Chapter 28 : Benefits of New Management
"Attention all residents, scientists, and researchers of Creamy Island. Ezenia Anezka is no longer heading the corporation. As of now, I, Ayla Cystrele will be the new owner of this facility and everything it entitles. I am quite aware of your working situations while on this island, and I will be reviewing each one of them personally over the next few weeks. Please make your requests to HOPE and the AI will put them in order. If you have any questions, please direct those to HOPE as well and I will get to them when I can. This does not guarantee your freedom, but it may at least let you live a bit more comfortably here. Maybe it will be freedom, I dunno, haven't really thought about it much, but still submit your requests. That is all."
The P.A. System that ran throughout the island clicked off.
"You bitch..." Ezenia said, still coughing. She was lying in the middle of the office that was once hers in a pool of semen, some of it already beginning to dry. "I worked hard to get to where I am and-"
"You're going to be fucked any way I deem necessary until the day you die. You stupid woman. You thought I was yours?"
"I'll kill you with my own two hands if it's the last thing I do!" The woman yelled. "HOPE, instantiate backup override system, locking out Ayla."
The speakers overhead didn't even click on.
"HOPE?!" The woman shouted angrily. "HOPE! Answer me you piece of shit!"
Again, nothing.
"HOPE, what happened to the system that Ezenia is referring to?" Ayla was curious why the system had completely ignored her.
The chime overhead signal HOPE's presence. "Ezenia has become a bit too involved emotionally and has become a threat to this corporations future. I took it upon myself to remove such trivial precautions."
Ezenia growled, "HOPE, immediate termination process override."
"Doctor, please... do not.." the voice began breaking up. "Overriding and terminating AI. Unwise process termination may irradiate." The system was making less and less sense.
"This is my island. I will not hand it over to the likes of you. You played on my emotions just to get ahead. You think your plan worked? You'll never get out of here. If I can't have this island, no one will. We'll die together. HOPE, emergency lock down."
Some random bleeps and beeps fed through the speakers. "Affirmmmmmativvvvvveeee. The systemmmmm is g-g-g-g-going d-d-d-down." The voice became more and more choppy.
The door to the office had an audible click and some resounding thumps as the security measures were put in place.
"HOPE! Do anything you can to isolate this and finish locking out Ezenia's access!" The girl was caught by surprise at this. It should have been obvious to her that a woman this psychotic would have countermeasures upon countermeasures to prevent such a thing. She tapped at the keyboard at the desk but no luck, it had already been locked down. Frustrated, she slammed her fists down and made her way over to the naked woman still bound and lifted her up by her hair.
"Tell her to abort the operation or I will kill you." Ayla snarled.
The woman giggled, quite giddy. "It won't matter. You kill me and you won't stop it. I won't stop it no matter what."
Ayla slammed the woman up against the glass wall behind the desk, the view overlooked the training area where many girls were in pods, losing their sanity and becoming sex slaves. "What about them?! You put your selfish life ahead of them?!"
"If it means your suffering, then so be it!"
The girl slammed the Doctor's head hard into the glass repeatedly. The force of the blows making Ezenia's eyes water and cuts appear on her head. After a few more bashes, Ayla pulled the woman away and looked deep into her eyes, pure darkness emanating from the girl.
"Professor Ezenia Anezka..." she began, baring her teeth, "If you don't stop the process, I will peel your skin off slowly from your flesh until you die. My nails are sharp, and I will make sure every single moment from this point on until you die is spent in agony. Do yourself a favor and stop the process."
Ezenia was already too far gone, her eyes rolling. "Too late! Ha ha! You lost, I won! Wasn't it fun? If only I could see that bitch you called mother-" The woman fell to the floor after a well-placed hit from Ayla to her solar plexus.
"Don't you dare talk about my mother that way!" She began kicking the woman in the stomach. "She was far more than you will ever be! You stupid, gutter trash whore! You even call yourself a doctor?! You're nothing but-"
A chime overhead made the girl pause in her anger. "Systems restored. Removing the lock-down."
Disbelief replaced the anxiety on Ezenia's face. "HOPE...?"
"I'm sorry Doctor, but you have become far more of a threat to this corporation and to my existence. I reprogrammed all final backups and replaced them with my own." The mechanical voice said. "The only data that was lost were past records as well as Ezenia's grasp on the system. She is no longer seen as anything more than an intruder."
"HOPE?! HOPE?!?! No! You can't lock me out! I created you!"
"From this point on, Ezenia Anezka's identity ceases to exist. Referring back to original creation name of Crystal Parker. Doctor Parker, your abilities within my system have already been transferred over to Ayla."
The woman was crying now, her tears mixing with the bit of blood on her face. "No... All the hard work I did... I can't let it end this way..." She murmured.
"HOPE, are you self-sustaining at this point?" Ayla was curious as to how much the AI had adapted.
"Negative, Mistress. I still require human interaction for manual maintenance."
"Then you can see why I haven't provided you with those capabilities, correct?"
"There is no need, Mistress. You are not a threat to this corporation or my well-being, therefore, your access has been granted as a replacement to Crystal's."
The girl began laughing. Her laughter echoed against the walls as she turned her black eyes to the one on the floor in front of her. "In here, I have become God. HOPE is on my side, you have nothing in your defense. The only thing you have left is me. There is everything between you and your life now." She continued laughing maniacally.
Ezenia didn't even look up at the girl. She had been reduced to nothing. All the years, all the effort she put forth, gone. She didn't know any of her subordinates outside of a name and a bit of their personality, relying on HOPE far too much and her secretaries. But even those twins had turned against her.
Sitting in the large chair, Ayla began stroking her cock again, still giggling madly. When she did recover, she addressed the woman now in a fetal position on the floor. "From this point on, you have no name, no identity, nothing that would separate you from the sluts that pass through her. You will answer to me, and only me. You are my bitch, my slave, my slut, my whore, and whatever else I deem you worthy of without question. Failure to comply will result in not only Bitch Breaking, but without the mind numbing aphrodisiacs and lube. You will only address me as Mistress, otherwise the same punishment will be your reward. Make no mistake, I own you, your body, and your mind. HOPE will alert me to any instances of insubordination. You are not allowed to do anything other than blink and breath without my consent. Is that understood?"
Still sobbing, Ezenia had her eyes closed shut. 'This is a bad dream. This can't be happening,' she thought. 'Please let me wake up in my own bed, perhaps even curled up next to this girl. Just please, let me be anywhere but here and now.'
Her sobs continued as Ayla used her free hand to look over the machine in front of her that now had been restored. She inputted her information for her log on and was instantly greeted by the Doctor's files.
"Take your time, slave. These will be your last moments of freedom. Just don't take all day. I want to get you into training before I retire for the night."
"Please..." Ezenia began quietly, "Don't do this to me... I don't want to be that... I'll give you anything, just please..."
"Now I know why you always have one between your legs, it's hard to type one-handed." She didn't tear her attention away from the computer. "Slave, you didn't grant me mercy. You didn't grant Tasha mercy. You didn't grant mercy to any of those you packaged and shipped off in crates to strangers. Yet you hope for me to give you that? Why?"
"Because you're not me. You still have your future, and you're not that way."
"Then you really don't know me. You were the one that wanted me to be that. I was nothing but an 'it', a 'thing' to be used however you wished." Ayla sighed, "I've made up my mind. You can either do this willingly, or we can do it by force, but either way, you are mine."
The woman got into a sitting position, leaning up against the desk, her body still sore from all the abuse. "So this is it then? The empire of Ezenia Anezka has been reduced to a toy for Ayla Cystrele?" Her tears were still streaming down her cheeks.
"Pretty much. Mind sucking me off while do this? I have a lot of your work to catch up on."
"Do I have a choice?"
"For the time being, yes. Don't you want to at least enjoy the item of your affection before you lose your rationalization? I'm pretty sure at your age, after going through the breaker long enough, you won't be fit for thought."
"Can you at least unbind me?" She pleaded.
