Over a day had passed with Zarana's multi-method brainwashing chair cooking away at Jenny's mind.
Jen was a nasty punk cunt. She was the kind of bitch where if she wasn't trying to sneak around undercover, her vocabulary could peel paint off a wall. She loved fucking with people, showing them that their trust in authority meant nothing and wouldn't protect them from her. If she wanted something and you got in her way, you were going to pay. The only people she trusted was her goddess and role model Zarana, and the awesome and sexy baroness. She was so tired of keeping her chestnut brown hair in a fucking preppy style. Shit, she needed a totally new look, but some of that may need to wait until after her first mission.
She was so glad to be a member of Zarana's mercs. That was the perfect job for her. Fucking GiJoe and Cobra. She remembered what it was like to be stuck between them as they burned down her orphanage. But now she could fuck with the Joes, and make Cobra pay for it. And Cobra would pay for it. She planned on stealing everything Cobra had of value.
The problem was that right now, everything felt foggy. She was lying on a recliner, watching tv, when Zarana had helped her get up to use the bathroom she realized that she had something like an oxygen mask on her face, but sometimes she noticed that the recliner was like a dentist's chair, and other times it looked like one of those hair dryers at a hair salon.
Then there was the tv. She loved the tv show it filled her mind with plans for her new punked out look, gave her all kinds of ideas of how to worship her mistress's cunt and seduce innocent het girls into becoming dyke drednoks. The rest seemed to be instructional videos on how to kill security guards with bare hands, knives and other devices. At this point her mind had the entire video memorized and whenever it approached a moment where Zarana or the Baroness would appear, her nipples would harden and her pussy would begin to heat up as if pavlov himself had conditioned her.
Even though the tv volume was down far too low, she could speak along with the words: "Hail Zarana, Zarana is my goddess. I am an evil fucking dyke drednok. Anarchy is beautiful. I am a total lesbo bitch. The Baroness is a trusted leader, but Zarana is my goddess. I want to fuck the good out of girls and burn down society's rules. Hail Zarana...."
Zarana had come into the brainwashing room about an hour after Jenny began chanting the mantra, so it appeared her little turkey's timer had just popped. She walked over next to the chair, grabbed jenny's chin and turned it to her. Jenny's glazed eyes blinked and she stopped her mantra as she recognized Zarana.
"Mistress." she said lovingly.
"So poppet, how do you feel?"
"I love you."
"Ha! How do you feel physically?"
"I feel a little groggy, but give me a minute and I'll be ready to worship your body with my tongue."
"And how do you feel about the new you?"
"I love it mistress, but i feel like I need to change my look soon. If I don't that prudish cunt might try to come back."
"Interesting, so until you're punked out, you feel like the transformation is incomplete?"
"Yes mistress."
"Well, shit."
Zarana pondered this unexpected wrinkle as she heard the clack-clack-clack of the Baroness's thigh high stiletto boots approach.
"Problem?"
"Yeah, I think Ive built a device that creates a split personality, and the only way to lock in the new personalty as dominant, is to let the body match the self-image, otherwise it sounds like the old personality may be in there still.
"Pet, Do you think you can hang on 6 more days until your next martial arts class?"
"Mistress, I would kill for you or die for you, but I do not know that I can remain in charge of the prude's body for more than two or three days. If I am to win, I must make the body mine before then."
"Fuck. Well, there goes that plan to have her trap Jinx."
"Not to worry Dahling," purred the Baroness, "you still have a loyal minion in the making, we'll just need to be creative in how we bait the trap. Did you grab any of Mindbender's other toys?"
"Did I ever! I cleaned that wanker out. I filled that truck with everything that wasn't nailed down."
"In that case, why don't we let your pet start her makeover, and we can start preparing for... plan B."
Zarana agreed, and helped Jenny out of the chair and over to a room with various crates and wardrobes.
Allright, take a look through these and see if anything strikes your fancy. I've got the supplies here for any kind of disguise, clothes, hair, wigs, jewlery, you name it, and we can always hit a store later."
"Yes mistress."
Zarana began walking towards the door. "If you need anything, or feel like the prude is coming back, just come get us, we'll be over by the loading dock."
With that Jen turned towards the supplies in the disguise room. The main feature of the room being an extensive makeup and salon set up with a huge well lit mirror. The face of Jenny glared at her from the mirror.
"You can't do this. You won't get away with stealing my body, you psycho!"
Jen glared at herself. "You know what, yeah, I am Psi-ko and this isn't your body anymore, you shitty little prude.