Mandy’s Punishment – A Hard Choice (Epilogue & POV shift – No Sex)

EPILOGUE

**** lived for her Mistress. Her Mistress was the source of all that was good and bright in the world. Making Mistress happy brought her joy. Even when her Mistress made her do things that she didn’t enjoy it didn’t matter because she adored her Mistress. Sometimes **** got so horny thinking about pleasing Mistress. But Mistress never let **** touch her. **** would have to satisfy herself when she slept, frantically masturbating to the thought of Mistress’s lovely smooth skin and perfect behind. Mistress never asked **** to sexually satisfy others either. **** liked that. She wasn’t really interested in others, only Mistress, though if Mistress thought a guy was hot then **** agreed whole heartedly.

What Mistress seemed to want was for **** to work. Either in the gym or in the library, she made **** spend so much time in the library, reading books making notes. She gladly devoured book after book. ****’s GT had thousands of textbooks, articles and pdfs loaded on it. Mistress often tested her to see whether she remembered them. She worked hard to remember the words, and the meanings and to write the essays.

Mistress wanted **** to contact people and organisations in the outside world. **** didn’t care about the outside world. Mistress was her world. But she did it for Mistress even though Mistress told her never to mention her in her writing. People in the outside world seemed to think ****’s words were interesting. Some of them wanted to meet her. The thought perplexed ****. She wasn’t interesting, she was worthless by herself.

Mistress was seemed happy that **** stood on the platform and received her degree from the Dean but afterwards said there was more work to be done. **** was so happy she had pleased Mistress. That evening in the privacy of the room Mistress allowed her to sleep in, **** had brought herself to a shuddering climax at the thought of Mistresses smile and nod. A nod of approval…. ecstasy…

Mistress had **** continue to work, to read and research, to blog and to network. Again, **** stood on a platform. Again, Mistress was happy. Again, **** was thrilled.

After that Mistress commanded her to stop working in the library. **** carried out the rest of her routine, gym, swimming, cheerleading, cooking for Mistress and other tasks.

Sometime later outside near the Shoubu train station Mistress stood in front of **** with her friend Diana and the tall Russian med-student called George. Around them was luggage and rucksacks. **** wondered whether they were all going on a trip. A holiday with Mistress would be fantastic. **** didn’t care about Mistress’s friends in the slightest but she registered that George did not look very happy and Diana was positively sulking.

“Are you sure?” said George. Mistress nodded.

“I can’t believe you didn’t allow **** Wednesdays even once,” pouted Diana.

George put two tablets in a bottle of water and handed it to ****. Mistress told her to drink which she did. Then Mistress picked up her GT and spoke into it. She said; "GAME CONTEST OUTCOME. RESCINDED. Yes, I am sure. I release ownership of Mandy."

**** got the weirdest feeling of her memories starting to unjumble. A haze lifting from her mind. **** didn't know why Cindy was looking at her concerned like that.

“****?” No wait. Her name is Mandy.

Mandy looked down. She was wearing a figure hugging but modest dark blue pullover and full-length blue jeans. On her feet ankle length black boots. Not the style she remembered being used to, but tasteful nonetheless.

Mandy blinked. And shook her head. She had been a ****; Cindy had fucked her and made her a **** “that bitch!”. Mandy lunged forward. “You skank!” George immediately stepped in pulling Mandy back. “That’s enough, ok? Well, she’s back Cindy.”

“Yeah” said the Latina girl “Mandy. Listen to me” she said firmly “It’s over, I’m”, she nodded to the other two “we’re leaving Shoubu. We graduated.”

Mandy still being restrained by George snarled at her “So you keep me as a sex **** for a year and then decide to bail? Well it isn’t that simple Cindy, I’m going to…”

“You weren’t a sex ****. No one touched you. Not since I won your GAME.”

“Bullshit!” spat Mandy. But as her memories started to order themselves in her head, she knew Cindy wasn’t lying.

“It’s true” said Diana “She didn’t even let you eat me out once.”

The whole thing was weird. Why? Why hadn’t Cindy abused her? Mandy had been in her power, a compliant living sex toy. And now she was letting her go free!?

Mandy said nothing. She just glowered at Cindy. “I don’t expect you to thank me” said Cindy “I’m not sure I even deserve it. But I will tell you why. That’s what your thinking right, why didn’t I fuck you, and then have the Frat Houses fuck you, and then pimp you out?” Mandy stayed silent. George felt comfortable stepping back. “You’re a cunt Mandy” said Cindy matter-of-factly. “Or at least you were a cunt. These past three years you haven’t been so bad.”

“Three years?” asked Mandy.

“Yes. I completed a Master’s after graduation. And so did you. Like I was saying Mandy, you were a cunt. Higher education and certainly not Shoubu was going to change that. You were just going to become a smarter more elitist cunt. But you’re not a pure sociopath, I checked your psych-records on your GT. Which means you have the capacity to change, to think about others.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” says Mandy.

“Do you believe in Karma?” asked Cindy.

“No” replied Mandy

“Me neither. Good things happen to bad people and vice versa and sometimes the bad aren’t punished for what they do. Sometimes they are rewarded. It means people like you, always have an excuse. Bad family life, wrong neighbourhood, bullied in 5th grade. But there’s plenty of others who had things difficult and decided not to make the world a miserable place for others. Not to see the world just in terms of power, as just dog eat dog. So, it got me thinking. What if I cleared the deck? What if I gave you every excuse not to be a cunt? Not to be you.”

Mandy didn’t understand what Cindy was talking about but she didn’t like it. What had this Latina bitch done. It must be a trick. Had she been saving the real **** for when Mandy was conscious?

“So, I ordered you to finish your Journalism degree. To concentrate on Investigative Journalism. Research government and corporate corruption. You passed with flying colours. Of course you did, I commanded you to get the best mark you possibly could. And do you know something? Whilst you were at it you also beat my time in the 200m swimming competition. You trained harder than anyone.”

Cindy gave a grim but satisfied smile “After that it made sense to complete my own masters while you continued with your studies. You started writing analysis papers, contacting anti-corruption organisations, lobbying and networking. The hardest part was making sure you didn’t reference me or your gushing devotion. Mandy, in the outside world you’re considered a bright star rising in the field of government anti-corruption. You have at least two offers that have salaries just North of seven figures. Jobs you can walk into when you leave Shoubu University. You have a pre-made reputation for honesty, insight, empathy and diligence” Cindy pointed at the train station. “The Mandy the outside world is preparing for wants to make society better and hold the powerful to account.”

Mandy gritted her teeth. For some reason she felt hot. Sher skin flushing. “That’s not me though I don’t know any of that stuff.”

“Not true” said George “Your memories are all still your own. It’s a bit hazy now but it will come back, one two weeks at tops. And the tablets you just took will strengthen your neural connections. Your experiences as a **** will become yours including knowledge you acquired and habits you formed, diet exercise routine that kind of thing. It’s alchemical, magical in nature so it only takes effect on campus but the effects are permanent. Well until you get into bad habits.”

“Which she will.” said Diana “This is a massive waste. Should have just…”

“Di!” Cindy snapped. Diana rolled her eyes but was quiet.

“You think you’re better than me?” said Mandy “You **** me. Make me a ****. Make me do all this stuff just to prove a point? Just to take the credit? You want me to thank you?”

Cindy looked at the blonde impassively “I never expected your thanks. And I already said I don’t deserve them. We were enemies and did or planned to do awful things to each other. As for taking credit, after today we’re never going to speak again. But yes, right now where I am standing, I do think I am the better person. That’s the truth of it. But Mandy, on paper by every metric you’re the better person. You have the opportunity, if you want it, to prove that to everyone. You go into the world and you already have a stepping stone to be rich, influential and admired as a top expert on anti-corruption initiatives. But to do that you’ll need to work hard to continue to uphold the qualities the outside world thinks you have, fight your natural inclinations…” Cindy shrugged.

“…. or the online fashion magazine you had an internship with still has that offer open to you. It’s minimum wage to start of course but it’s what you wanted three years ago. I have no doubt another vapid bitch will fit right in without objections. You get to decide your life. But it seems to me the only choice you have to make is 'what type of person do you want to be'?”

Mandy said nothing. Three years ago, the world was a flat coin. You were either Heads or Tails. Up or Down. Powerful or Powerless. And now as memories started to crystalise, Cindy’s words presented a world that was endlessly branching. A strange interconnected story between people where everyones actions had consequences for each other. More complicated, harder to navigate…

More satisfying?

The three figures left the one standing outside the train station. The one stood pondering what choice she wanted to make next.