Alana couldn’t remember the last time she had moved of her own accord, and this moment was no different. She’d been moved into position with basic verbal commands and then “tweaked” with more detailed ones as well as hands guiding her to her current pose.
Every little aspect had been guided, from how high she held her chin, to how far back her shoulders were, to how wide her knees rested on the floor.
In the back of her head, she knew she should be furious, should be fighting it with every ounce of her being, but instead she simply felt calm and relaxed.
In fact, calm and relaxed was how she always felt. Weather she was sitting on the floor, bent over the arm of a chair having her pussy pounded, laid out on a bed with her head over the side having her faced fucked, or pushing her tits together so they could be fucked hard and fast.
The same part of her mind that knew she should be furious, knew it was all the fault of the chip that the government had installed in the back of her head so long ago during the first term of the President.
She’d fought so hard against the Socially Beneficial Objectification Act of 2025, the first legislation that the new old President had signed into law, that she’d been flagged for the first wave of prosecutions and of course had lost.
Sentenced to permanent objectification, the harshest punishment of the new act, she was now little more than a living doll.
After a while of sitting in position, the door across the room opened and two men entered. The first was the one that had posed her there just a short while ago, and the second she recognized instantly.
“As you can see Mr. President, her processing is complete with all of the physical alterations you requested.”
The old, fat, mottled man smiled and walked over to her, reaching down and running his small sweaty hand over her cheek, “Not so high and mighty now, eh Senator Ruiz?” he asked rhetorically and then let out a chuckle.
The President turned to the other man, letting his hand slide from her cheek, “Have her delivered to the Rose Garden. Will the others be ready for the press conference on Friday?”
“Of course Sir, two more Senators, three Conngresswomen, a federal judge, as well as a few miscellaneous officials. They should make a perfect backdrop for your announcement.”
The President nodded and then turned to walk out of the room, but paused and turned back to the other man, “On second thought, have her delivered to the presidential bedroom, I think the Senator deserves a one on one meeting with me before the press conference.” he said with another chuckle and then turned and walked out.
Alana simply remained calm and relaxed, waiting for the next command that would let her move once more.
