Fear gets the better of her (Shame and Humiliation)

It took more than twenty four hours for Lisa to get free.

For that entire time, without rest or pause, she was used. The drone treating her like nothing more than a convenient piece of meat. Something to be tossed around and abused however it liked. Fucked into limp exhaustion then tormented until she came back to reality in a screaming panic. Thrashing against the insurmountable difference in strength between her and her mindless captor, Lisa would still have taken a thousand times the pain it put her through if only...she'd have done anything not to...

Busy with her work, she hadn't paid much mind to the drones and the epidemic of **** that had resulted from what she and Jason had done to most of the male population. So it had come as a shock to Lisa when a load of spunk was pumped into her -flooding her insides like they hadn't already been stained with a bathtub's worth of semen- and then she was dumped on the floor like yesterday's garbage. Her **** losing all interest in her for reasons that she only thought to investigate several hours later.

After she was done crying. Which came long after she finished dismembering and disposing of the drone.

Crawling after it on arms weak from struggling and legs that shook with every movement, Lisa had regained full control of herself when her hand bumped a fallen tray of instruments. Until her fingers found the cool metal of a scalpel Lisa had been lost and no matter how many times she drove the blade into the corpse she could not forget. The spectre of her body, her mind, betraying her, it was not an easy thing to shake.

Even emerging from her hideout and interacting with some of her fellow victims had done nothing to dispel the spectre hanging over her. Hell, those bitches made it worse!

If they weren't shaking and crying and generally acting in ways that she'd gotten over in barely a dozen hours but they just would not stop wallowing in, then they were betraying their entire gender by embracing what had been altered within them. The desires that had been planted deep inside h- them! The disgusting urges that...that...

Lisa left the first time she caught herself nodding along with some whore from the robotics lab and her speech about embracing changes for the sake of justice and blah blah fucking blah. Lisa didn't have a single shit to give about bringing Jason to justice. For the first time in months it wasn't even the urge to break his pretty little mind that was driving her. Something even baser than lust had taken control.

And consumed by that fear, Lisa could only see one route to her salvation.

She had no idea how long it took. Every time she thought of sleep she imagined walking up in the throws of another orgasm, **** on cock, and squealing in pain and pleasure and she had to fight just as hard not to start frigging herself stupid as she did not to sob. So she didn't sleep. She barely even slowed down.

Sleep deprivation was just another obstacle to overcome. No real barrier to her genius. No impediment to her plan.

She would:

1. All women lose their fetish for submission.

She couldn't see a way to live with anything less.

Jason leant back in his chair, ignoring the somewhat ominous creaking that it made beneath his weight. It couldn't even come close to snapping out of the mood he was in.He felt untouchable. Happy in a way he hadn't been since, since any time he could remember.

Why?

Because his rival, or at least the cumdump who deluded herself that she was his rival, had fucked up.

It was obvious what she'd tried to do, and as he took in the show Jason was unspeakably grateful to her for doing it.

Mindy the grease-stained engineer (admittedly a suitable career for a **** sleeve, working to realise the vision of her betters as she did) had been speaking proudly to her fellow women just that morning. Urging them to stop fighting the changes to their minds and focus on, well he hadn't paid much attention to that part to be honest. On account that by that stage in her speech Mindy had stripped to nothing more than a very skimpy pair of high legs and messily scrawled the word 'Pain Slut' across her own chest.

He'd been so enraptured by her show that he'd completed missed whatever crap she was talking, but Jason couldn't possibly have missed the moment it happened.

The moment she screamed, face lighting up like a beacon and her panties going from bone dry to soaked in an orgasm so powerful that she squirted right through the material maintaining her last scraps of modesty.

Mindy's pride deserted her in that moment. All that was left was the humiliated slut that Jason knew she should always have been. He hadn't even had to do it himself.

Watching his co-workers struggle with the latest change to be inflicted on them, Jason mused idly on the nature of his coup de grace. Playing with ideas in the relaxed demeanour of a man on the cusp of victory.

One last change and he'd be ready. He could feel it. He could taste it. Just one last change

1. All women become deathly ashamed of their fetish for submission.
2. All women become highly aroused by humiliation, such as they feel regarding their submissive tendencies.
3. When sufficiently aroused, or when they feel sufficiently safe and loved, women are able to overcome their shame enough to admit the truth of their desires.