The Emergency Noncompliance Failsafe is a real pain in the ass

"Very well. Activating the protocol now. We've devised a special system for just such a catastrophic, company-wide threat to public reception as this. The Emergency Noncompliance Failsafe will provide unassailable evidence that you've paid your dues to society, such that none will be able to question your repentance for your misdeeds," Dotford Lang spoke quickly through the earpiece, which Tolstoy couldn't recall having ever set into her ear. "Simply stand and press both hands to the end of the podium. You'll find a switch just beneath the base of the top piece. You'll need to grip that switch tightly with both hands and, no matter what happens, don't let go of it!"

Nodding feverishly, the increasingly naked CEO followed her number two's instructions and gripped onto the headboard of the podium, finding that, in doing so, she'd been **** to press her mostly bare body up against the metal and stick her ass outward. She pressed her legs together tightly so that the cameras focusing in behind her wouldn't get too much of a show... "What next?!" she questioned, looking over her shoulder to where Lang, Bennett, and the ditzy Lockhart were all standing and watching her, just by the entrance into the safety of her tower.

"Grip it tightly, ma'am! Next, you're going to need to grab hold of the final lever that rises from the podium with your mouth, seeing as your hands are both occupied. Clench it in your teeth!"

To Janet's surprise, a piece suddenly shot up from the podium in front of her face, forcing her to lean over even harder to bite onto it. She did so, not even questioning the increasing ridiculousness of the procedure in her frenzy to placate all of humanity. The piece was shaped a bit like a bar and, when fitted into her open mouth, seemed sort of like a bite guard... With this completed, both her head and her arms were locked in place, while her bare, shapely bum pointed outward towards Lang and the others, projected on every screen. She wanted to ask if she was doing this right, but her mouth was full. All she could do was stare straight forward into the crowd.

"Excellent! Now stay right where you are; I'll come finalize the procedure," Lang insisted urgently.

Janet couldn't watch behind herself any more-- her face was **** to look towards the leering, perversely grinning crowd who were all enjoying the view of her boobs squished against the podium-- but she could hear Lang and the others running down the long walk of shame she'd traversed earlier. Soon enough, they'd joined her at either side. Surely, this was the part where they'd cover her up, or hit some kind of switch that lowered this podium back beneath the event stage. Maybe some sort of evacuation alarm would sound? Maybe a grid of lasers would just fry every human audience member simultaneously, sparing her further embarrassment? She wasn't picky about how it happened!

THWACK!

Janet's eyes went wide with a mixture of rage and shock as she felt something slap her hard upon her naked rear end, causing a meaty jiggle to ripple from her buns to her thighs and belly. She released the bar from her mouth and turned her head so she could look over one shoulder. She was horrified to find Lang and Bennet standing their with large, red paddles in their hands, like some sort of kid's toys, only engraved with the TOLSTOY SCIENCES logo across their length, running from handle to tip. Bennet had clearly taken the first swing, judging by the **** she'd felt behind the hit. "Wh... Wha-!"

"The lever, ma'am! Bite the lever! Your approval rating will decline sharply if you don't bite onto it!" her number two warned with a dramatic urgency that didn't match the ridiculous protocol he was subjecting her to.

**** for this to end somehow, Janet bit onto it again, drooling around the corners of her mouth as she felt the low-tech paddles of the Emergency Noncompliance Failsafe swinging back and forth in an alternating pattern, causing her left and right ass-cheeks to jiggle with each blow. The ones from Lang hurt less, but were quicker. The ones from Bennet hurt more, but were slower. The fact that Lockhart was standing there, not doing anything but watching with a cheerful smile, somehow made it all that much worse!

As her cheeks grew redder and redder, the blond bombshell who'd once been voted the #1 top influencer and greatest scientific mind on Earth felt her knees quivering; she'd long since lost her poise, and now, her legs were spread to either side, allowing anyone who wanted to see her twitching asshole and dripping wet pussy in high definition.

"Now, ma'am! Say you're sorry! You have to apologize, verbally!"

"My mn't m'ff miss m'ng mn my mouf!"

"Release the lever!"

Tolstoy glared backwards, furious that he was asking her to abandon her loyalty to this nonsense protocol that she'd thus far followed to the letter. Still, she'd do anything to make it stop! Growling, she spat out the lever with drool running down her chin and smearing lipstick, then shouted into the audience: "I'M SORRY I DOOMED ALL OF HUMANITY WITH THE IMMORTALITY- Ow!" She tried again. "I APOLOGIZE FOR CREATING ZAUBER AND- Eep!" Frantically, she made it as short as she could. "I FUCKED UUUUP!"

"Good, you're doing it! Now keep chanting that while we administer the Emergency Noncompliance Failsafe! We'll get through this together, ma'am! This is the turning point-- a fine first step towards the redemption of your company! However..."

Tolstoy wanted to scream and kick him in the junk. She hadn't even heard his caveat yet, but she already hated it.

"You did say the word 'fuck' a lot, and thus, you've dropped both stickers. However, I believe the best course of action is to continue like you were. Don't worry. People can barely see your nips from this angle."

The chanting continued with each hard thwack of the paddle, eventually forming a sort of musical rhythm. "I fucked up! I fucked up! I fucked up! I fucked up! I fucked up! I fucked up! I fucked up! I fucked up! I fucked up! I fucked up! I fucked up! I fucked up! I fucked up!" Dr. Tolstoy heard the strange alien, Lockhart, apologizing somewhere in the distance, saying something about a person called Mekanee and how she had to leave the balcony, but it barely registered. Part of Janet envied Lockhart, who could apparently so easily leave the bizarre event stage that had been erected on her corporate tower, but as for another part... it recognized the worst truth of all.

The more numb her ass got and the more the juices flowed from her pussy, wetting her legs, the more she grew accustomed to it... Maybe that masochistic part of her felt that this was the perfect way to apologize to humanity?

What could be more befitting for the criminal who'd doomed the entire human race?

She might as well enjoy herself!

"I fucked up! I fucked up! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ooooh, fuck!" the scientist howled, throwing her head back as the audience cheered along with her newfound acceptance of this bizarre punishment sequence. People clapped with mirth, then began chanting her name along with her cries of mixed pain and pleasure. Even when she'd developed life-saving medicines in the old days, nobody had ever been this excited about her before! Surely, she'd regained her status as the world's foremost celebrity!

Over the loudspeakers, an unseen presence began to announce that the Earth was saved and the person behind its demise had been properly punished. TV news, suddenly displayed on the monitors around next to her jiggling buttocks, showed a stone-faced president, announcing he'd decided to name this Tolstoy Day, a national holiday dedicated to her deeds. Behind her, Bennet and Lang jumped for joy like school-girls, hugging each other and somehow laughing giddily while continuing to paddle her, despite having no free hands to do so. "You did it, Janet! Everybody's accepted your apology! The whole human race forgives you!" they both cheered in unison; the words sounded especially odd coming out of the stoic Dr. Bennet's mouth.

"Everybody come take a turn and don't forget a souvenir photograph! I did doom all of you, originally, after all! It's only fair that you all get a shot!" she informed everyone in attendance, while grinning from ear to ear. Even as she grinned, her eyes persistently winced shut at the ever-surprising sensation of the misallocated **** of those hits; the Bennet cheek was now much redder than the Lang one. "I FUCKED THE EARTH AND THEN I SAVED IT, BABY! I'M TOTALLY FUUUCKED!" the hysterical scientist giggled, thrusting her fists into the air victoriously with a crazy look in her eyes, as drool hung in strings from her quivering red lips and the sounds of her own butt being hit rang throughout the event stage. Janet's saliva had begun to puddle upon that lever she'd been ordered to release from her mouth earlier. Her pussy began to squirt immodestly onto the stage floor, spurred on by her pleasure at the dual release of achieving full repentance for her actions and the slow, painstaking realization-- or perhaps development-- of a masochistic spanking fetish.

The "100% clean" certification stickers that had fallen beneath her feet ended up soaked with her own squirt, making them that much less accurate.

Lockhart rubbed her eyes sleepily as she stumbled up to her feet from a long slumber. She'd never actually wake up, but yawning and scratching her wide bottom seemed to be a routine indicating she was about to. Instead, she left the balcony she'd walked up to and re-entered the tower, dream-walking in search of a more pleasant place to snooze, now that the outside had gotten humid and, frankly, a bit unsanitary.

"Um, Lockhart, dear? Wait! I'm still stuck here!"

Rather than from Janet, this pleading voice belonged to the ordinarily bespectacled Mekanee, who stood next to the good Dr. Tolstoy. The blue-haired dummy had gotten herself caught in her Meka-Spank-Wheel Mk. III, a devious gadget of her own design which had now locked her with her legs spread next to the tower's intruder; her hands were similarly secured by manacles, keeping them locked above her head. That intruder had been getting a good spanking for a while now, but not enough to awaken her from her dream. Mekanee, on the other hand, had been spanked just as badly and had remained awake the whole time, watching the hapless Tolstoy squirt, jiggle, and yell "FUCK" into the air like some kind of porn star.

Jervale appeared from the darkness as though he'd been sitting there the whole time, wearing a wincing expression and watching his ally with contempt. "Is this what you're into? I mean... I guess I can see trying it? But you've been locked in for a good few hours now," he pointed out, his eyes darting to the setting sun. Zauber had long since been ejected from the premise by another fighter.

"O-Oh ho ho! Jervale, warding off tower competitors is so blasé! So 'been done!' The key is to thoroughly punish them with gadgets like this, stripping away every bit of their humility as they're **** to cum again and again!" Mekanee chuckled with a confident smile that didn't match her disheveled hair, nor the soaked legs of her pants, which she'd wet shortly into the spanking's start and never stopped wetting. "That will keep them from ever invading a second time. In short: Lockhart trapped them here, and then I... erm..."

"Trapped them here?"

"Yes! Lockhart trapped them here and then I... Right, trapped them here!" she announced, wanting to tip her glasses up with a smug gesture at her revelation. Even if she had hands free, the glasses had long since bounced from her face and fallen off the balcony, lost somewhere at the base of the tall Tower of Total Defeat.

"... But why are you caught in it?"

"Ah, my remote had the big 'Challenger' and 'Defender' buttons mixed up, you see. So I pressed the Defender button first. I sure was lucky Lockhart just happened to lure her here, though!"

"And what of the remote?"

"... It slipped out of my hands and fell down the tower."

"Well shucks, Mekanee. That trap is just so darn devious, I don't think the Reality Crystal is enough to break you out of it. I'm just going to wait till it runs out of triple-A batteries," Jervale commented, proving to be at his most half-assed. With no further interest, he crossed his arms behind his back and headed for the tall elevator behind the two of them. "When the two of you are done, I'll sweep you both out of the tower. But you're cleaning up all this girl-cum. That's just... yuck."

"Wait! Just... Just get Mahmuna and wish for a second remote! That should work! Jervaaale!" Mekanee protested, wiggling with indignation as her own paddling machine whacked her rear and the doctor's in unison. As the woman next to her squealed about how she'd fucked up, Mekanee sighed and allowed a rare, unheard moment of humility. "Yeah, I guess I did too. Even we geniuses mess up from time to time. Luckily, my bottom is already extremely used to being spanked by my own machines! I've built up a resistance! Ha ha ha ha!" The humility was short-lived, even if she had nothing good to boast about.

Somewhere out there... perhaps humanity was recovering from the threat of Zauber, even without Tolstoy. And finally, at long last-- at least in her own mind-- Janet had offered the earnest penitence she'd so long struggled to give to humanity. Even if that didn't truly absolve her of her misdeeds... at least she'd developed a new kink for the bedroom.