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While the global prevalence of the MWO highlighted the homogeneous nature of the new world, many often forgot that the MWO began as a fast-growing political movement in the US.
Tit-Dancer remembered how things were before the MWO. She'd been a Feminist Senator, she had railed against the MWO elements in the US government and when the MWO won just a few years after their emergence, Tit-Dancer, like many of her Feminist peers in government, were among the first to be captured and prisoned.
Tit-Dancer had been sent to an experimental facility. The Exemplar, it was called. Before the MWO won, she'd heard rumors of such a place. Experiments on kidnapped women and captured Feminist soldiers and militants, both mental and physical transformations - all designed to morph them into the "ideal MWO woman."
Tit-Dancer tried to resist as they restrained her, as they hooked her body up to the different machines that they would. She tried hard, trying to remember her memories as a Feminist, as a woman, as a fiancé. She held on to a specific memory. It was the 4th of July and she and her girlfriend met with their other friends as they barbecued, danced, drank... and that night, as the fireworks ripped through the sky, her girlfriend proposed to her. Tit-Dancer said yes.
But as Tit-Dancer felt herself forget her name, felt her thoughts of independence and strength as a Feminist leaver her mind; as she felt her body get sculpted, her thighs fattened, her ass expanded, her hips narrowed, her breasts expanded, permanent make-up etched onto her face... as her entire existence and physical being morphed at the Exemplar, the only thing left of that memory was that 4th of July was a holiday that was important. Not the people she used to share it with, not who she had become that one night.
When her body emerged from the chamber, 2 weeks after she was sent there, they put her in front of a mirror. She knew she didn't initially recognize herself, that there was something incredibly different about how she looked... and then it was all familiar, her mind told her that was how she always looked. She'd once been a Feminist. And feminists were whores. So of course, she looked the way she did. They named her Tit-Dancer and put her on the open market, with no indication as to who she had been just 14 days before.
She was bought at the first sale. Some rich man in Boston, as a gift to his son and his friends. They were entering their junior year of college, had just moved to their own apartment and Tit-Dancer would be their live-in maid and whore. The son was so happy, he let his dad fuck his new whore as a thank you gesture.
It was the 4th of July again. Tit-Dancer could hear her owners and their friends drinking and partying the room over. She was in the kitchen, making sure dinner was ready for the whole lot of them. They kept her naked, and whenever anyone walked in to get a drink, they were sure to slap her on her fat ass. Tit-Dancer was used to it. She even craved it a little. That's what women craved, she had learned. Pain, sex, cock, humiliation, degrading. And Tit-Dancer knew she should be grateful, because she got so much of it from her owners.
The kitchen timer went off and Tit-Dance bent down to open the oven. In an hour, they would set off the fireworks, and her owners would start passing her around for the rest of the night, to be fucked by them and their guests under the stars and lightshow in the sky. It was her first 4th of July since the MWO. Tit-Dancer looked forward to the memorable milestone.
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While the global prevalence of the MWO highlighted the homogeneous nature of the new world, many often forgot that the MWO began as a fast-growing political movement in the US.
Tit-Dancer remembered how things were before the MWO. She'd been a Feminist Senator, she had railed against the MWO elements in the US government and when the MWO won just a few years after their emergence, Tit-Dancer, like many of her Feminist peers in government, were among the first to be captured and prisoned.
Tit-Dancer had been sent to an experimental facility. The Exemplar, it was called. Before the MWO won, she'd heard rumors of such a place. Experiments on kidnapped women and captured Feminist soldiers and militants, both mental and physical transformations - all designed to morph them into the "ideal MWO woman."
Tit-Dancer tried to resist as they restrained her, as they hooked her body up to the different machines that they would. She tried hard, trying to remember her memories as a Feminist, as a woman, as a fiancé. She held on to a specific memory. It was the 4th of July and she and her girlfriend met with their other friends as they barbecued, danced, drank... and that night, as the fireworks ripped through the sky, her girlfriend proposed to her. Tit-Dancer said yes.
But as Tit-Dancer felt herself forget her name, felt her thoughts of independence and strength as a Feminist leaver her mind; as she felt her body get sculpted, her thighs fattened, her ass expanded, her hips narrowed, her breasts expanded, permanent make-up etched onto her face... as her entire existence and physical being morphed at the Exemplar, the only thing left of that memory was that 4th of July was a holiday that was important. Not the people she used to share it with, not who she had become that one night.
When her body emerged from the chamber, 2 weeks after she was sent there, they put her in front of a mirror. She knew she didn't initially recognize herself, that there was something incredibly different about how she looked... and then it was all familiar, her mind told her that was how she always looked. She'd once been a Feminist. And feminists were whores. So of course, she looked the way she did. They named her Tit-Dancer and put her on the open market, with no indication as to who she had been just 14 days before.
She was bought at the first sale. Some rich man in Boston, as a gift to his son and his friends. They were entering their junior year of college, had just moved to their own apartment and Tit-Dancer would be their live-in maid and whore. The son was so happy, he let his dad fuck his new whore as a thank you gesture.
It was the 4th of July again. Tit-Dancer could hear her owners and their friends drinking and partying the room over. She was in the kitchen, making sure dinner was ready for the whole lot of them. They kept her naked, and whenever anyone walked in to get a drink, they were sure to slap her on her fat ass. Tit-Dancer was used to it. She even craved it a little. That's what women craved, she had learned. Pain, sex, cock, humiliation, degrading. And Tit-Dancer knew she should be grateful, because she got so much of it from her owners.
The kitchen timer went off and Tit-Dance bent down to open the oven. In an hour, they would set off the fireworks, and her owners would start passing her around for the rest of the night, to be fucked by them and their guests under the stars and lightshow in the sky. It was her first 4th of July since the MWO. Tit-Dancer looked forward to the memorable milestone.