It was a big day. You and your friends, Drago, Pierce, Villa, and Clarke were finally going to see that movie. Nothing better to do on a Friday night. It was going to be the biggest movie of the year. What exactly was the movie? It was THE movie of course! Everyone was talking about it so you obviously knew what it was by now. Why else would you be seeing it?
  This was a special screening though. Since it was during women’s history month, the theater in question was doing a screening exclusively for women. Of course, in today’s world, that also includes trans femmes so you got to go too. It made you feel special. Of course it was questionable and a bit unfair to everyone else who wanted to see it, but you and your friends would be the ones to see it first! And the five of you would’ve been real uncool fools to pass up an opportunity like this!
  You drive up to the theater parking lot, and much to your dismay, you and your friends find that the theater was already packed with a huge line outside trying to get in. Turns out, half the human population is enough of a demographic who wanted to see the movie so badly and fill up the theaters. There was already a rather intimidating line to head in.
“Do you think maybe we should get in line?” Asked Villa. “Why Bother?” asked Pierce.
 “This is the only theater and chances and it’s too big of a movie for people to simply pass over, especially for the chance to see it early. That line looks way too long!”
Villa was too eager to see the movie though. Quitting was not on her mind.
“Let’s just get in line and see how fast it goes.”
“Yeah.” Said Drago. “Might as well get in now before it gets a lot worse.”
  So you wait in line like everyone else does. You talked among yourselves about what you predict will happen. Who’s gonna die? What will the resolution be? How will they tie up the series? Among your chatter, you barely notice that the line goes by surprisingly quickly. It’s like you’re not even in line for a two hour movie. Maybe there’s multiple theaters in the building showing it? Who knows?
But as the line progresses, you notice something just in the corner of your eye. The fact that it’s behind the building in the distance and at night makes it hard to see, but it looks like a line of people in single file walking out and disappearing over the hill behind the theater. Their arms look outstretched for some reason like they’re…. they’re….. In a conga line. But why?
Before you can make sense of it, your friends pull you back to let you know they’re about to enter the theater. The excitement to see the movie at last washes over you and you forget about that weird scene behind the theater. You buy your tickets and it turns out, all the theaters in the building really are showing the movie. So the line moving quickly earlier no longer seems suspicious to you. You and your friends have no trouble getting into a theater. You find your seats and chatter amongst yourselves quietly as the advertisements play and the theater fills up with other women until there’s no seat left.
Finally, after a whole year of waiting, speculating, and searching desperately for leaks, the movie you have all been waiting for is about to begin at long last! The screen is dark and the silence is deafening, as all the women and you have your eyes glued to the screen anticipating what will happen first. In the center, you see something in the center of the screen. It’s hard to make out at first, so you keep staring at it, eventually it grows big enough to be identifiable as a spiral. It slowly grows bigger and bigger, just slow enough that it occupies your attention and is the only thing worth staring at in the black void that is the screen.
You find it weird that this would be the introduction to the movie. It doesn’t seem fitting in accordance with any of the advertisements you’ve seen for it. But either way, it entices you. It captures your attention better than the exciting trailers ever did. As the spiral grows bigger, you find yourself more and more engaged with the sight before you. You don’t even seem to register that all the other girls in the theater are just as engaged with the spiral as you are. They all stare upwards at the screen, their minds focused solely on the swirls and nothing else. As they stare, they leave a mindless blank expression on each of their faces, with their mouths hanging out as if their IQ is slowly leaving their brains and replaced with nothing but swirls. You’re no different from them. The spiral seems to occupy your whole worldview. You don’t even register it when Drago’s popcorn loses balance on the arm of the chair and spills on your lap. That’s not important, that spiral on the screen is far more deserving of your attention.
As the spiral finally fills the screen, the swirls feel far more captivating in your eyes. They seem to envelope your senses as they are the only thing that seems to occupy your mind. You don’t have any thought besides the fantastical swirls on the screen. There seems to be no resistance or even the idea of resistance left in your head. Your mind is ready to be molded by anything you hear or take in from around you, you have no contradicting thoughts to anything at all. You have as much free will and control as a puppet.
Slowly but surely, you hear some noise begin to play from the speakers. Electronic beats of an uneven frequency fill the theater and go directly into your brain. You don’t exactly conceive what kind of music this is, but it fills your subconscious thought nonetheless. They don’t have any words, or any discernible language, but the beats seem to manipulate your mind, toying with your brain as if they are your very own thoughts. It would be like you speak their language, but you can’t register that they’re a foreign source and not your own thoughts. The beats compel you and the rest of the girls in the theater to reach your arms out in front of you. Within seconds, every woman in the theater has their arms outstretched as if they were reaching for the spiral itself. The beats change frequency and almost in unison, every woman in the theater stands up straight, their minds still focused on the screen. With another change in tune, everyone, including you, turns around 180 degrees away from the screen with your arms still outstretched. Your mind is no longer captivated by the screen behind you, but that doesn’t matter anymore. The spiral had already done it’s part making room in your brain. You, Drago, Villa, Pierce, Clarke, and every other woman in the theater, are now mindless puppets to the hypnotic frequencies of the beats as they’ve already taken root in the empty space of your minds.
The beats start to take on a specific rhythm now as the frequencies continue to fill your mind. With every beat, you are compelled to give your butt a little jiggle, as well as every other woman in the theater. Every beat seems to be louder than the last one and with the increasing volume, your butt shakes a little harder than the last. Louder and louder the frequencies rise as your ass shakes with increasing tenacity and fervor. By the time the frequencies reach max volume, you’re thrusting your ass up and down like there’s no tomorrow. There might as well be no tomorrow because you can’t even conceive tomorrow anymore. Every woman in the theater is thrusting their asses up and down with their asses towards the screen. The beats timed each woman to thrust at a specific moment, forming a wavelike motion going across each row.
Another sound begins to come into fruition. This time it’s word, lyrics from a song. “I said certified freak. Seven days a week.” The words drill themselves in your conscious mind. They’re the first thing you’ve been able to process ever since you went blank. “Wet and gushy. Make that pullout game WEAK! Ah~” Another subconscious frequency comes flowing into your minds as you and every other woman in the theater are compelled to squat. The combined butt shaking and squatting frequencies leave all of you in a mindless state of endless twerking with everyone synchronized to form a wave-like motion with their asses. “Yeah, you fucking with some wet ass pussy. Bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy” These words are the only thing that fills your conscious mind. They take root in your brain and the more you hear them, the more they compose your new personality. “Spit in my mouth, look at my eyes This pussy is wet, come take a dive” You realize that you are merely an object. Your wet ass pussy should be used by any men that feel like it. “Not a garden snake, I need a king cobra With a hook in it, hope it lean over” You just need to receive a good long fuck. You live to be penetrated. You won’t ever be happy until the man currently possessing his body has had his fill with you. Men’s pleasure is of utmost importance to you. These thoughts fill yours and the rest of the women's minds as you all continue to twerk endlessly. You fully take in these truths and accept that you were made to be reusable pleasure objects. But you feel incomplete. You need to be fully prepared if you’re going to satisfy the men you exist to please, but in your mindless state, you feel solace knowing that that’s exactly what you’ll be guided towards. So there’s no reason to refuse what happens next.
As the music ends, you are all still twerking. It’s all you know to do when you’re left to your own devices. A new frequency enters your ears. This one is longer than before as you all stop twerking to listen to it fully. Your subconscious mind receives a very specific set of instructions to follow. Each of your movements will be working perfectly as coded by the hypnotic frequencies to see it done. When the frequency ends, the first row of women proceeds to leave the theater, followed by the next row, and the next row, and the row after that. You follow Clarke in your row as your arms are still outstretched from earlier, never tiring. Your legs are stiff in their movements, never bending as you take perfect steps. Each row of women from the theater units in a single file line as you all mindlessly walk out of the building as if you were all zombies. Drago, Villa, and Pierce, follow your out in that order. The outdoors are dark, cold and you can barely make out Clarke’s brown skin and short hair. But that doesn’t matter. The frequencies programmed a very specific series of movements in your mind. You could be blindfolded and wearing headphones and you would still reach your programmed destination.
After three hours of nonstop walking, your destination is in sight. Some girls along the way tripped and fell but continued the movements on the ground as if they were wind up toys that fell over. They’re still there, mindlessly waiting for orders as they lay perfectly straight on the ground, thinking they’re standing. But you, Drago, Villa, Clarke, and Pierce made it along with 95% of the theater. You arrive at a large building big enough to be a massive warehouse. On the side of the building, there is a big bold logo that reads “CUNT HQ.” But you pay it no mind. As you walk right in, single file and arms still outstretched, you crowd assimilates with the crowd of girls you saw walking out from behind earlier. If only you knew this would be their fate, otherwise you would’ve thought twice about going in. But as it stands, now you can’t even think at all. You all stand up straight as you finally put your arms down after what seemed like ages, but time is irrelevant to you now. As the room fills up with more and more women from the theater, you mindlessly stand there staring off into space waiting for your next set of instructions. After two hours of waiting, a mysterious voice comes on over the intercom.
“What do you live for?” The voice asks.
“To be used to fulfill men’s sexual pleasure” you all reply in monotone unison.
“Are you complete?” the voice asks.
 “No. Our bodies must be perfected.” You all reply.
“Will you accept your modifications without resistance? No matter how severe?”
“No. Our bodies must be fully outfitted for soldier’s pleasure.”
“Gooood.” The voice responds in a sinister tone.
You see in front of you, several cylindrical chambers rise out of the ground. Each of them open up and the women proceed to enter in single file. When one steps in, the glass doors close and they descend down into the floor. You don’t question it, you don’t wonder where they’re taking down into, you just know you’re meant to step into that device and receive whatever mods your masters require from you. From your peripheral vision, to your right you see Drago descend into the chamber. A few people ahead of you, Villa steps into the machine as well. A minute later, Clarke descends into the machines in the line on the right. If you had any sense left in you, it would horrify you to see your friends undergo some kind of twisted conversion against their .. “free?”...will? But that wasn’t important. You couldn't even remember their names. 2 girls away from now, you yourself will even zombie walk right into that chamber yourself, and Peirce will witness you descend. In her mindless state, She will be just as indifferent to your fate as you were to your other friends in your mindless state.
It finally happens. You zombie walk right into the machine. As you enter, you put your hands to your side and stand up straight. The doors behind you close and there is no way out, not that that bothers you, that is, you’re right where you need to be. There is no noise coming in from the outside world. All you hear are the hypnotic beats repeating in your head like code in a computer program, and the whirling of the machine as it prepares you for your transformation.
You descend into the chamber below, in front of you you see all manner of mechanical limbs, designed to prod at your body. But you don’t pay them any mind. You don’t even realize what you’re staring at. A green laser grid lights up above your head, and descends over your body, picking up every little detail. The machine sees that you are still wearing your clothes. This will be cumbersome in the transformation process. Another arm emerges from the wall behind you…. With a knife! With ever so precise cutting, it makes a slit down the back of your shirt, through your pants and underwear, careful enough not to damage your skin. Another arm appears in front of you and makes another cut similar to the one on your back. Throughout all of this you don’t flinch, or even conceive the potential danger this presents. With both cuts made, your clothes are now split in half. The sides of your shirt dangle loosely like they’re just sleeves and your pants and underwear falls down. This makes it easier for the machines to remove them with very little effort from your part.
A light appears giving a signal to you to outstretch your arms to allow the arms to pull off your shirt halves. You take a step back and two more arms take away your pants and underwear. You are not completely naked, entirely vulnerable to whatever this machine has in store for you, but you don’t let that bother you. Nothing bothers you anymore except disobedience.
With another scan, the machine picks up that you are in fact, biologically male. But that doesn’t really change much, the machine was prepared to work with both genders. The machine descends further into the modification zone. It is dark, it seems like an empty void save for the platform you’re standing on and the light coming from the above chamber. You see the light again, the light that subconsciously tells you to outstretch you arms. You do so, and from the darkness comes two robotic arms holding a breastplate. From the outside, the breastplate is seen to have two massive breasts. They are made of a synthetic material designed to be pleasurable to the touch.
  It hooks itself onto your body, and it seems to take root. The machine injects your body with an aphrodisiac and throughout your body, you feel nothing but pleasure. The pleasure prevents you from feeling the excruciating pain as the wires dig into your body and convert your body from flesh to machine. The feeling is so intense, you feel your dick begin to rise with pleasure, even if you don’t register it. This allows another arm to come out, this with a machine that looks like a large fleshlight, to be hooked to your genitals. You feel it suck hard into your dick. The feeling is intense, it feels so perfect on your dick, the texture is something men only dream of feeling, too bad you aren’t able to realize it. The feeling is so intense it takes you only a few seconds before you start cumming massive loads. You ejaculate so much, too much for any normal human to be able to ejaculate, and it feels like you blow more than just your semen, soon enough, you feel nothing there. The machine backs away and your dick and balls are all gone. Only a smooth malleable surface. Another arm comes and takes its place, this time it his holding a codpiece with the same technology as the breastpiece. It equips itself onto your person without any resistance from you. The codpiece has a synthetic vagina designed to remain always tight no matter how used. The codpiece wires dig into your flesh and you’re still placated by the aphrodisiac, as it digs into your body, converting your flesh, and building a new uterus inside you.
The wires from your breastplate and codpiece fill up your body, altering its chemical makeup. The wires make room in your body, shrinking your hips and shoulder space into a more feminine position. The wires in the codpiece inflate your ass and expand your thighs, as they are converted from human flesh into the synthetic fibers more pleasurable to human cock. It doesn’t hurt though, it feels normal. The breast and codpiece feel like they’re one with you. Once the important parts on your body are fully converted into the material, the completion process begins. More arms appear from the darkness. You are equipped with a metal corset to retain your feminine shape. Two more arms appear at your sides equipping your hips and outer thighs with thigh armor. The darkness then equips you with metal boots, they appear at the front and the back and when they unite, they snap together sealing your legs in. The same process happens to your arms and your back. Your hands are left exposed. But the wires make their way through your body converting you fully into a machine.As they travel through your legs and arms, they connect with the armor pieces attached to you and convert your flesh into machines. Your human body no longer seems to exist. The armor no longer feels like armor, It is no different from your flesh. As for your hands, they are converted into the same pleasurable material on your breasts, thighs, pussy and ass, and soon,, your face as well as the wires make their way into your head. The wires convert your ears into something else, a shape that makes it easier to plug… something… in.
At this moment, the hypnotic beats have just about worn off. It takes you a moment, but you regain your bearings as the fuzz in your mind seems to fade and your brough back into the light. Your eyes take a moment to dart around and you realize you’re not in the theater anymore. Before you could even look at what happened to you, you feel two devices slam into where your ears used to be. You shoot up in attention and your mind is officially taken over. Your brain is flooded with all kinds of code and commands that officially kill off your humanity. With the final attachment of the receivers on the sides of your heads, you have officially become a sexbot, a C.U.N.T. unit. Your mind is officially gone and couldn’t possibly be recovered. In its place are computer commands telling you you are nothing but a sexbot for military personnel.
Finally, the machine descends and you step out. In Front of you, you walk forward into a large hallway. The walls are lined with storage pods for other C.U.N.T units. Some are occupied and some are empty because their occupants are being used. You see the other sexbots being “tested” by the soldiers. Clarke is seen on her knees sucking one off. Drago is in a Jack-o pose taking it raw up the ass, but that's okay, her ass was designed for that. Villa is on her hands and knees doggy style.
“Oh boy! Dibs on this one!” a soldier yells behind you as he grabs your breasts, fondling them intimately. You of course don’t react at all to this. This is what you’re meant for after all. “Say the line, bitch!” the soldier said. “This C.U.N.T. has been programmed to pleasure all cocks in the army.” You repeat the mindless mantra that plays like a broken record in your head.
“Good girl!” he responded
“Now lay down!”
Your movements are robotic as you lay down on the floor and spread your legs. The soldier undoes his pants and tosses them down. Your robotic sensors read his cock is in optical state to be used on you. You moisten your robo-pussy for instantly ready use. He bends down and slams into you. The soldier aggressively thrusts back and forth into you, excited to take in a free virgin robopussy. With your new machine functions, you tighten your bot hole around his dick further to maximize the pleasure for him. As you are being violently thrusted into, the computer sends dopamine into your still human brain, rewarding you for your services to the C.U.N.T. cause. A minute later, Clarke comes out of the chamber as another C.U.N.T. unit. The soldier gets an idea. “Hey you! Make out with this one!” Clarke obliged and lays down next to you. She pulls your face in with one arm and masturbates with the other. Another soldier pushes his way towards you two and takes advantage of Clarke, putting her in the same position of being violently fucked as you are while your computer mind tells you to focus your attention on fighting tongues with Clarke and hers the same to you. This was how You, Drago, Villa, Pierce, and Clarke, would spend the rest of your days. Being used as mindless sex objects for any soldier that wants to use you.