Madame X provides answers

Tarisa pushes Madame X away as the camera footage shows from her nipple piercings.

"Stay away from me? You hear me?! Stay the fuck away from me!"

"I understand you are confused. It's quite understandable but you see we needed to be sure about the results before we could talk. And I'm happy to say my dear..." Madame X smiles, "You passed."

"What is this? Who are you?"

"We are the Order!" Madame X says raising her hands out to the statues over her, "A sisterhood of strong powerful women who have been pushing and manipulating society to bring it back to a world that it was once was since the time of the fable land of Gordor."

"Which is?"

"A world of sex and dominance. Where strong will women, that you would call doms, dominate and bring those who you would call subs, who are mostly men, down on their knees to serve us sexually and enjoy the freedom that comes with subservience."

"You are mad."

Madame X smiles as the cave wall changes to reveal a giant tv screen where a picture shows a cave drawing of sticks figures bowing down to a figure on a podium that has big breasts and a golden halo around its head as it has a sword by its side, "Since time immemorial we have worked in the shadows to try to fix the scales of balance that man broke when they took over and said that women were nothing but slaves to them and not the other way around."

Tarisa watched as the scenes flipped over different pictures from various points of time.

"We have worked hard and tirelessly to put women back on top." Madame X turns to the screen, "From the days of pirates."

The scene shows various illustrations of busty women pirates in scanty clothing taking over a ship as they **** and tortured terrified men.

"The days of the gold rush in the west."

More illustrations shows women with big breasts riding horseback as they shoot at the sheriff's men to black and white photos of a woman sheriff who has a man tied up and gagged and stroking his dick as pictures were taken.

"The time of gangsters."

Black and white photos shows a woman with a tommy gun pointing in the air as she smokes a cigar with other women dress up like her posing sexually as well.

"Every time period you can think we been there. Of course men take all the credit. Sometimes we let them to hide our identities but mostly they just take it." Madame X sighs and looks up, "But at least the history of men allow us to keep our mistakes."

Book illustrations appear on screen to show monster women from sirens to vampires, all looking seductive and with big racks are shown, "Before man could understand that the g-spot on women was not a myth, we were already advance for our time because we weren't focus on how to kill our fellow women but instead focus on how to improve them. And well, breakthroughs were made but they didn't go as well as hoped. Why do you think in the Victorian time there were so many gothic tales of monsters?"

Madame X smiles.

The scene then changes to comic panels of busty women, "Of course we tried again in the forties with some mixed results."

"And let me guess you created superheroes?"

"And supervillains. But they weren't as profound as you think and just like our creations a few decades earlier didn't last long but unlike the monsters of old the men decided to replace these women of power with their male creations. We did try these experiments one more time in order to help a **** woman who wanted to help her weak, sick daughter to become strong. We took pity on her as the woman had power, influence, and sadism that worked well for our organization. But needed help after her husband left her due to some financial scheme and left her and her daughters holding the bag. It still a decision that I don't know if I regret or not. Hmm... anyways. We decided after that maybe playing goddess wasn't a good idea after seeing various results and that a new approach needed to be made."

"I'm going to go on a limb here with seeing that woman at the bar and then my colleagues acting like brainless idiots then usual that new approach was brainwashing."

Madame X smiles and points at Tarisa, "Very good. Very good."

The scene changes to men and women chain to those machines that Tarisa saw as they are lined up being pumped, "Every year my colleagues and I take multiple subjects, all subs and **** them into a type of retraining. The ones that show the most promise, we sent back out into the world, into the world of politics or businesses as little sluts and whores for their bosses, and husbands and whisper in their ear about the new way of life and to feed us secrets that we need for efforts to expand our reach."

"And the ones who don't show promise?"

"We keep them as pets or sell them to some ally. They are taken good care of I promise."

"And Sex Fighters? What is that all about?"

"Aw, Sex Fighters. One thing none of us saw coming and we can all thank that to the Luvs, one of the few families who are not part of our group. The sport pushed boundaries and changed the ways people were thinking about sex and female dominance in a way that we could never do before. In fact, it has done more in the last few decades that we could never achieve in the last hundred years."

"And the missing wrestlers and staff?"

"As I said brainwash and sent out as sleeper agents or kept as pets. You be surprised how fast a business man or women will marry someone who looked a lot like the pornstars that they were jerking off to as they got **** in the ring. The real wrestlers were added to help with the creditability of the sport. We just used them as our opening ritual before our annual meeting as thanks for what sport has given us."

"Some thanks. But this is insane!" Tarisa yells, "All of you are insane! Women dominating men. You are not better then the men are claiming whose superior and whose isn't. Well, I'm getting out of here and exposing you and all you crazy cunts to the world! You won't get away with this!"

"But you see, Tarisa." Madame X chuckles, "I already have."

The screen changes to the various commercials as Scot Stevens is heard yelling, "But first commercials!"

Tarisa watched as the same commercials that played in front of Jack, played in front of her from Mama's Luv Milk to sex toys and movies from CAW.

"You already said so yourself. We are using brainwashing to control the people and what better way then subminimal messaging in the commercials between matches?"

Tarisa doesn't say a word as Madame X continues, "And you can see what a world we created."

The screen changes to show new reports of dog parks opening where people in gimp suits are being walked by their doms. Footage shows cops in latex outfits slamming a man against the wall and pulling his pants down before they **** him with a dildo shaped night stick. More footage shows people in various leather and latex walking the streets more out in the open without being attacked.

"This is my favorite one." Madame X says as latex nuns are seen bowing to a glass mural of a big blonde buxom woman, "She kind a reminds you of someone, wouldn't you say?" She asks as she stands side by side to the mural. The likeness is uncanny.

"Thanks to sex wrestling, people are more sexually free then if they were in man controlled puritan society. And because they are free without the pressure of sin that the church puts on them people are getting more creative. Advancements in science, medicine, the arts, technology. Things that we predicted wouldn't happen for another few decades are happening here and now and people are better for it as well as the environment. A lot more people, it seems, cares about the trees or the ocean when they learn they can fuck there in the open without judgement."

"Okay I get it. You'll create a utopia or the start of one. But why me?" Tarisa asks, "Why are you telling me this? Why don't you brainwash me and be done with it?"

"We could but it wouldn't work."

"Why not?"

"Because Tarisa, you are not a sub. You are a dom."

"What?"

"Don't play coy. You knew ever since you went undercover in those kink parties, when you couldn't help but sexually **** your weak minded coworkers. You were the only one who didn't fall under my sway during our little talk or when you rescue your little friend. Or even that little video we showed you as you fisted yourself. You were turned on by what you see but you weren't controlled by it. But as for these two."

"Hey let us go!"

"We have rights!"

Guards push Jack and Henry forward, this time without their collars on as their arms are tied behind their backs.

Madame X looks at them, "Would you like to be quiet?"

The men stop in their tracks and dazed off

Madame X looks at Tarisa

"They are subs, completely and utterly."

She then snaps her fingers and the men woke up and saw Tarisa

"Tarisa!" Henry cries out, "You got out?"

"Boy, am I glad to see you here!"

"Now we could we break you in the dungeons but after all you went through and your determination to see it through to the end plus with you being a dom. You have earned my own and my sisters' respect. And we will let you with all your footage and with them. If you want?"

"If I.. want?" Tarisa turns to Madame X.

Madame X turns and holds the remote, she had hidden in her hand the entire time, point over her shoulder. The screen changes to a over head shot of Jack and Henry about approach Tarisa as she holds up in the stocks.

"You know Henry." Jack says, "I think we should give Tar a going away present, don't you think?"

Tarisa looked up after Jack threaten to knock out her teeth and proceeded to face fuck her while Henry took her pussy.

Madame X is heard whispering her ear as Tarisa's cries and pleas are heard while the men **** her in the center of the room, "Now tell me, do you really want the world to go back to that? To them?"