Coming to Terms

Yuki glows, visibly happy as she steps back. "Well, that's all of the transformations done. Now only a few more points to get too."

"Wendy, your new room is the Begging Conquest suite. You don't have a roommate quite yet, but don't worry, she'll arrive in time. She might not be next, depending on how certain things shake out." She quickly changes the subject.

"Now remember, it's your turn with Ben tonight, Callie. I will say, while you need to be there by 10, you can arrive any time after sunset. Ashley wouldn't have done anything different if I had told her, but I can imagine you might want to savor every moment. Spend every second." A coquettish wink follows, as she walks past Callie down the line of humiliated women.

"Now, I will see you all tomorrow at brunch, in order to inform you about new VPs, BPs, and answer any questions that might come up. Janne! (See ya!)" And with that she is gone, leaving a scene still coming to terms with itself.

The first thing that happens in the stunned silence are a bunch of subtle sounds. Emma is first to realize, as her hands pop free of the bonds, now loosened. Every woman tests their bonds, but one outright jumps. Yua stands rapidly, leaving Ben's lap like it was scalding hot. With Yuki no longer here to torment her, she doesn't even try to hide how she feels, how she wants to get away from him. She looks at Ben coldly, before walking back toward Emma. She whispers something to her, as the other girls begin to move out of their bondage.

"Ben, you should, like, totally leave first." Emma, despite the ludicrous words, looks at Ben firmly. "Go. Don't be a meanie." Her words are as harsh as she can make them, but she looks back at the other women. Ben realizes that to get back to the hotel, the women would have to pass him, either in front or behind him. Like a parade of naked slaves or like some humiliated troop after a defeat.

He looks up from his thoughts toward the one woman he cares about, the one woman he wants to talk to. Wendy climbs from the sybian, her hand rubbing her wrist where the rope had left a subtle burn as her body had bucked in ecstasy. His eyes fall as he thinks again.

What would he even say in the moment? That he was sorry that she was trapped as his intern and lover? That he wanted to catch up with her, ask her how the past couple of months have been? That he wanted to ask her about where they stood now, with him as her Master or ex or God why was it all so complicated?!

"Fine.". And with that he stands up, walking back toward the hotel. Slowly, everyone does, back toward clothes they are **** to wear, that could be taken at any moment on a whim. Back to their captor. Not one attempted to leave via the bridge. Learned helplessness is a cruel reality.

"So, anything to say for yourself?" Emma stands in Yua's room, naked as the other two begin to get dressed.

"What about? I thought we were clear, that after we beat the others it was every woman for themselves." Yua puts on a bra, her face not even facing her angry interrogator.

"What about?! How about those victory points you got? How you are so popular with the audience? How you tricked me?"

"That last point was a happy accident," Yua lied, "and the other things just go to show I had a little too much faith in the audience. They clearly love cruelty, whimpering little lovestruck sex slaves, and not resistance. So what are you going to do about it?" She pulls her pants up, coming to stand fully dressed in front of the naked Emma.

"Do you want to break the alliance immediately? You know that bitch wants to break you most of all now, next time you might be the one crying out master as your life gets rewritten, you might be the one begging for a bun in the oven." Yua stares down Emma, waiting for her to back off.

Emma stands her ground. "No. I want to make it clear. This isn't Yua and her two lackeys. Not the big bad CEO and her two lapdogs. We're equals. And if you don't want Maricela and I to knock you out first next round, you're going to give us some insurance." Her finger jabs just above Yua's breast. "You're going to give Maricela all of your bonus points."

Yua balks, backing away. "What?" "You heard me and this isn't an empty threat, right Maricela?" Emma turns to Maricela, who has stopped getting dressed. Though she is not quite a firm soldier on her side, as she stares at Emma's naked breasts, her eyes clearly clouded. "Right?" Emma prods her, hoping to get her to answer, though it is clear her thoughts are on the beautiful woman in front of her.

"Uh, yeah, sure. We're all here on the same level. I agree." She turns away, clearly a bit embarrassed about the thoughts that run through her head, those damned thoughts the bitch had put there. "But why me?"

Emma smiles. "Oh, well that's simple. You won't keep them for long. You see, I'm also going to give you my points, and with all of them, you're going to handle a little problem that needs taking care of. Yua's points, my plan, your action, we'll handle that problem before it even begins."