The Salon's Captives

CHAPTER 1: Lisa Wang

Lisa Wang was a twenty-five-year-old woman. United States of America citizen of Chinese descent. She had long straight black hair, a pretty face, and a slim body that sport natural 32B breasts. A leggy beauty that stood around 5'9". She graduated from law school with flying color. She believed that her life was already set for greatness and success. Never passed on her mind that someone already plans for her downfall.

It's all began from the girl's day out with her family. She planned to visit a new Salon and Spa that recently opened in town as she got her hand on a special discount voucher; a buy 2 get 1 free. She had a good impression of that place as she watched several socialites and local celebrities promoted the place. If she counted her mom and sister, the voucher was simply a godsend for her. Her Mom, Susan Wang, 48 years old, the boys in her neighborhood consider her as the MILF on the block. She was a teacher in one of the local high school. Lisa believed the pretty and clever genetic that running in the family was inherited from her mother. Her little sister, Erika Wang, 20 years old, was probably the most gifted of her family. Not only that she had inherited the beauty of her mother, but she also cut above the rest in terms of intelligence. Even as far as being labeled as a child genius, Erika did not choose to spend her time just studying. Throughout her high school life and now as a university student, she had joined the cheerleader club. She had been a pretty popular girl in school because of her brain and beauty. Erika was a pearl in her mother's eyes. Lisa had never grown jealous of her little sister, she had been quite smart herself, proven by how she able to graduate with a high GPA in law school, instead she had been always proud of her little sister, the gap in their age let Lisa thought herself as a protector and role-model for her little sister instead of her rival. The girls grew up under her mother's teaching of how important was family bonds between them. Thus, with it had been a tradition for them since they were a child, their girl's day out had always been a special bonding time for the family as all of them usually pretty busy with their stuff.

The group of three women reached the Salon at noon. "Welcome to Complete Workout Beauty Salon." A man, dressed neatly in the Salon's uniform greets them after Lisa showed her special voucher to the receptionist.

"My name is Dirt E. Douche. Pardon if my name sounds a bit crass. The E stands for Edgaf by the way. I will be your concierge for today." The man, Dirt E. Douche introduced himself. Lisa frowned, she held suspicious that it wasn't his real name. His name sounded like a name for some pimp instead of a concierge of a reputable establishment.

Well, a name is just a name, no need to put a label on someone just because of his name. Lisa brushed the matter about Dirt E. Douche name aside.

"Follow me, my ladies." the three women followed the man deeper into the building.

"Our first stop is our miraculous salon. Let's the professional here tamper…I mean pamper you, and give you a dazzling makeover." Dirt E. Douche brought the family to the salon room hallway, there were several rooms across the hall. Douche said that those were private rooms.

A room for each guest, this salon deserved its reputation for a high-class establishment. Lisa was quite surprised by the private rooms, but her attention quickly shifted to another matter that challenged her view on the salon once again.

Three female staff in uniform was already waiting for them when Douche brought the three Wangs in the Salon's hallway. A platinum blonde, a brunette, and a woman with neon green colored hair. But aside from their hair colors, they had a similar hairstyle, a shoulder-length bob-cut. Their makeup was perfect to accentuate their faces. They wore a short uniform which came midway down the thighs of very shapely legs. The uniform seems one size too small for them as the buttons stressed their buxom body.

First was the weird concierge, now, the women staff that appear a lot sexual than the standard.

This isn't the wrong place right? No, what was I think, they probably have their reasons, because so far their service was excellent and deserving their reputation. Yeah, there must be a reason...like company policies! and they are all pretty girls, so...maybe it's a promotion gimmick.

Why I think too much about what they wore? it's normal for a pretty woman to wear something this sexual...right?

Unbeknownst to them, the moment Douche greeted them at the receptionist lobby, the family already got ensnared by the special perfume smell used by the Salon. The special perfume relaxed the mind of whoever was exposed to it, lowering their inhibitions. With dulled mind, lowered inhibitions, and the salon's reputable front, the three of them currently trying to make a justification to what they saw that they could accept in their mind.

Lisa chose to go with the platinum blonde woman, her mother went with brunette, and her sister went with the neon-green haired woman. Lisa followed the blonde to one of the rooms. The room appeared to be quite high-tech with a cutting-edge technology massage chair. A full-body mirror was placed at the front. A lot of hairdressing tools, makeup kits, and bottles of varying products are placed at the surrounding leather-clad wall.

"Please have a seat and be comfortable while I prepare the necessary equipment." The blonde hairdresser led Lisa to sit on the chair.

The chair was indeed as comfortable as it looked. Lisa thought as she enjoyed the vibration of the massage chair.

She watched the blonde woman who was currently busy preparing an assortment of tools from the wall behind through the mirror reflection. Lisa soon got bored and shut her eyes close. The combination of the massage chair vibrations and the mellow music currently playing in the background quickly brought her to a trance-like relaxed state.

"Excuse me, Miss!" The blonde call woke Lisa up from the god-know-how-long nap she got.

"Huh!?" Lisa was finally aware of her situation.

"I apologize that I dozed off, I can't help it because the chair is so comfortable." Lisa laughed dryly.

"Never mind it; there is no one that could resist the combination of our chair plus our subliminal music yet." The blonde replied.

"The what?" Lisa asked if she misheard it.

"Don't fret about it; just forget it as if you never heard it."

I need to forget what I heard…Obey the instruction from the staff…

They know the best…Obey…

"Obey…" Lisa mumbled weakly without she even realized it, but that weak whisper couldn't escape the hearing of the blonde woman because she already anticipated it.

"I think we are ready now, let's us begin, miss….?"

"Lisa Wang." The pretty black-haired girl answered.

"My name is Bambi, I will be your hairstylist and your best friend in this room, so it's fine for me to call you miss Wanker, right? After all, you are no stranger to that nickname"

Lisa frowned, What did this bitch just said? as if she doesn't know what a wanker means!

No, wait...she is her best friend, it's fine for her to call me a wanker, right?

New fuzzy memories began to take place in Lisa's mind. Memories that should be never happened in her real life, but her brain tried to fill the gaps with fake memories to justify her new belief. The memories associated with the word 'wanker' and how it became her nicknames. She remembered that she was addicted to watching porn, and her friend had caught her watch it when she tried to jill herself. Thus the nickname Lisa Wanker was created.

What are you thinking Lisa!? as if you are never called a wanker in your whole life! The frown was erased from her face as she giggled remembering her fake memories.

"Are you ready, Miss Wanker? I will give you a full makeover that you never imagined." Bambi said and Lisa nodded in response.

Bambi began to work with her scissor, unexpectedly, the first she cut wasn't Lisa's hair, but she began to cut Lisa's dress strap apart and threw away the ruined dress after she has done tearing it. Soon, Lisa was only in her underwear.

"A pretty woman doesn't dress in lame and boring clothes, let's this idea sink in your mind."

Bambi then gave her scissor to the black-haired woman, "Cut your panties and bra yourself. When you go home later, tear all your clothes and underwear aside from the sluttiest one you have." Lisa did not protest nor tried to resist those awful ideas, she knew her best friend had her best interest in mind and she would give good advice. At the time when Lisa cut her bra and panties, she began to felt the pleasure rushing inside her brain.

It's good to obey.

"Nice…Very nice," said Bambi as she ogled the now nude Lisa, "You have very beautiful tits. Sadly, it's not the right size, you need bigger tits." her hand explored over Lisa's chest, she groped her tits and teased Lisa hardened nipples.

"I need bigger tits? Can you give me bigger tits?" Lisa asked in a confused tone. How she going to get a bigger breast in this salon.

"Of course, we are called Complete Workout beauty salon not for no reason. I was once flat and without a curve, but Master then gave me this buxom body." Lisa can only comprehend some of Bambi's words.

"This may sting a lot." Bambi brought out a syringe full of pink-colored substances. She then injected Lisa at her neck. Lisa pupil's dilated as the substances entering her body. A dizzy spell quickly overcame her and she fell into a trance-like state with her eyes wide open.

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"Wakey wakey, Wanker, you already had enough rest." Bambi's voices once again seem to be an alarm for Lisa's consciousness as she slowly regains her consciousness.

The first thing she saw after she regains her consciousness was a reflection of a changed woman. Her body undergoes some drastic change. Gone was her previous natural B cup breast, in its place was a fake-looking 36DD orb. Her skin also undergoes hypopigmentation to be pale alabaster.

"What have you done to me!?" She found her voice also a pitch higher than her usual voice.

"The previous injections are our special accelerated bimbofication formula, worry not, these all is a safe procedure, the accelerated cell growth will not toll your body too much, the owner will not want the product to have halved life expectation."

"Owner!? I don't have an owner!" Lisa asked, she was shaken as she heard Bambi statement.

"Now, you have one. Not only are you, but your mother, and sister also owned by them." Bambi said. Tears begin to fall from Lisa's eyes.

"Your body and mind are already us to control. So why don't you enjoy the journey? Stop crying…" Bambi spoke softly that it appears like she wanted to appease Lisa.

"Let's start with the programming again, should we? Your best friend knows best: Obedience is a pleasure." Bambi whispered the trigger word into Lisa's ear. The mantra 'Obedience is pleasure' echoing to Lisa's mind as it's buried other thoughts. Her cries suddenly come to stop, as if the tears don't want to flow out anymore. Soon, pleasure washed her mind, and a smile appears on Lisa's face as her mind repeats the mantra over and covered it in foggy pink.

Bambi draped a red silken cape over the now calm Lisa. As she brought it up to Lisa's neck, the movement of the cape on Lisa's tits caused her nipples to harden. "Your hair is very well cared for. Very soft and it's in good condition." Bambi remarked as she ran her fingers through Lisa's black hair to get a feeling for her hair texture. She began to brush Lisa's hair gently a few times before wetting her hair with a warm spray.

A single button push on the chair transformed the chair to be a bed. As Lisa lay in the bed, Bambi propped the long black hair in the bowl and gently wash Lisa's hair. Once the black hair sank into the shampoo bowl and drenched with the Salon's shampoo, Bambi began to massages Lisa's head with a unique tempo and pattern.

Her massages are simply divine! A shudder of pleasure ran through Lisa's body as the massage intensified. A few minutes passed and she can't hold back the pleasure that has already been built and squirmed. "Relax...it's fine, just enjoy it, enjoy the feeling of being freed, enjoy your releases," Bambi whispered gently in Lisa's ears. Lisa's whole body relaxed as she went to enjoy the warm release in her groin.

"I'm glad you enjoyed this, Wanker. This session is one of the most important processes in your makeover. In a literal sense, our people here called it a brainwash massage. The shampoo I use here contains a very powerful psychedelic chemical. As the chemical work through your hair; drill into your skull; and absorbed by your brain in few minutes, it will destroy the unnecessary memories, and wash away how your brain previously wired. This allows us to rewire your brain and built it from scratch."

Lisa began to feel erratic and tense after she knew that her memories will be wiped soon. But the mantra kept repeating in her mind, washing her worries away bit by bit as Bambi continue her massage. "Relax, don't resist…let your willpower washed away, give yourself to my voice, just relax as you concentrate on my voice."

"Soon, it will end, and you will not have any worries anymore."

"Obedience is pleasure, obey…" Bambi continued to skillfully massage Lisa's head.

"Yesss…" Lisa hissed as she felt her thoughts and memories went pop on her brain just like a bubble pricked. This time she squirmed harder than the last, it could be said that she squirted her brain with this release.

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Bambi looked at the Asian-American woman whose eyes already rolled back. She knew that the woman was now in an empty state and ready for the next stage. She rinses the woman's black hair with warm spray and then straightens her hair with a comb.

"Such unfortunate." Bambi gathered Lisa's silky hair with her finger then quickly hacked it with her scissor. Thick black hairs continued to rain into the floor as Bambi skillfully moved the shears through Lisa's hair.

Some minutes later, the previous long-haired Lisa was now sporting a short bob-cut. As Bambi finished the haircut, she gathered the hairs that fall into the floor into a bottle labeled 'To be recycled'.

Bambi looked at the now short-haired woman, she likes to appreciate her work before giving the cruel finishing touch the client demanded. Obviously, the client referred to the master and not the helpless victim lay before her. She gazed at the silky black hair with pity, but she didn't have a choice except to do what the client wished. She picked a brush and coated it with the salon's mysterious concoction. As Bambi brushed the black hair, the brush applies the Salon's special mixture of bleach. Quickly enough, the previous silky hair had now become coarse and losing its color. Minutes later, the special bleach finished turning the beautiful black hair to washed white, and then another dye job after, Lisa's hair was as platinum blonde as Bambi now.

Done with her job, Bambi then wheeled the bed outside the room. Their next destination is where the now empty shell of a woman will receive her new purpose in life.

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Where am I? Lisa slowly opened her eyes. Her surrounding was a dim-lit room. She tried to move but then realized that both her hand and feet are shackled to the chair. The coldness of the room also made her quickly realized that she was currently naked. She looked below, and two unfamiliar big orbs were now replacing her previous familiar B cup tits. Another change she realized next was that her skin had become a lot paler.

Wait...Tits? Since when I called my tits a tits? What was it called again? Tatas? Badonkadonk? Gazoongas? Cowmilker? Lisa thought hard about the anatomically correct and normal moniker for her tits.

A man entered the room, the man with a nasty grin was quite familiar as they met today. He was Dirt E. Douche, the concierge of the Complete Workout Beauty Salon.

"I bet you may wonder what is happening to you?" The douchebag said.

"Release me! This is ! You will not get away with this! My family will know that I'm missing!" Lisa screamed.

"Well, you are free to go." The black man fished out a remote from his pocket. A button push later, all the shackles that shackled Lisa were released.

Realizing that this is a good chance that might be her last chance to escape, Lisa wanted to run past the door and calling for help, or even calling the police to report this establishment. But her body betrayed her, she stays unmoved, her body was glued to the chair no matter how hard she wanted her body to move.

"You have big guts for a personality that don't even have a body control below her neck." Douche mocked.

"You know, I really love this part where I can teach a property her new position in life." Douche grinned, "You are my whore, Loosecunt."

As Lisa heard the trigger words, her body finally moved from the chair. She walked toward the man and kneeled right before him. "Do you want this Loosecunt to suck your cock, master?" Lisa's mouth spoke on its own. Lisa currently had become a passenger in her own body as a new personality called Loosecunt Wanker took over her place as her body pilot.

"I'll take your offer, whore." After she received his confirmation, she unzipped the man's trouser, fishing out his big black cock. Lisa kissed the tip of his dick before she slowly sucked his cock and picking up the pace. Douche smiled as Lisa sucking his dick like she has sucked a lot of dicks before.

From the client data he previously received, he knew that she and her family are very conservatives persons that will not do any sexual activities before marriage albeit many men chase after her, she also pretty busy with her study and starting her career which means fat chance that she ever suck a dick before, but now, after the brainwashing, with the help of experiences of jaded whore as her new personalities' base, she able to suck cock like a pro without problem.

Feeling the built-up, Douche then grabbed Loosecunt by her head and began to fuck her throat with his full length. She took it without complaint, gagging and spluttering as he increases the pace and intensity of his thrusts. With a final push before he cum, he violently shoves his huge rod all the way down Loosecunt's throat before he released his seed.

He released her head after he was done cumming in her throat, "You are my doll, Lisa."

Lisa gained back control of her head, she coughed and gagged before sucking in a huge breath. She could still feel the taste of the man cum in her mouth. Her throat and mouth are sore enough that made her unable to voice her hatred. She could only glare toward the man silently.

"Please come back to your chair, Lisa!" Douche commanded, once again Lisa's body move on her own, returning back to the chair she once sat.

"I will show you an entertaining video to accompany your stay here before your master picks you up." He pushed a button on the remote in his hand, and a screen slowly came down. Another button pushed and a video played on the screen.

The video showed a woman, a MILF, probably in her late 40's or early 50's. A whorish makeup caked her face; deep bloody red lipstick, dark mascara on false lashes, and purple eye shadow. Her black hair teased big and sensual. She wore a black latex bodysuit with the breasts part specially modified to freely show her big, fat, obviously fake basketball-sized orb bolted on her chest that screamed horrible tit job. The latex bodysuit she wore was also crotch-less, several iron rings pierced her labia, and a golden ring decorated her enlarged clitoris hood. She wore a black platform boot with at least 5" heels. As the video continues, it then showed several naked men began to approach the woman. She squatted down and moving her face closer to one of the man's dick. "What an amazing smell." An expression of hunger appeared on the woman's face.

The voice sounded familiar to her, "Mom?" Lisa blurted out in disbelief. The whore on the screen had the familiar voice of her mother.

Douche's grins got bigger, "You wanted your family to save you, right?"