Visit Victoria to witness her reaction to learning her childhood bully Alexandra Wilson will soon be transformed into living infrastructure
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You find Victoria in her expansive office, reviewing acquisition documents from the Nexus Technologies takeover. When you enter, she immediately stands, her enormous breasts barely contained in her midnight blue business dress as she bows slightly in deference.
"Mistress Powers," she greets you with professional warmth. "The acquisition is proceeding perfectly. All assets are being transferred to our holding company as we speak."
"Excellent work, Victoria," you reply, settling into a leather chair across from her desk. "But I'm here about a more personal matter. Tell me about Alexandra Wilson."
Victoria's composed expression falters for just a moment, a flash of old pain crossing her features before her professional demeanor reasserts itself.
"Alexandra Wilson?" she repeats, her voice slightly strained. "How do you know that name?"
"She's on Melissa's list of childhood bullies," you explain, watching Victoria's reaction carefully. "I wanted to see your face when I tell you she'll soon be joining Heather as living infrastructure."
Victoria's perfectly manicured hands tremble slightly as she sits back down, smoothing her dress in a practiced gesture of composure.
"Alexandra was... quite cruel to me in boarding school," she admits, her voice dropping to a near whisper. "She came from old money, while my family was newly wealthy. She made sure everyone knew I didn't belong."
"Tell me more," you command, leaning forward.
"She would steal my clothes during swimming lessons, leaving me nothing but a towel to walk back to the dormitory in," Victoria recalls, her gaze distant. "She spread rumors that I slept with teachers for grades. Once, she locked me in a storage closet overnight during a school dance I'd spent months preparing for."
A single tear slides down Victoria's cheek, which she quickly wipes away. Then something changes in her expression—a cold, calculating look replaces the vulnerability.
"She works for Horizon Financial now," Victoria says, her voice steadier. "Senior Vice President of Operations. Still wearing her family name like armor. Still looking down on everyone else."
"And how does it feel knowing she'll soon be spending eternity as a crystal-encased power source, experiencing endless orgasms while serving you?"
A smile spreads across Victoria's face—not her usual professional one, but something darker, more primal.
"It feels... just," she whispers, her eyes gleaming. "May I... may I watch when it happens, Mistress? Perhaps even press the button myself?"
"Of course," you reply, pleased with her reaction. "You'll have front-row seats to her transformation."
"Thank you, Mistress," Victoria says, her voice thick with emotion. "I've fantasized about revenge for twenty years, but never imagined anything this... perfect."