[Brainwashing, Latex, Memory Rewrite]

"Atlas Corp... Why would they want me?"

That was what kept on spiraling through Petra's mind as she entered the Mega-sized Corporation's headquarters, especially as several of the lesser workers seemed to recognize her. Most of them funneling her deeper and deeper into the building...

Who was Petra, though? Why, she was just an ordinary young lady. Orange-haired, and devoted to what she loved doing. Drawing beautiful pictures, and making her stories come to life. That was who she was, and she genuinely didn't know why Atlas Corp had caught wind of what she was making. After all, they mainly focused on products that were to be consumed. Not products that were enjoyed, in that sense.

"You..."

Petra felt a slight shock run through her body as she noticed a woman with a skunk-stripe in her hair. Combine that with the pale hue of her skin, and her sharp gaze, and she was naturally intimidating. Especially given how tall she was compared to the younger creator.

"Y-Yes? D-Do I know you, Ma'am?" Petra could feel the sweat running down the back of her head. She... She didn't want to get into any trouble. She wouldn't want to be causing trouble for anybody, especially somebody that she had never met before.

The woman shook her head. "You don't. But I know you." She said, her sharp gaze turning softer for a moment as she ushered her into an elevator. "The works that you produce... I've been keeping an eye on them in my spare time. They're very pretty, I have to say."

"P-Pretty..? I, uhm..." Petra lit up like a stove as she started blushing, prompting a soft laugh from the older woman. Ah, she was embarrassing herself, wasn't she? She was supposed to appear a lot more dignified and in control, not... Not whatever she was acting like right now...

"Don't worry too much about it." The woman said, as the elevator started to hoist them up. Passing by floor after floor, as they ascended towards the very tip top of the building. "If anything, I should apologize for not calling you directly. Since I was the reason why Atlas took such keen interest in you."

Ah... Ah, well, uhm... What was Petra supposed to think, when she was faced with somebody like this..? She had a lot of fans, that much she could admit, but... It's not like she ever met many of them. And to have one of them help her with an opportunity like this...

"I..." The gears in her head turned, as she quietly adjusted her glasses slightly to regain some level of composure. "What is he interested in? My art, my writing, my... uh, qualities?"

The skunk-striped woman shook her head. "I wouldn't be able to tell you. He's a very impulsive kind of man. So you'll have to find out for yourself." She explained, as her gaze turned sharp for a brief moment. "If I had to offer you a single piece of advice... Don't let your guard down."

Well, that simply made her more worried. If he was so impulsive, what might he want her for... He wasn't... He wasn't one of THOSE types, was he? Like... N-No, she shouldn't think about those types. The last time she thought about one of those types, she ended up having a dream of a devious man leaving her canvas and seducing her into being one of his assistants. She really had to make sure she didn't end up having dreams like that, because-

Before Petra had the chance to truly clear her head, the elevator bell rang, and the doors opened. Allowing her to peek her eyes into the massive penthouse that seemed to have no true limits...

She stepped outside, before noticing that the woman wasn't following her. "You... You're not going to come?" She asked, naturally worried as a result. If she was just going to leave her here with the boss, then...

"Unfortunately, he wants to spend some private time with you and you alone. Don't worry too much about things, he won't hurt you." The woman said with a soft smile. "Once you're done, ask for Hiro at the front desk. I'll be with you as soon as I can."

And just like that, the elevator departed. Sinking into the floor, leaving nothing behind besides the line that implied that the floor would open up. Leaving Petra to stew in all of her feelings, as she worried what might happen...

She... She was going to be all alone with the head of a MegaCorp. What was he like? What was he going to do? More importantly, could she trust him to not ruin whatever he wanted from her? Gosh, there were so many different questions burning through her mind...

Questions that all suddenly vanished as she heard the sound of clapping hands echo through her ears, bringing her to gaze towards the source...

Which, in turn, prompted her to blink. Because she simply couldn't understand what she was seeing. Who would blame her, considering just how ridiculous it really was..?

"Welcome, welcome. What's the matter, never seen a boy my size before?"

There sat the Boss himself. The albino youth with those piercing red eyes, and the delicate white suit that was adorned with the world-palming logo that symbolized Atlas Corp. He was the one that owned the entire company... And, if the logo was to be believed, he no doubt wanted to own much more than a simple company.

But that wasn't what was on Petra's mind. She was trying her very best not to laugh, because the sight of a young man sitting on a desk like that, acting so serious despite the absurdity...

"S-Sorry. J-Just... G-Give me a minute." She tried to stutter out, trying to suppress her giggles. The boss... The boss of the company was a cocky looking boy that looked like he was shorter than her. And she wasn't exactly that tall either, especially compared to the woman she had just been with..!

Atlas rolled his eyes as he watched his special guest trying not to break down into giggles. "Trust me, you're not the first to act like this. Just get it out of your system, I don't mind." It was one thing back when he established the company, and had to deal with this kind of treatment from everyone. Nowadays, he had seen it so many times that he could easily take it. Which was why he let his guests just get it out of their system. So they could focus on what was important after that.

Indeed, Petra started laughing... But not for that long, because the joke very quickly wore itself thin. Prompting her to bow respectfully in an apologetic manner. "S-Sorry. I just couldn't help it." She said, before lifting her head back up. "Uhm, Sir..."

"Atlas. Atlas Grimwald." He quickly shot back as she asked for his name, smirking as he climbed off the desk. "I know what you might be wondering. You're probably wondering something important. Something along the lines of... 'W-Why did he call me here? Am I going to get punished?'."

He was right on the money, what with how her expression quickly shifted after he started talking about what she was thinking. "Don't worry. I didn't ask for you to come here because I wanted to punish you. Rather, I've been waiting for the chance to employ somebody like you. Somebody with the writing chops and the acting efforts to illustrate something for me... Something rather important."

"Important how..?" Hearing him explain how he trusted in her abilities, and what it would generally be used for. It both gave her a lot of confidence, and filled her with a bit of pride due to how he had picked her over all others. But how would it be important..?

Atlas paused, before chuckling slightly. "I suppose I'd better show you a little taste of what I want you to do for me, before I explain it fully. That way, you won't need to worry too much about asking questions too early." He said, as he climbed off his desk and started to walk over towards a very fancy looking chair. Way fancier than a lot of the other decor in the penthouse. Just how much did he spend on something like this? More importantly, what was it for..?

Thoughts like that ran through Petra's head as she approached the chair, and Atlas coaxed her onto it. "I'm sure you're wondering what exactly this is good for, Petra. But you'll understand once you start playing with it. Trust me, the eggheads down in Programming explained it to me once before, and I still didn't quite get it. Not until I tried it for myself." He tried to sound approachable and very welcoming, but it was hard to shed the ridiculous and at the same time dominant image he tried to put on.

Still, Petra took a seat in the chair, and gasped a little at how utterly soft it was. Not only that, but it seemed to stick to her. Not in a bad way, where she couldn't get out of the chair, but more like the chair was alive and coated her partly, so that she could have a better sitting experience...

Though, having this white substance, almost latex-like with how clingy it was, wrap around her? It was a little much. So much so that she naturally started to blush as she sat there, and the blushing only grew stronger as Atlas helped fit a visor onto her face. "Just sit still for a little longer, Petra. It'll all make sense soon."

She wanted to say something, but... S-Something about his voice was starting to make her feel more comfortable. So she just did as he said, her body trembling with slight relief as she felt the visor snap on. And as soon as it was properly fitted on...

A field of color appeared before her eyes. A field of color, populated by all sorts of figures. Figures that she had drawn. Figures that made her smile brightly, because it was like she was staring straight into her subconsciousness. Even the ones that hadn't yet been drawn were there...

"You like it." Atlas said as he watched her smile, now that she was practically shut away from the world as a whole. "Excellent. It's a visor that's meant to help artists visualize what they want to draw. It even helps visualize things for writers, so that they can adjust what words they want to use to give the same sort of visual to their readers." He said with a lot of pride beaming from his voice...

Before he cleared his throat slightly, snapping his fingers as Petra's hands started to move on their own accord. "As for the chair itself, it's meant to help automate the body's functions. Whenever you get too tired to think about working, it can do it for you with a fraction of the exhaustion. As long as you know what to do, it can help automate that process. Granted, you need a proper image... But once you have that, it can then help make it real, and then feed it back into your visualization."

Indeed, that's exactly what was happening. And Petra just couldn't believe that tech like this existed. It was going to make creating things that much easier. Not just for her, but for others like her. It was... It was...

She blinked a little. Something... There was something off about the images that were being pumped into the visualization. All of them seemed to have a little... Symbol, drawn on them. A symbol that seemed so familiar...

Of course it seemed familiar. It was... It was the symbol of the company that she worked for... W-Wait, no, that wasn't... Wh-Wha..?

Atlas giggled a little as he watched the doubt slowly grow on her expression. He couldn't see her eyes, but they were probably wide and confused at this point. "Ah yes... There's one thing I forgot to mention. As part of using these products, everything you produce will end up belonging to Atlas Corp. And since the visor's making your images real..."

"N-No! D-Don't take them! They're not yours!" Petra cried out as she tried to break free from the suit, and break free from the visor as well. She didn't want him to suddenly claim them all. Not... Not...

Her thoughts stopped dead in their tracks, as a new image started to take place inside her head. Two images that were distinctly connected. The first were a set of hands that were reaching for her head, cupping her, rubbing her cheeks, making sure that she felt like she was being manipulated and comforted... And the other image...

The other image was her, dressed in that white latex suit. With a tight, black outfit on top. A leathery, shiny outfit that emphasized her form, more so than anything else that she had ever worn before. Combine that with her leggings and elbow-length gloves, and she looked way less like a writer or an artist, and more like a sensual dom. A dom that had that very same symbol printed on the side of her hip...

Little did she know, but her fingers were typing away at a virtual keyboard. Typing and typing away at a story. A story, not unlike the one she found herself in.

How she willingly gave herself to Atlas Corp. How she had always been part of Atlas Corp. How she loved to use her creative powers to make others understand what it meant to be obedient. How she loved to make them feel loved and yet at the same time completely dominated. It was a very... Very particular kind of dominance...

And yet one that felt so fitting. Especially as that other version of herself started to approach. And she looked... Gosh, she looked beautiful. With those sharper glasses that were more for decoration than utility. With her hair tied up into a ponytail, making her look so much more formal despite her erotic wear...

Petra couldn't stop herself from breathing more and more intensely as she felt her Boss' hands on her face, cupping and stroking away at her, all while watching that devoted version of herself come closer. Closer and closer, until they were almost face to face...

"I-I..." The real Petra muttered, as she tried to fight back. But the more that she wrote about her other self, her true self, the harder it became to resist her. Just staring at her made her feel so weak. So vulnerable...

So much so that she could feel her entire body trembling in pure delight as the other Petra cupped her cheek, and the boss' hands went away. Having her hand on her like this... Ah... Ah... She wanted more. So, So much more...

"Adorable. Truly adorable..." Her True Self muttered, as she leaned in for a kiss. A kiss right on the adorable girl's lips. Smiling as she pulled back, and felt the writer and artist tremble in her hand...

Ah... Ah... She was... She was so... Beautiful, powerful, dominant, everything that she would want to be. Because that's who she was. So... Naturally...

Petra didn't resist as her True Self kissed her again. Nor did she resist as it felt like she was fading into nothing. Her True Self was taking her place. She was going to... No, there was no 'going to'. The two of them were one and the same. And that was what brought her true happiness. What allowed her to simply trust in her judgment, and close her eyes...

Atlas smirked as he watched the girl lift off the visor. Pulling herself off the chair, as the latex material very nearly merged with her. Letting her keep a sense of modesty, yet a sense of sensuality at the same time...

The taller now-dominant smiled as she lifted her boss' chin slightly. "You have everything I need, don't you? You wouldn't have made me like this if you didn't." She knew all about him. All because of how she had been made. How the story that led to her creation unfolded...

"You wouldn't believe me if I said no." Atlas said, as he snapped his fingers once again. Causing a closet to rise from the floor, opening its doors to reveal everything that Petra might need to spruce up her image...

It didn't take long for her to change into the appropriate attire for her new self. Those elegant, shiny black elbow-length gloves. That pantyhose that emphasized her shapely legs perfectly. And that shiny black corset that emphasized her body in just the right way. Combine that with the glasses she donned last, and she looked as sharp as her mental image of herself...

And Atlas, well, he couldn't stop himself from rubbing his hands together when presented with her. "Truly, using a Writer and Artist's own imagination against herself, turning her into the perfect and loyal dominant... It's one of the better ideas that Suzaku gave me. Even if Byakko had to slave over the idea to iron out the kinks."

Only to slightly blush as Petra once again put her hand on his chin, firmly yet gently holding him. "And there's still plenty of kinks to iron out. Kinks that I need you to help me with, Sir Grimwald." Compared to before, when she was that submissive, she now sounded so utterly confident that even he couldn't stop himself from feeling a little charmed.

Well. He had gotten what he wished for. And it definitely seemed like she was loyal. The mark on her latex-clad hip emphasized that. Which simply caused him to chuckle as he regained some sort of control.

"Very well, Pet." He said, as she began to tremble in turn. Responding favorably to the triggers that she had been 'born' with, as he rubbed her on the cheek in turn. "Then let's take you for a test run..."

Atlas' brand new Pet smirked just as he did. And from that day onward, the employees of Atlas Corp would understand what it meant to love their own obedience...