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Sunny Fellows On-Site Report

Reviewer: Arianna Lehane

I have to be honest here. Sunny Fellows is a really good idea. As an advancement of the services we offer at headquarters, Sunny Fellows allows buyers to have a first hand look at their merchandise in a private, yet still semi-public, place where both discreetness and public image can be maintained.

So many of our buyers spend their lives searching for the right partner. We supply the needed merchandise to make their lives more fulfilling and vivid. From what I have seen, our Pleasure Bunnies seem to keep the world spinning each day. From the mean spirited “family values” senator who couldn’t find a woman to live out his creepy fantasies, to the Arab prince, to the closeted lesbian CEO. We keep these people happy, who, in turn, keep the world working. The sacrifice of a few brainwashed women and men to serve a higher good is worth it. So many people, especially a lot of those chosen, are utterly worthless anyhow.

Which brings us to Sunny Fellows. Sunny Fellows hands out this brochure to potential clients:

Need to adjust the wife who has forgotten her place, whether in the bedroom or boardroom? Have an unruly daughter? (Arianna note: why is it always the daughter? what about date rapist, frat asshole, son?) Drop the kids off at our state of the art water park and sample the on-site Bunnies, a peep show, fetish program, or any of a number of erotic services. Our gentleman’s club gives quarter to your every need. Reprogramming is quick and affordable for someone of your privilege.

I’ve never written one of these before, so I hope this is in the right format, William. I looked at the template you emailed me and some of Kimberly’s old memos, but none of them were an actual review of a new facility. Which makes sense, given that we haven’t had one until now. I am seriously honored that you would pick me for this assignment. I know we are in a period of transition right now, with Kimberly taking on...less...responsibilities and my own, and others, ascendancy to more responsibility and power. Hopefully, this transition can be as smooth as possible.

My flight down to Florida was pretty uneventful. It felt good to be waved through security. If some TSA agent got touchy with me, I would have castrated them. The two Bunnies that were sent along served me well. I got off the plane, oh, by the way, I wore that business suit you got me and a pair of nice black pumps. Very professional. I know you were busy the day before my trip, but I also dyed my hair back to black to keep up appearances.

After dressing Misti for travel, Caroline and I left the plane and found that a limo was waiting for us outside. You didn’t have to get me a limo! That was sweet. I spent the commute from the airport to the water park replying to email and sending out directives to the agents under my jurisdiction. This trick that triggers sleeper escorts for service is so neat.

I was pretty blown away when we arrived at the park. The park is huge and very state of the art looking. I bet it is better than Great Adventure (actually, I guess I’ve never been there!). The hotel hovers above the park on an enlarged cliff-side. On the the other side is the Atlantic Ocean. The Sunny Fellows brainwashing center is built into that hillside and goes underground into the ocean.

At the water park, our Bunnie limo driver parked the limo inside the VIP parking lot. After a moment, our spot began to descend downward to the center’s headquarters. At the bottom, we got out of the car to enter a large waiting room, which was housed by two thigh-high booted Bunnies with guns housed on their miniskirts. I like the gun toting, mini-skirted, security. We should do that at HQ.

Jeremy, the man who runs this facility was waiting for us. I hugged him and introduced the man to Caroline, who I think he knew, and to his newest Bunnie Misti. Another Bunnie came up and escorted Misti to a conditioning room for further programming.

Jeremy told Caroline and I to head to our rooms, so he could finish a few tasks before dinner. A blond Bunnie with ridiculous implants in a skimpy swimsuit and platform heels escorted us to our rooms. Caroline was housed next door to me. I told her to take a tour of the facility with that Bunnie so that I could speak with Jeremy alone at dinner. She is such a good girl; immediately, Caroline complied and reported a productive trip the next morning. Her notes are also attached to this as a supplement.

The rooms for visitors are very impressive. They are like small apartments with a kitchen, large bathroom, and king sized bed. I set down my luggage and made a few quick phone calls before taking a long shower. My shoulder was still sore from a workout the day before, and some pretty serious rape play with Claire the night before that, so it felt great to let the hot water run all over it for awhile.

After the shower, I got dressed, oh, hey, I wore that sweater I wore on the date we went on where we made Kimberly act like Claire and Claire act like Kimberly, and prepped for my tour in the morning. After a little bit of time had passed, there was a very soft knock at the door. The Bunnie from earlier was back to escort me to dinner with Jeremy. I grinned at her and took her hand in mine as she walked me to him.

I had dinner with Jeremy in his large, very lavish, quarters. A beautiful middle aged Bunnie with dark hair served dinner to us in a maid uniform. The girl was being reconditioned to serve as a maid to her now ex-husband, who was in the process of “upgrading” to a girl just out of high school. Gross.

As we ate, Jeremy passed me a report on the two girls who were scheduled for capture and brainwashing over the next few days. Kathleen and Kendra were both at the park already. In fact, he was able to pull up a video of them arriving and a live feed of Kathleen, who was taking a shower at the moment.

The other girl, Kendra, was at the bar. The girls had parted ways after getting to their hotel room. At the bar, a vile of nanites had been slipped into each of her drinks along with a drug that would make her more suggestible and ready for processing later. The girl never sensed anything out of the ordinary, that I observed at least.

During dinner, I got to know Jeremy a bit more. I didn’t know him that well from his time at the main headquarters, but he seems like an intelligent, thoughtful, man who was definitely a good choice for this posting. Like myself, he believes in expediency and efficiency in brainwashing. No bullshit or games. I’ve grown tired lately with the childishness of our buyer’s whimsical fantasies. I would prefer them just brought in, programmed, and sold. Jeremy shares this view and, according to my observations, runs this facility according to that philosophy.

After dinner, Jeremy offered me a Bunnie for the evening, but I really wanted to just go back to my room and read. I missed My Claire, but didn’t want to try and mimic her with someone else. I double checked both of tomorrow’s targets. Kathleen was fast asleep in her room, subliminal messages filling the air. Kendra was on the arm of our operative, heading back to him room for a good fucking and then a rather permanent brainwashing. Tomorrow is much more interesting.

The Subjects

Kathleen, now “Katie,” and Kendra are both twenty something hetronormative career women on vacation from a previous client’s main bank. Roommates from college, they are the best of friends. Except for the pretty insignificant fact that Kendra did not know that Kathleen was slowly betraying her at work for a promotion. However, that isn’t really our concern.

Kendra is a twenty something African American woman. 5′ 5″, and rather busty, she will transfer to the buyer with minimal psychical changes. Her primary corrections will be on the mental side. A decided focus on motherhood, the buyer’s political ambitions, and always keeping up appearances will become her life’s work.

“Katie” is a brunette on the shorter side with an average body. The buyer has requested breast augmentation and the removal of a few scars from a childhood car accident. I happen to like scars on girls, but to each their own. The buyer cannot decide yet whether “Katie” will be just sex doll for his use, or something more.

Neither young lady has many ties to family or the community outside of their work place. No one would be shocked if Kendra got married or if Kathleen suddenly upped and left. Somehow, the girls could be conditioned to connect this together while explaining the situation to others also.

Kathleen’s parents are both previously deceased. Her young sister is currently institutionalized (see attached document about the totally cool reason). Kendra has a mother who she is close to, but, according to our observations, has been pushing her to get married and settle down, so the news would come as a great blessing to their extended family.

I did not directly observe, a lot of her processing was done overnight while I slept, but, as I noted above, Kendra is being programmed for one of our repeat clients, who is sponsoring the political candidacy for the state assembly of a rising political figure in their community. She will make a good little trophy wife. There is already a buyer prepared for “Katie,” so that won’t be an issue on our end. I believe you have already met with him a few times to secure the transaction? If that falls through, I’ve attached the info for a few buyers in the queue who may be interested in her.

As for the actual park itself, I’m not much of a sun person, but the water park, as I said, looks great. When the park opened at 10am the next morning, hundreds ushered in. Besides our two precious little angels, a male was also beginning processing. I did not wait around to observe his processing, but according to records it went in a satisfactory manner.

As you originally envisioned, the facility is built into and underneath the water park. In person, it is quite cool to see. I’m not normally super impressed by stuff like that, but this is so nice. To one side is hotel for visitors and families. On other side is a hotel that caters more towards conferences, business functions, and our clients. In the hotel itself is a superb looking gym I got a good workout in at early in the morning, a high class salon, and a gentleman’s club. There are approximately 2,500 guests at each of the hotels on any given day.

Every visitor to the hotel is also ran through our algorithm for potential future brainwashing. All information, as Jeremy tells me you see, is forwarded directly to headquarters. The algorithm used to determine if a person is available to be conditioned has been flawless so far. In its short existence, Sunny Fellows is averaging 4.75 Bunnies captured, reprogrammed, and processed per fortnight. I believe, and they agree, that this number can be greatly accelerated with more manpower and a steady flow of potential brainwashees.

I was left to myself during my work out and run on the track. Most other women in the gym were business types who were getting in their workout before a long day at a conference or committee or whatever. Jeremy met Caroline and I around 11am. He led us back to his office where we would observe the capture and conditioning of Kathleen.

After a few minutes of his assistant, a very long legged brunette, whom I remember coming through headquarters, searching the video feeds, we found Kathleen in the water park. She was wearing a one piece bathing suit. Vintage style; nice. I should dye Claire’s hair red and turn her into Joan from Mad Men. Actually, I am going to text that in right now. Anyway,

Kathleen seemed to not notice the absence of her friend. Jeremy checked on Kendra’s status: she was being currently run through a series of standard reprogramming measures. The girl had barely resisted her initial conditioning and was well on her way to a life of obedience.

After a few quiet minutes observing the girl, Jeremy very casually noted that it might certainly help Kathleen’s room was quietly filled with subliminal messages to make her lose interest in her friend’s whereabouts and just enjoy the day and worry about her later. She seemed to be really enjoying herself swimming and spending time on some of the water slides.

Honestly, at this point I was getting bored and began imaging his assistant buried between my legs, but then Jeremy called for me to watch the screen again. Kathleen was entering a specific water slide which had a series of intricate pipes and tubes that the person went through on their way down. Jeremy made sure I observed her go into the water slide. After thirty seconds or so passed, his assistant pressed a button that made the bottom side of the slide fall out, dropping the girl into darkness.

...which dropped her onto a cushion in a very poorly lit room. Only a few small lights hanging on the sides of the room pushed light towards where Kathleen had been dropped. Slowly, the girl got off the cushion and stood, looking very confused, in the shallow water below her.

Suddenly, a lot of water was blasted into the room, which knocked Kathleen back onto the large cushion. Jeremy noted that the new style of nanites that work much quicker were immersed in the water and would make initial programming much quicker. The early programming is imprinted and made permanent more quicker. I spoke with two of the engineers stationed in this room and they spoke at length about how much more efficient brainwashing is now. Neat.

Jeremy almost blinded her with a spotlight so we could have a better view of the situation. I made a “there are four lights!” joke that only person got! Ugh. Kathleen looked absolutely terrified at this point and wandered around on the cushion trying to find a way out, only to fall over a few times.

One of the technicians pressed a couple buttons and very loud blinking lights began on the walls, flashing strobes which engulfed everything around Kathleen. After a few minutes, she couldn’t stop staring at them and was deeply hypnotized. She fell to her knees on the cushion and stared blankly at the walls and their dancing lights while the water drain from her prison.

Once it was clear that Kathleen wouldn’t be a problem, a tranced Kendra entered the room, in a very skimpy bathing suit, dental floss really, and retrieved her friend. She brought Kathleen, who followed quietly like a tan puppet, to a doctor and two nurse Bunnies who hooked her into a machine to begin her first reprogramming session. While Jeremy and I had lunch, she was fed the largest possible yet batch file of subliminals and was measured for body enhancement and any other modifications her new owner would desire for her.

After a nice lunch, served by a latex clad school girl, I took a tour of the rest of the facilities. Captured merchandise are kept in single cells with constantly running subliminals and time based inductions. They are worked out in a gym similar to our own. There are a number of offices for workers, which also use in-training, unsold, Bunnies for shifts as administrative assistants, maids, and so on.

We returned to continue observing “Katie” before dinner. She had been induced and modified via subliminals and nanites for about seven hours by then. The new mind mapping technology they use here allows technicians to quickly erase unimportant parts of her mind and begin to indoctrinate it with new programming. Permanent programming would take time, but with this technology it would be difficult for merchandise to be “deprogrammed” from now on.

We returned to find “Katie” just waking up from trance. Both of us have seen what happened next: She wakes up on the bed. Then she looks around, confused, and then even more confused when nothing makes sense on a poster on the wall. The girl squints a bit and then panics. She can’t read! Oh no! Next, our newest Pleasure Bunnie notices what she is wearing: a floss sized two piece bathing suit and clear pink platform heels. Before she can do anything but place a hand on her stomach, in walks Kendra. “Katie” goes to asks Kendra what is going on, but Kendra pushes a button on the remote in her hand and her friend stops in her tracks, frozen, and blank eyed walks over and stands before her. Kendra snaps a pink collar around Katie’s neck, and a name tag with her new identity to the tiny top containing her soon to be enhanced top. Katie stands behind Kendra and follows the slave out of the room to begin her new life as a Pleasure Bunnie.