"There's a hotel nearby," Rachel said, "If we clear out the Bimbos, we should be fine."
" I don't know, what if we get caught up with them and get mistaken and get shot?" Jamie asked.
"Just show that you aren't a bimbo and we'll be just fine." Cailin said as she began following Rachel towards the hotel.
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The hotel stretched out before them: it was themed around Star Wars, and served as a recreation of Cloud City, from the architecture to the illusion of it being high above the ground via the murals on the ground next to the sidewalk.
"It sure is quiet. " Jamie commented.
"Almost too quiet." Mona followed.
"You think there would be at least one or two bimbos around here." Cailin commented.
"Hold up." Rachel said with her hand raised. Over where her other hand pointed, a door opened up without a clear reason.
The girls followed behind the busty blonde as they tried to move their... developed... bodies in a stealthy way.
"I have a bad feeling about this." Jamie whispered.
She was sushed as the group slipped in past the door, the darkness of the room obscuring furniture. The group was about to leave when the door slammed shut and the lights blaired on.
" INTRUDERS!" a male voice shouted, "CAPTURE THEM!"
"IT'S A TRAP!" Mona called out as a man dressed in Storm Tooper armor grabbed her from behind and placed a cloth over her mouth. The same happened to the other girls as they lost conciseness from the ether on the rags.
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It was painful, but Cailin regained conciseness. She tugged at the wall and found herself chained to it, and looked down to she was in a golden bikini just like Princess Leia wore in Episode 6, but a size too small, making her enlarged nipples and swollen pussy visible to the world.
"Let me go! Get me out of this right now or..."
Suddenly, a bright white and dark black spiral appeared in front of her on a nearby TV screen.
".....or.....or...... orrrrr...."
Cailin said as she was slowly drawn towards the spiral.
".... no please..."
'YOU WILL SUMBIT. YOU WILL OBEY.' the male voice from before said.
"....no.... no I d-don't want to submit! I don't want to obey!" Cailin called out as the voice got louder and louder, and the spiral slowly gripped Cailin's mind.
".... I don't .... I don't... I..... " Her eyes went blank as her mind gave in after two hours of resistance, " .... I WILL SUMBIT. I WILL OBEY. "
And thus the brainwashing began.
'YOU BELONG TO ME, YOUR MASTER.'
"I BELONG TO YOU, MY MASTER."
'YOU ARE MY SLAVE.'
"I AM YOUR SLAVE."
'YOU EXIST TO PLEASE.'
"I EXIST TO PLEASE."
'YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH YOUR MASTER.'
"I'M IN LOVE WITH MY MASTER."
'YOU WILL DANCE FOR YOUR MASTER.'
" I WILL DANCE FOR MY MASTER."
A snap filled the air as Cailin was unhooked and music filled the air.
" I mustn't keep master waiting." Cailin gleefully droned as she danced her way out, her breasts bouncing and hips swaying as she did.
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Ending: A New Harem.
Cailin joined her friends, who were also blissfully obedient to the man sporting an Imperial general costume. Mona had already told her new owner about the serum that gave her a gorgeous body.
The man was Marcone Desmond, a genetics scientist and an obsessive Star Wars fan. He was aided by his collague Dr. Brown, a hypnotist that made the girls' conversion so easy. Desmond was already synthesizing serum to produce more gorgeous women for conversion, and even began making a version that worked without gender bending the person injected. In the following months, he would amass a harem of bikini clad dancers numbering three hundred and fifty. They all danced with glee, their breasts swaying, butts shaking, and hips swaying. And they all were eager to please their master.