KKWW presents Fracture and Karma

KKWW presents Fracture and Karma (mind control, hypnosis, male dominate, male/female, bimbofication)

Who is she?

She was born in a collective in the motherland. A simple child born of the proletariat. At school her natural athletic ability was noted and soon a representative of the government was dispatched. The representative met with her parents and a price was agreed upon.

She was sent to a camp for gymnasts and other athletes, at her 5 foot 2 inch height she was perfect. She was placed as a youth celebrity with beautiful platinum blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. The ideal of her country given shape. Beauty, athleticism, devotion, family, country.

Then the Olympic tryout? A disaster. The footage was scrubbed. When her country needed her she was weak. How can you have a star athlete, pride of her county, and her body give out? Disgraceful. Because of the damage to her knee, the inability to perform, unable to make her country proud, she was removed from the team.

18 months later, at her parent's farm they came to her "how is your knee snowflake? You can still help the state. You just need some other training " the man in the suit told her. Desperate to not be stuck on the damn farm she agreed.

2 years later

на территории страны действует иностранная компания. внедрить туда и сообщите нам. "there is a foreign company operating in the motherland. infiltrate and report back to us."

2 days later in an closed O'STIN

"Welcome please take a seat, orientation will start in a few minutes, you speak English? " the woman asked in a tall lanky man with unruly hair said as he entered the information from her паспорт гражданина Российской Федерации (international passport)

"Yes, from university. I speak English ok" Aleksándra said with a smile.

"Ok, Aleksándra we will start in a few minutes, you can find a seat" he said, handing her back her papers and moving onto the next in line.

4 month later

From the outside it gives the appearance of an abandoned Haussmannian Building: The iconic, 19th-century, 6 story, cream-colored limestone apartment blocks with grey zinc roofs. Originally designed to fit the urban grid of Paris. Now the neighbors call it one word; Eyesore. To the elite of society it is called the crown jewel of the KKWW empire, a land of opulence and desire made reality. At Kafé Klub de Paris only the exotic will do. People of all shapes and sizes, ages, nationalities, even giants to small people. Une saveur pour tous les goûts is the motto. If you desire it they will make it happen. An exotic circus for their eyes and to comfort the body.

A chime sounds and a yellow light flashes 2 times signals it is a Tuesday in the dormitory.

Alexy Doll wakes up along with the other 24 dolls of her shift. They as a group go to the showers, dry off, then still naked go to the cafeteria and eat in silence.

Afterwards, her shift goes to hair and make-up. A hairstylist braids her long platinum blonde hair while the make-up artist rubs her still nude body with the custom body lotion with gold flecks. With her hair finished the make-up artist finishes with her face. Alexy finishes by putting on her short tutu, ballet shoes, and nothing else. No modesty, no thoughts, just a doll 1.0. When the dolls in her shift are finished they report as a shift to the front room.

The day manager David sits at his desk reading the day's reservations. Any early encounter rooms are assigned. The waitstaff are assigned and wait to be deployed to their tables. Where Kafé Klub de Paris is different is the entertainment. He then selects 2 male dolls to act as mimes. A plus sized woman and a midget sit on swings suspended from the ceiling. A few bodybuilder dolls to pop and lock flexing poses. Some beautiful female dolls hold vases or a tray of fruit as living art situated throughout the Klub. Alexy and 2 others are selected as riders. The riders sit on perfectly all white horses and are led by a handler to be reserved a la carte.

As the doors open for the day, the attendant helps Alexy onto the horse. With every step of the horse, her breasts bounced and she could feel the horse's back against her raw sex, it sent a shiver through her core.

Halfway through her shift, a fat man at a table raises his hand to his waitress "Je prends celle-là, la petite blonde." The waitress, a tall African woman, tells Alexy’s attendant of the sale. He whispers orders to Alexy "Encounter room 6. Comply", Alexy nods. She stands up straight on the Horse's back then does a spiraling back flip, lands a perfect 10 pose, and then marches off to the encounter room 6.

Alexy with her 5'2" frame, is usually reserved for Subscribers with younger tastes that are rebuked by the over 18 years old rule that set in stone in every Klub.

"Que désirez-vous ?" Alexy asks in French as she slides down her tutu.

While a new Doll is being sent from the processing center to their new home Klub, they are given sleep taught language lessons via earbuds of that Klub's country's main language. Knowing they will encounter subscribers native to that country.

The french man of 50 years old sits on the bed with his pants and boxers around his ankles. "Sers-moi, mon enfant, et appelle-moi papa ensuite." He says with a smile. "Oui, papa." She says dropping to her knees and taking his tiny hard cock into her mouth.

Memory rollback 35 minutes

"Alexy, encounter room 4. Comply" David said looking up from his laptop. Alexy opens her eyes confused. Her last memory was being on a horse a second ago. She doesn't dwell on the thought, she has been given new instructions to follow. She exits the front room, her emotions return as her feet touch the Klub floor. She skips blissfully past the bar, and the restaurant where she gets déjà vu passing the horse rider and attendant.

The request card in the slot of the encounter room 4 said "acrobat style". Alexy entered the room, the door clicked locked behind her. The subscriber looked like a strong young man, his penis hardening as she exposed herself pulling down her tutu.

Alexy pushed him against the wall, kissing him deeply. She then did a back flip, landing her knees just behind his shoulders facing in the same direction as him. She interlocked her feet and fell forward. As he fell back against the wall with the weight, she put her hands on his thighs to balance then took him into her mouth. Her knees moved his head forward and she could feel his mouth tongue eating her out.

Rollback 40 minutes

Alexy opened her eyes. End of her shift. Monique the Night manager, a tall statuesque African/ french woman was talking to David as he signed off from his computer and the day shift. As the night shift dolls filtered into stand at attention for their shift.

Alexy's shift walked down the stairs to the underground. Alexy's shift removed their short pink tutus, placed them in the hamper and stepped into the shower. When a Doll was finished a next one to their place. The other dolls stood and dried off and silently waited. No modesty or any need to cover up after all what does the product need of modesty?

Alexy and her shift, walked to the cafeteria, got their food then still nude and sat and ate in silence. When they were done they returned to their designated bunks and slept.

Alexy doll was in an endless existence. Wait tables, sex in the encounter room, horse riders with gymnastic dismounts, or sit on the giant swing. She could have been there 10 years or 20 minutes. Day shift or night, with the rollbacks she didn't know and her empty doll brain didn't let her care.

A few weeks later,

"Alexy, encounter room 9. Comply" David grumbled as the order was late just before shift change. Alexy opened her eyes and left to follow instructions. She skipped to the encounter room. Knocked and slipped inside.

"Your request card wasn't filled out, would you like to experience tonight?" Alexy asked with a vapid smile.

The man sitting naked on the bed looked up and smiled at her. "Oh... Sweets, you'll do" He said in an Australian accent wiping his fingers under his bloody nose. Lines of powder were on the nightstand.

The man was 6 foot 2 inches, a full foot taller than Alexy. He was solid muscle with full sleeves of tattoos and a lime green mohawk. He put his hand at the back of her head, she smiled as she was trained to do expecting a kiss. Instead he headbutted her, breaking her nose, knocking her out unconscious.

Alexy woke up to a copper taste in her mouth. Blood. She opened her eyes and she was on the bed nude. He was doing more lines from the white powder on the nightstand. Violence...violence was pro... prohibited by a doll or from a subscriber to a doll, it was a session and subscription canceling offense . Alexy reached for the panic button as she was trained to do in case of emergency. He noticed. He moved too fast for her. He pulled her up by her braided ponytail. He palmed her head in his hand. The last this she saw before the darkness enveloped her again was the wall accelerating at her face.

The door closing woke her up. Pain her entire body was racked with pain. Her vision was blurry. She could feel were he penetrated her unconscious form. She could taste the blood in her mouth mixed with his seed.

The timer with the panic button from the nightstand was destroyed on the floor in pieces. She couldn't think straight. She left the room to alert security. To get help. She saw him, he was there getting a drink from the bar. "Остановите, остановите его. Кто-нибудь, позовите охрану. Остановите его." She called out, the words foreign even to her. Her head hurt badly as the blood poured down her face. English, Russian, and a little French mixed in her mind, she was unsure what words came out of her mouth.

Alexy grabbed his left arm with the intent to slow him down until security arrived.

"Jin come here, this feed is amazing" Martin said from his desk. Jin had come into his office to talk about the weekend numbers. Jin watched the man with the mohawk slam the short female face first into the walls so gard that the reinforced walls shook. Then to Jin’s horror the man fucked her. "That's monstrous, is she dead?" Jin asked, repulsed. "Oh... let me fast forward, " Martin said gleefully.

Jin watched as the dead doll woke up, then forced herself to her feet. Then the feed split into 3 camera angles. The still nude and bloody doll stumbled out of the encounter room hall. The man tried to sneak out. He stopped at the bar. Then the doll saw him and yelled. "Did security grab him?" Jin asked, she tried to look away but couldn't. "No better. Watch" her creator instructed. The doll grabbed the man by the arm. He swung with his free hand. She ducked and drove her heels into his kneecap bending his knee in the wrong direction. The man howled in pain. He bent forward and she drove her knee into his temple knocking him unconscious. The girl let out a primal scream before collapsing on the floor. "Amazing, simply amazing," Martin said, clapping.

The medical team came and took the subscriber and Alexy Doll off to the small hospital in one of the wings of the enormous building.

A day later, Alexy woke up in a hospital bed. Her whole body hurt, her broken nose was set.she had been cleaned, her skin felt cold and clammy. Her mind was a constant stream of images and memory. It was as if someone rewound the tape then fast forwarded it just to rewind it and start over. Her entire existence as a doll all bled together.

"It's bleed, we have to remove her," the nurse said. "We already got rid of him. We put him in a car and made it look like an accident. Do the same?" The security guard asked. "Clean her, dress her up, she has been summoned. I'm to escort her to Tribeca" Monique said, annoyed.

"Does he know she is in full memory bleed? She needs to be removed. She is no good to anyone in this state" The nurse said, growing more anxious. "He is going to remove us all if he finds out. I have a family. I can't be a doll. So clean her up and get her fucking dressed. Unless you want to serve in the encounter room" Monique ordered angrily.

The nurse brought Alexy hospital scrubs "Alexy get dressed comply " the nurse said and Alexy was shaking and she looked at her like she couldn't understand. Then she nodded "исполнять" and got dressed.

Monique took Alexy to the private Klub jet waiting at the airport. Monique had dressed in her finest for her audience with the founder with Alexy as the prize. She assumed she would be rewarded for dealing with the situation. They had announced the subscriber had overdosed on drugs he smuggled into the Klub hidden in his clothing. He had attacked the doll who had died from her injuries.

When they arrived at the private hanger; standing in front of the gangway were 2 women. One was a tall blonde in a full leather coat over a snow leopard printed shirt dress and knee high black leather boots. Her arms were folded under her ample breasts. "Sorry, Lovely only her " she said with an Australian accent.

But... but ...I'm her "manager," Monique said in shock. "We saw what happened. We will be in touch with you and your staff" Said Jin, wearing a black pantsuit and a full length fur coat. The two women escorted Alexy up into the plane "don't worry Lovely you are safe now" Melanie said with a smile.

5 hours later

"Aleksándra my name is Martin, I'm your creator. I made you, here just now. I honestly need your help. Our job is to find people cast adrift in life and give them purpose they couldn't achieve on their own. There are people who would prevent us. I need your strength to protect our family, me and your sisters" Martin said, sitting on the ground next to her.

Alexy was nude but it didn't matter. He was her creator; she had no modesty where he was concerned. Her mind was full of a pink palace of pain and pleasure. She remembered everything since waking up as a doll 1.0. She was compelled to believe everything he said. She could feel her mind realigning itself. Becoming clearer, his words were a salve and the images faded and the voices and experiences did as well.

"защищать? Ye...yes I can protect ...my ... how you say? My family" Alexy said getting to her feet

"Jin? Melanie? You can come in. Escort your new sister downstairs to your apartment. Put her with Luna" Martin said with a smile. "Come on Lovely, let's find you some clothing. The colonizer isn't that bad once you get to know her." Melanie said with a warm smile as Jin shook her head.

Alexy felt home for the first time in her existence.

Fin.

Epilogue. KARMA

It is called the "Pink Room" by subscribers to gain entry. It is elegance given shape. A nod to the tradition of the Circus in France going back to the 18th century; but seen through the lens of the Klub. It is Kafé Klub de Paris.

It is noon. The lunch time rush. On the restaurant side, a short Irish girl with red hair in a pixy cut wearing only her doll uniform of a short pink tutu asked "sir, can I get ya anything else for ya?" The man thought for a minute. "Je vais prendre le grand Africain, le blond, là-bas." He said with a gesture to a 6'2" African doll with short bleached blonde hair wearing her doll tutu. She was doing ballerina poses holding onto a bar with 2 other dolls.

"Good choice sir" the Irish doll said and motioned for an attendant to put in the subscriber’s a la carte order.

The attendant walked up to Monique doll and told her her new instructions. "Encounter room 6. Comply" to which she nodded and walked off happily to follow instructions.

Monique doll was a popular day shift doll. In a place where beauty and exotic looks were praised. She had both. To the night shift however that is a different story.

Almost 6 years ago.

Monique St. Claire. Born in Kenya. Immigrated to Paris as a child. Worked hard to rise up through the ranks of society until she married a wealthy business man and had a daughter now in university. She was recruited to be the night manager of the Paris klub where she was ruthless in monetizing the dolls. Causing memory bleeds and other injuries. She had been warned multiple times.

One night, Monique sat at her laptop giving out doll instructions while sipping a cup of mocha. When chaos erupted. The security team and medical team carried in an unconscious man bleeding from the nose and mouth, one of his knees hanging and at an odd angle. "The fuck happened to him?" Monique yelled. The security guard motioned to a short blonde doll sitting between 2 of the medical staff "she did"

Alexy doll sat quivering on the floor nude. She had 2 black eyes, she tasted blood in her mouth. Her knee screamed in pain from driving it into the temple of the subscriber who attacked her. Violence. One of the few taboo acts in the Klub. Her body went automatic. No doll moves like that, what the subscribers that witnessed the fight said in hushed whispers.

Alexy mumbled in a mixture of French, English, and Russian. "It's bleed, it's memory bleed" one of the nurses said, shining a light in her eyes. "Shut up, get her stabilized first," the other nurse grumbled.

Between the stress and anxiety, the metaphorical VHS tape that had been Alexy's memory had snapped. Now every experience since opening her eyes as a doll 1.0 flooded her mind without context.

2 hours later, the subscriber; Marcus Quaid had been loaded into a crashed car. The popular punk rock star had traces on cocain and other drugs in his system. That was his reputation for excess and nobody turned a blind eye. He was taken to the local hospital then arrested.

"Reset Alexy, reset..." the nurses tried to coax her into safe mode and memory rest. "Tellement de fois, I can't мыслить ясно" Alexy mumbled

"If it doesn't work. Cull it" Monique said coldly. Then her phone rang. "Mrs. St Claire. I have been watching the video. Bring the doll in the video to me in New York in 2 days" the call ended. "Stop, stop. Get her cleaned up and she is going to New York with me. Orders from the founder" Monique said calmly then went to work.

2 days later, Monique exited the limo at the airport with Alexy. Standing before her was a stern Japanese woman in a silk pantsuit. "Not you. Her" Jin said pointing to Alexy. "But my reward? I brought her to you" Monique said, her anger rising. "You did your job, nicely done. Now go home" Jin ordered then turned taking Alexy by hand into the lobby.

At home, Monique fumes at her disrespect for days. Then she called out sick for days then quit. She sued for an unsafe work environment. KKWW sued for breach of contract and violation of her NDA.

A year later, the judge ruled in the Klub’s favor and against Monique’s lawsuit.

2 months later.

Monique returned home. Her husband was sick. She had gone to the store for some items while her daughter, home from university on holiday, took care of him.

The lights were out. No sound. Her family wasn't home. She called their phones, maybe they went to the hospital? No answer. A sharp blow to her leg and she crumpled to the floor. She tried to get up, a foot bounced her head off the ground.

"You didn't think you could raise a hand against us?" The cool voice with a slight Russian lit growled in her ear. She knew that voice. The one she took to the airport, broken. She had seen her with the founder's daughters in the Klub. But how? "Alexy?" She whispered. "Da" she replied. While the Russian woman was half her size, Monique couldn’t move a muscle against her.

Monique saw Alexy remove a visor from a pouch and then slipped it over her eyes. Her ears were incase in the headset and beep as the noise canceling activated. "Welcome to KKWW, my name is Martin..." the video played. Monique tried to close her eyes but the siren song of the subliminals put her in a highly suggestive state.

Alexy felt Monique go limp under her. A beeping sequence sounded and signaled its orientation was finished. Alexy removed the headset. "Stand up, Strip until you are naked. Comply" Alexy ordered. Monique obeyed and stood, slightly swaying, and waited for further instructions. Alexy pulled out her phone. "Da. It me. Operator #0006. I am sending one down to the van. Put her with the other 2" Alexy said, ending the call. "Go downstairs. There is white van. Enter it follow instructions. Comply" Alexy said and Monique obeyed.

5 minutes ago

Monique doll entered the encounter room with a smile and a bounce in her step. "What would you like to experience?" She asked. "Mets-toi à genoux. Prends ma bite dans ta bouche et suce jusqu'à ce que je sois bien échauffé" he said.

Monique dropped to her knees and licked the head of his cock then swallowed it to the root. He pulled out then let her up and laid her on the bed and entered her. He pushed into her fully. Her powerful legs wrapped around him pulling him tightly against her. She cried out as he filled her with his seed. 2 more times and the alarm on the nightstand filled the encounter room. He dressed, paid with his Klub MasterKard, tipped, and then left.

Monique doll pulled her short tutu back up, left the encounter room, and walked happily to the front office.

Once in the front room, she turned in the payment receipt, returned to her spot in the back of the room in safe mode as her memory rolled back.

A nurse approached the Monique doll and did a quick inspection to make sure there were no cuts or bruises. Then signed off the doll as ready for her next instructions.

The nurse used to work the night shift. She was there that night. She knew who Monique Doll was. She kept her mouth closed. The one inside rule of the staff. Don't fuck with the Klub.

Karma? Klub style

Fin.