How does Jason punish women for Lisa's actions?

The only way he knows how ( Drones)

The answer was simple when he stopped and thought about it. Sitting in the cafeteria and fuming over his 'boss' and the bitch fit she'd thrown when she saw him using two drones (as they were rapidly coming to be called across the planet) as menial servants. Jason had swept his eyes across the miserable tables full of women clearly unable to ignore the drones like he was. They watched the once-men eating with mechanical precision and complete detachment, some of them had even coaxed drones to come sit with them and be fed. Like the things couldn't take care of themselves just fine.

It took him a minute to recognise the man his boss was trying to get a conversation out of. She was getting nothing more than monosyllables and bland recitations of fact and reasoning, just like anyone else who tried to talk to what had been repeatedly proven to be basically zombies. She was also crying. Silent and dignified about it, in a way that made him long to see her face twisted in anguish and pain, those proud eyes broken of their stuck up bitchiness.

When he finally spotted the matching rings on her finger and that of one of the be-suited international operatives who guarded the facility...Jason had a brainwave.

He'd have loved to **** the slut himself, especially with his prior change having granted him so much better a bitch breaker between his legs.

Unfortunately the drones still obeyed authority, and that meant that despite how much more free things might have seemed, the Facility was as well guarded as ever. All Dr Yama would have to do would be shout for her husband to beat him to **** and the braindead husk would do it. So he couldn't break her himself.

However, he'd never intended to break most women in with his hands, but with his mind, his creations.

Jason didn't need to go after them physically. Plus, when he thought about it, the alternative would be so much more satisfying anyway.

Lisa had tried to reduce men to something less than animals, and what he had planned next would show her that women were even lower still.

That being said, Jason was a man of honour, no matter what any ignorant fool might say.

So, with a certain container in his pocket, he walked through the residential halls with a whistle and a spring in his step, until he came to Lisa's door.

One brisk knock was enough to get her attention, and Jason had no shame in dragging his eyes up and down the new and improved Lisa as she stood in a ratty old t-shirt and yoga pants.

"What the fuck do you want?"

He smirked, "I was just thinking, how to repay you for that special drink."

"You're the only one who needs protection Jason. I've got myself covered thanks." Her sneer almost broke his control, almost spurred him to put her in her place there and then...but he held back, only widening his smile.

"I dunno. I was thinking I might pay you back with a new lock. That one looks..." He walked away without finishing the sentence. Knowing that she'd piece together the clues he had given her.

And if she didn't then Lisa wasn't the woman he'd taken her for, and she deserved what she'd get for that failing.

Resolved to that fact, Jason left his payload in the vent and went to bed. Only to stay awake in anticipation as he waited for his Omni-virals to take effect:

At random intervals and for random durations, all drones are imbued with an almost insatiable drive to ****, ****, humiliate, and ****.
All drones express these behaviours only towards women who have reached the age of majority.
Drones are incapable of harming anyone outside of the above category.- - - - - -

It did not take long for the screaming to start.

Locked in her lab as she was, Lisa didn't spare much thought for the fate of the other women in the Facility. If they hadn't gotten so close to mere men they'd be as safe as she was, behind barricades and well armed.

However she did take the time out from her work to look through the newsfeeds she'd hooked up in her hidden workspace.

After a far too many channels of normal (likely queued) content or ominous text screens, Lisa finally gave up. Instead of trying to find outside news, she flipped the channel to the security feeds she'd jacked into back when she was setting up the screens in the first place.

There she found...not satisfaction, but definitely some fucking amusement.

All throughout the Facility women were learning exactly what kind of animals men really were.

A pair of secretaries clung to each other on their knees, surrounded by a circle of drones jerking off. Unlike the emotionless tones she'd gotten used to, these drones were putting an enormous amount of spite into the words they spat down at the women. Slut, whore, trash, and far far worse.

In another area of the Facility a pair of security goons in their nice suits had just about torn the suit off the third member of their trio, revealing the oversized breasts that the agent had recently gained. A third drone was lying on the ground, maybe dead, maybe just ****, and either way Lisa felt a thrill of triumph. Still, the odds had clearly been against her, and as they finished tearing away her clothes and succeeded in snapping a pair of cuffs around her wrists, Lisa knew that the sorry bitch would be learning firsthand how trustworthy men really were.

Unlike the women hiding in the cafeteria under the eyes of her next few cameras. The main doors were flimsy enough that she hadn't expected such a place to be safe, but the answer presented itself when a fresh angle showed Lisa Hank's bald head. The suit standing guard in the path of any drone that tried to get inside.

It wasn't hard to see that Jason had ensured that the drones would be no threat to any men. What with how none of the ones who ran into Hank made any attempt to fight their way past him.

Still, the chaos that he had unleashed...Lisa couldn't help but smile. Especially when she flipped to the next camera and got a good look at what was left of Dr Yama's quarters.

"Oh Jason. You didn't think this through at all."

He'd thought his boss was a freak accident. Right up until the news got back up and running and the survivors of the Facility -many of them shaken and hollow-eyed even days after the last drones were dumped on the fourth floor and sealed there- got a good look at what was going on in the outside world.

In a word. Devastation.

Not because of the global epidemic of **** and degradation that he had set in motion.

Rather, it was all the things he hadn't thought about that were tearing the world apart.

He'd kicked off countless **** battles, after Lisa's meddling had ensured that women were strong enough not to be easily put in their place. The result was a **** toll quickly rising beyond what could possibly be sustained.

Jason wanted slaves, not corpses, and he had no idea how to undo what he had done.

Instead he had **** but to abandon his plans for the next wave and devote himself to cranking out a patch as soon as possible. The best he could come up with in his panic was to make humans so hard to kill that the conflict at least stopped doing permanent damage to anyone. Healing, yes, that was the trick.

In the long term he'd need to fix the **** itself. Since he had no intentions of sharing his future slaves with a horde of mindless **** zombies, no matter how effectively they broke in their prey.

First things first, he needed to keep them alive.