"I can't believe she tried to 'cure' me with one session of the helmet," Calliope mused as she lifted her friend into a desk chair in the room.
"Well, some people are just romantics, they want things the way they remember them," Veronica said.
"Well, that's just ridiculous." Calliope added as she cuffed the feet to the desk chair. "Nothing stays the same. Everything, and everyone, changes."
"Maybe so, my dear," Veronica replied. "Alicia, I think we are ready for your expertise now."
"Of course, just when Jenna was getting to the good part," Alicia laughed, as she patted Jenna Roberts on the head and pushed her face from between her legs. "Barbie may not be super smart, but she is super talented with the tongue."
Alicia walked over to the chair, and opened the Lancer Tech laptop which housed the software to program the VR headset tethered to it. Jenna, unsure what to do, simply started dressing, putting on her thong and her DD bra. Once they were on, she quietly knelt and waited for instructions.
"Let's see, what should we do with our loose end, Veronica?" Alicia asked.
"I think for all the trouble she has caused, we should have her unable to resist but know exactly what she is doing, and that we are doing it to her," Veronica said sardonically. "And she won't ever be able to say or do anything about our total control of her."
"Let's give her a little humiliation fetish," Alicia added. "Public humiliation, and no ability to resist us..."
"I like where this is going," Veronica teased. "It is good to be queen."
"Calliope, any last words for your old friend?" Alicia asked.
"I have nothing to say to this weak little bitch, I told her I would beat her ass," the fighter remarked. "I hope those bruises take forever to heal, as a reminder of your weakness."
"Okay, I think we are ready here," Alicia added, finishing putting in the commands for the program to scramble Instructress. "Take a look, Veronica, anything you want to add?"
"No, that's perfect," the slave trader said with a chuckle. "Calliope, would you like the honors?"
Veronica held out the VR set that was attached to the computer that was ready to alter Instructress.
"Of course, Miss," Calliope said smugly. "Thank you."
"You are most welcome, you did the outstanding job of tying up the last loose end," Veronica responded, handing the helmet to Calliope.
The professional fighter and bodyguard took the helmet and strapped in on her old friend. She then caressed her cheek, and walked over to the computer, which was ready to run the program. The pretty and muscular woman got to the computer where Alicia stood waiting and shook her head, as if something were wrong.
"You ok there Calliope?" Alicia asked concerned.
"Yes, I am," the fighter said, as she closed the laptop and ripped the cords from the usb ports before flinging the cords across the room.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Alicia asked. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
SIlently, Calliope took down Alicia in rapid fashion, knocking the wind out of the slaver, then she took cuffs from her pocket and connected the rival of Cordelia to the heavy desk she was lying beneath.
As this was going down, Jenna stared in confused fashion but didn't move.
Veronica reached for her phone as she made her way to the door, concerned for her own safety after watching her partner taken down in seconds.
"Execute slow descent," Veronica said into the phone as she exited the room at full speed.
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"I understand," Cordelia said, as the call disconnected from the woman who sounded as though she was running.
The owner of Lancer Tech, the creator of the software that started this entire ordeal, made her way to the safe in her office, and opened it. She dug into the back, and took out a small bag containing a white powder, a razor blade, a straw and a mirror, before opening the bag and following her instructions. After cutting the white powder into several lines, the CEO then used the straw.
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Calliope took a deep breath and got off the floor and gave chase to her boss, who made her way to the front entrance before being caught by the younger and more fit Calliope, who tackled her boss and cuffed her hands together before dragging her back where Alicia laid under the desk. The bodyguard then tethered her boss to another leg of the desk before getting up.
Still silent, Calliope removed the VR set from Instructress, then untied her old friend.
Jenna never made a move, she didn't want the same fate as Veronica or Alicia, but was definitely scared to move. But she definitely felt different watching things unfold in front of her.
"What the fuck was this," Calliope asked.
"This was extensive programming on you, old friend," Instructress replied. "I didn't have much choice. These two are far too dangerous to go unchecked. Seeing me in the helmet was your trigger to release me."
"I knew you would have to brainwash me to beat me," the fighter said indignantly.
"Actually, I beat you before ever using the helmet," Instructress replied. "How do you think I got the helmet on you in the first place?"
"Hmmmm," Calliope said thoughtfully. "Maybe. Tell me more."
"I had to set something up that was believable to these two," Instructress said. "So I went with the trojan horse defense."
"With me as your soldier in the horse..." Calliope responded. "Yes. There was a second fight, but that was a set up. I took a dive. I let you bruise me up good to make it more believable to the evil sisters here."
"We're even now," Calliope replied. "But I think trust between us is gone. Good luck with whatever you are doing with this shit."
"Thank you old friend," Instructress replied. "When you go out this door you will not remember any of this. But you will get serious about your fighting career..."
"We'll see," Calliope said, as she stood in front of her old friend.
"Yes, you will, Champ," Instructress said, a tear in her eye as she hugged her friend, who did not hug back.
"We're even," Calliope said, as she turned and headed out the door.
Once outside, the fighter took out her cell phone and called her manager.
"Yeah, Mickey, It's Callie," the fighter said. "I'm ready to go all in..."
As she left the building to get to her car, she wondered why she was even there in the first place. She shook her head and got into her car and headed to the gym.
Instructress took a pair of ball gags out of the backpack she had Calliope bring, and placed them on the two slavers.
"This will keep you quiet," Instructress said, securing the mouths of the women.
Instructress then walked over to Jenna, who had not moved an inch the entire time.
"Hello Jenna," Instructress said. "I am Instructress, Cordelia brought me in to train the original group of subs. She lied to me and told me they were willing volunteers. I understand you were not a willing volunteer either. I am here to clean this mess up and end this. Let me help you."
Instructress, with her calm manner, extended her hand to Jenna, who looked into the eyes of the woman before her and grabbed her hand.
"You will never have to kneel before anyone you don't want to ever again," Instructress promised.
Jenna stood, hugged the woman, and sobbed. She was completely broken, her mind shattered to pieces- and she felt it to her core.
Instructress looked on the monitors as the island orgy continued with the Lancer Technology employees who were 'having a great vacation.'
As she comforted Jenna, Instructress realized there was nothing she could do for those women who were reprogrammed and being used while they were on their vacation. There were too many obstacles with the male trainers who were there overseeing the pretty young women.
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"What you have been doing is reprehensible," Instructress told the two women now trussed to chairs and awaiting their fate. "I think you deserve a little understanding of just what you did to these women, having no control, no way to say no before you both confess and most likely serve life in prison."
Veronica looked over at Alicia, eyes pleading as if the woman could do anything, and hoped for a miracle.
"So, here is what is going to happen," Instructress said. "I think a few rounds with Jenna here are in your immediate future. That would seem very healing, would you like that Jenna?"
Jenna emerged from the shadows with a wide smile.
"Absolutely," Jenna said, walking over to the pair and striking them each with a slap in the face. "Bad Bitch Barbie was the most fucking fun I had since this all began."
"You see ladies, I had a conversation with Jenna and she agreed to a few adjustments based on the information I gathered from the files, the ones Cordelia thought she buried," Instructress related to the slavers, awaiting their fate. "So while you two are marinating and becoming compliant, Jenna is also going to start her healing process."
The emotionless Instructress, reconnecting the missing cords that Calliope threw, then placed the VR sets on the two slave traders, her disdain for them evident.
"You bitches... profess to be protectors of women... but the reality is you are the worst of the worst..." the black clad developer of willing D/s submissives proclaimed. "Normally I don't take pleasure in non-consensual play... but this is a different animal..."
The two shed tears- not of sadness, but at being caught. Instructress strapped the sets on and their future was set in motion.
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"Wwwhhhhhat are you doing to them?" an apprehensive Jenna asked.
"Programming them for three things right now," Instructress said. "One is to accept all charges when faced in court to plead guilty and help recover victims."
"Umm, that's one thing..." Jenna said, unsure how to approach the woman who tied up the current masterminds of the technology created by Cordelia Lance.
"Yes, true..." Instructress responded. "The second is to obey me in all things. For now, it seems the best way forward."
"K... and the last thing?" Jenna asked.
"They will obey you as a submissive in session when you are dressed like you were opening night..." Instructress said.
"That's great, I guess..." Jenna said.
"What's wrong?" Instructress asked.
