There is a chain of theme parks across the world that hides its true nature very well. I won't mention the name here for fear of drawing the attention of the powers that be, but I'll say that I'm sure you've heard of them. No, not Disney; they have their own dark secrets. Still, I'm sure many of you have fond memories of times spent at these parks, not that those memories are real mind you, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
Let me describe a scene. You arrive at a theme park, the lot is packed and you're dying to get inside because of the new coaster or water slide or whatever. Maybe you're a teen with your friends, maybe you're part of a family, maybe you're one of those strange people who goes to theme parks alone. Regardless, even before you can walk through the park gates someone approaches you with a large camera. It looks more durable and high tech then the one you might have with you but you just assume that's because it's designed for heavier use. You might protest, saying you have no interest in a photo but they take your picture anyway...
That is likely the last real memory you have of your time in the park. Everything afterwards, from happy childhood memories to wonderful family times were designed and implanted in your mind once they were done with you. As for what really happens that depends on a lot of factors. Rather then listing them let me give you some examples.
–An Unaware Family–
You entered the park with your family because of its reputation. You've planned a stay at a nearby resort for a long weekend. You wish you could have taken more time off from your job but your kids, young as they are, don't care that it'll only be three days and two nights. You smile at your wife as you enter the park and even willingly pose for their picture despite having no intent of ever buying such a wasteful souvenir. You're sure you'll remember to take plenty of photos on your phone.
:::FLASH:::
Your mind, along with those of your wife and two children are instantly blank and none of you give any resistance as you're lead away to processing. The soda can you brought for a discount ticket falls from your hand and clinks sadly on the ground.
The words of the park staff echo in your mind with an authority not unlike a god's. The idea of doubting or resisting them as they order you all to strip and examine you with discerning gazes is just as impossible as the idea of reaching up and pulling a star from the sky.
They decide your wife isn't a valuable asset. The weight she has put on since you started dating, something you never once cared about, apparently makes her of little value and they send her to the 'farm' to be turned into a sow to fuck men and animals alike for the amusement of their real guests.
Your son is marked highly, a thirteen year old who's long thin cock and lithe body will attract many of the Platinum Pass holders of both genders. You watch him being shepherded off to the Meat Market where he will be auctioned to his master or mistress for the next few days.
You and your daughter are judged together. Alone neither of you are considered to be worth much. She still has some of her baby fat at eleven and has yet to truly blossom into womanhood. Had she been cuter or hotter she might have ended up on the Meat Market block along with your son and you might be happily sucking pig and horse cock along with your wife. Instead your close family resemblance draws their attention. Everyone has always said how she looks like you and now that means you both make good candidates for their Incestuous Intimacy show.
As they lead you both to their staging area, your staffer speaks about the pleasures of 'family love' and fills your empty minds with their twisted filth. For the next three days you do unspeakable things to your preteen daughter every hour on the hour along with a dozen other incestuous pairings for a sold out crowd.
Every taboo is broken as you take her vaginal and anal virginity in front of a crowd going wild to see her first blood. In one short vignette you catch her masturbating and become obsessed, you slowly seduce and corrupt her into your mewling cock sleeve. In another, she sneaks into your room at night and sucks and fucks you in your 'sleep.' Once or twice you see your son in the audience riding the thick cock of a much older man while he pumps his cock to your antics. You feel pride when you see him buck and spray an arc of cum onto the stage. Your daughter even takes a moment from the show to lick it up, to a round of applause.
After hours you never return to your hotel. Instead, you spend your time pleasing the park staff before falling into a blissful sleep in a reclining chair with wires attached to your temples. The machines burn new memories into your mind, memories of roller coasters and water slides. Memories of a day in watching movies rented from the hotel gift shop and lounging by the pool. Memories of a sudden storm that drove so many of the other guests from the park, but you convinced your family to wait it out and had the park almost entirely to yourself for one last glorious afternoon.
On your last day you're gathered back together in the same outfits you arrived in. Words are spoken to you, and you never realize that your next year's worth of habits, both good and bad, have been carefully designed to make your son more physically appealing to gay men. Your wife will continue to grow into a fatter and sluttier cow while you and your daughter stay close, so that even as her body changes your similarities don't fade. You've done good work and they want you back next year.
:::FLASH:::
On the car ride home you all share your wonderful memories and your wife never thinks to note the odd taste of animal cum on her lips. Your son never mentions how his newly stretched anus is sore. Neither you nor your daughter even notice how your fingers intertwine like lovers when no one is paying attention. All you can think of is how, despite the expense, your family vacation was more then worth it and you know in your heart that you'll all be returning next year.
I invite others to share their stories about their theme park experience. Are you a Platinum Pass holder who knows what's really going on? Or are you a Meat Market slave accompanying someone who thinks you're special? Maybe you and your friends or families have been brought to other rides and attractions. I have a few ideas of my own but I'd love to see more.
