you then decided to listen in on the bullies compelled conversation focusing on heather's and sister Mary Katherine Donnelly after listening to them you torment heather a bit them then summon grace to give Mary a status report on how much children's lives have improved
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You descend into the basement of Victoria's mansion, where the crystalline storage chamber houses your collection of transformed bullies. The room glows with an ethereal blue light emanating from the translucent crystalline forms suspended in ornate fixtures along the walls. Each crystal pulses with energy, powering various mansion systems while their consciousness remains intact inside.
You approach Heather Coleman's crystal first. Her form is frozen in a moment of orgasmic ecstasy, body arched and mouth open in a silent scream. Unlike the others, her crystal has a special modification—a small control panel that allows you to manipulate her experience.
"Let's check in on what you're experiencing today, Heather," you say, activating the audio feed that lets you hear the compelled conversations between the crystallized bullies.
Heather's thoughts become audible through hidden speakers: "...nineteenth orgasm this hour. Please, someone talk to me. The silence is worse than the pleasure."
Sister Mary Katherine Donnelly's crystal responds: "At least you deserve this, Heather. You tormented dozens of classmates. I merely enforced discipline at the convent."
Heather's crystal pulses brighter. "You broke Grace's spirit! You locked her in that closet for days!"
"I was saving her soul," Mary Katherine's thoughts echo defensively. "The Lord works in—"
"The Lord had nothing to do with what you did to her," interrupts Caroline Winters' crystal from across the room. "You enjoyed it. Just like I enjoyed making Maxine cry during science fairs."
You smile, enjoying their forced honesty. The transformation prevents them from lying even in their thoughts.
"Interesting conversation," you muse, turning to Heather's control panel. "But I think you're having too pleasant a time, Heather."
You adjust a dial, reducing her pleasure while increasing her awareness. Heather's thoughts immediately become clearer, more desperate.
"No! Please! The pleasure was the only distraction from knowing what I've become!"
"That's the point," you respond, though she can't hear you. "A few hours of clarity to reflect on your actions."
You press the intercom button. "Heather, can you hear me?"
"M-Mistress Jane!" Heather's thoughts race with panic. "Please restore the pleasure. I'll do anything!"
"Tell me what you did to deserve this punishment," you command.
Heather's crystal dims slightly as she responds. "I... I tormented you throughout school. I spread rumors about you sleeping with teachers. I stole your homework and replaced it with pornography to get you in trouble. I—"
"And now you power my mansion's west wing lighting systems," you interrupt. "Fitting, wouldn't you say?"
"Yes, Mistress," comes the defeated response.
Satisfied with Heather's torment, you turn your attention to Sister Mary Katherine's crystal. You tap your wristband, summoning Grace to the chamber.
Minutes later, Grace arrives, her punk aesthetic a stark contrast to the serene blue glow of the room. Her nanite-blue eyes widen when she sees which crystal you're standing before.
"You wanted to see me, fucking Mistress?" she asks, her programmed profanity at odds with her formal posture.
"Yes, Grace. I thought Sister Mary Katherine might enjoy a status report on how children's lives have improved under our new educational system."
Grace's face splits into a wicked grin as she approaches her former tormentor's crystal. "Oh, I'd be goddamn delighted."
She stands directly in front of Sister Mary Katherine's crystal, knowing the nun can see and hear her. "Since you were crystallized, the fucking educational system has been completely transformed. Bullying has decreased by ninety-seven percent. Child abuse reports are down eighty-two percent because our super teachers detect and address problems before they escalate."
Grace's voice grows stronger with each statistic. "Students are now guided toward careers they'll actually excel in, not forced into college tracks that don't suit them. Graduation rates are up. Teen pregnancy is down. And best of all, not a single child has been locked in a fucking closet for 'spiritual reflection.'"
Sister Mary Katherine's crystal pulses erratically, her thoughts coming through clearly: "Impossible. Children need discipline, structure..."
"They need understanding and guidance," Grace counters. "And now they have it. Thanks to Jane's vision and my Leadership Collective implementing it."
You place a hand on Grace's shoulder. "How does it feel, telling her this?"
Grace's eyes gleam with satisfaction. "Fucking therapeutic, Mistress. Absolutely fucking therapeutic."