion tube slid shut, giving her a clear view of her future.
She wasn't entirely unfamiliar with the Dolls that had captured her and her cameraman Alex, although they were far more organized and efficient than they were at the IRRIS. She hadn't expected to see them again when she hopped into the van today, getting Alex to step on the gas so they could be first on the scene to cover the mysterious silence that had overtaken Rapid Rivers University. She was thinking about the worst though when they realized once they gotten on campus proper their satellite connection and phones could no longer connect to anything.
Still, you couldn't be an investigative reporter in this town without some gumption and improvisation, so her and Alex began to stealthily navigate through the RRU quad and try to record and report on what was happening.
You also couldn't be an investigative reporter in Rapid Rivers if you weren't prepped for the occasional brainwashing mind-controller; this wasn't the first time Tish had been shoved into some kind of conversion chamber and there was a reason when she was negotiating her contract she included extra hazard pay in the event that she ended up some mindless slave and her clothing got destroyed in the process.
A professional in the field needs to have insurance for that kind of thing in this city.
That was the last individual thought she had before she felt a twinge at the base of her spine, and her mind was flooded with the emotions and feelings of thousands of other; a hive mind of perfectly obedient Dolls all chanting in unison. It was impossible for her to fight back, to push against a tide so single-mindedly crashing against her mind that it crumpled almost immediately.
A part of her became aware of Alex's fate: impaled on a too large pillar of rubber, body and face smothered in latex until he was little more than a featureless statue in a sea of equally featureless statues, mind wiped of even the minute amounts of intellect a Doll was capable of. Turned into a generator of blissful subservience, unable to exist in anything but that cycle of obedience and pleasure, amplifying the Doll mantra so that the only thought Tish's head was one of reverence and ecstasy at her Master's ingenuity.
All girls must be Dolls. All Dolls must obey Master. Even disobedience must be used to serve Master.
That thought sent her body into orgasm even before the pink spiral in the visor that had appeared on her head began wiping away any thoughts or id that weren't of use to Master. That caused her to have a second orgasm, making it easier for her control devices to slip in and seal her fate. The fate of all girls, as her blouse, skirt, and pantyhose began to change into pink latex; skin tight against expanding curves eager to meet Master's specifications.
She wasn't the only one enjoying her conversion, Doll Commander Alpha watching through a small screen on her own visor, floating high above campus in a manner not unlike how she arrived just yesterday. Her programming had been updating constantly, it's influence hampered by being trapped on campus and the LoV tower. However the need to improvise new methods of infection had led to some significant improvements in how they processed unconverted Dolls.
Part of it was her former teammate Psychometra, sure they could overpower her physically but her ability to neutralize a Doll made it important to prevent future telepaths from escaping. The other part of it was what to do with all the disobedient men and a few strong willed women whose minds had been crushed into dust by the programming.
The programming always had an answer though; it was designed by Master so of course it did. Even as the perfect vision of Master's will, Alpha still shuddered in bliss every time she touched the hive mind. Her own control devices vibrated and pulsed her to another obedient dollgasm as much as to reward her as it was to remind her of her own place. She could remain jealous of the slave generators all she wanted, there would be time for Master to obliterate her sense of self into a perfect machine of subservient ecstasy later.
That thought gave Alpha a sense of unease, as much as she was allowed to feel an emotion like unease. If anything it was because the programming had access to all of her memories and thoughts from before she knew her place at Master's feet, and it understood the threat. The LoV was all but captured; she had overseen Delta's conversion (another vibration and pulse shuddered through her. It had been so hot watching her former teammate come to understand Master's plan even before she was converted into a Commander) and the last two members in HQ would eventually suffer the same fate.
It was the other two that had her worried. Her programming assured her, molded her way of thinking to it, but clearly it also was thinking of the possible threats. Voodoo Queen and Maven both had been infected, she knew that, however since all services the Doll Commander's hadn't been able to capture were turned off they remained MIA. It was still only a matter of time before the inferior version of the virus got updated by the new and improved version currently turning Channel 7's number one reporter into a mindless Doll in record time, but until then...
Voodoo Queen wasn't a threat, not in the way Alpha was aware Maven could be. They needed to find her, in many ways it was one of the few things where Alpha might not be as perfect as she thought. Perhaps it's why she sought total conversion, her programming continued to let her know, let the spiral control her thoughts as Master's plan unfolded. It was only a matter of time before Delta finished at the LoV tower, after which her unique abilities would allow her to rescue Master in an instant.
