The conclusion

Tarisa turns to the men.

"Tar..." Henry says.

"It was only a joke." Jack chuckles.

"Take them." Tarisa replies

The men struggled till Madame X came up to them and smother them with her tits, "Ssh...ssh, don't you want to behave for me?"

Soon, the two stop struggling and just looked on with a far out look in their eyes.

"Yes..." Both men said like drones.

Madame X then nods her head and the guards dragged them away to the shadows.

She then turns to Tarisa.

"They will go to good homes I promise you after some training."

"I don't care." Tarisa turns to Madame X, "Now about getting me home."

The scene changes to Tarisa standing on a dock shivering from her nipple rings cameras as a ship is seen approaching from the sun set.

"Here..."

Tarisa turns around and sees Madame X coming to hand her a towel.

"Thank you."

Then Madame X hands a disk.

"What's this?"

"Footage from yours, your former compatriots, and from the cameras in the rooms that you escape from. As I remember making you a promise and I intend to keep that promise, unless you think me less then a man."

"You know I could take you down with this?"

"Perhaps, but I like to have faith in my fellow dom that she knows what we are doing for this world is the right thing. And if you do decide to do the right thing. I recommend if you are short on cash, to sell this footage to a certain owner of a certain porn studio."

"Yeah, I still don't figure out how she figured in all this. She's not part of your order is she?"

"Not one of our head doms you saw in that room, no, but I am her mistress after I helped her out as I mentioned before."

"You mean that woman with the sick daughter? But that's impossible. Her twins seems healthy to me and not some monster that your experiments you claimed helped make with superhuman strength."

"That mother has spent years convincing the world that she only had one daughter instead of two. Who not to say she doesn't have one more? Farewell. Tarisa."

"Tar... My friends call me Tar."

Madame X smiles and bows her head, "Farewell Tar, I hope we meet again on better grounds. The island is always opened to you on a discount of course."

She then turns and starts to walk away.

"Wait."

Madame X stops.

"Something still bothers me. All those pictures you showed me. I kept noticing something about them."

"Yes?" Madame X says not turning around.

"In all them, even in the drawings, there was a blond woman that kept appearing them, in the corner or leading the charge."

Scenes changes to show the same pictures and illustrations shown before this time on a closer look of a blonde buxom woman as a pirate, one of the cowgirls who was bandit, holding a cross against a vampire, a superhero in blue latex, in the reflection of a mirror of the gangster's picture smoking a cigar as she sits on a booth, even the cave painting of figure that the other figures were bowing too, before changing back to Tarisa's point of view.

"They all seem to look like you. But that's impossible. You would have to be ancient."

"My family has good genes, its possible that my roots in the order runs deep."

"But that doesn't feel right. Something doesn't make sense."

"Don't go looking for answers to questions you you are not ready for. Goodbye Tar. It was a pleasure seeing you."

Madame X then walks off.

The boat is heard blowing its horn as Tarisa looks at the disk in her hand and sighs, "Fuck."

And then covers her nipples and her cameras with the blanket and the scene turns black.