Keiko leaned forward. “But wouldn’t that be dangerous? Actually exposing Selecta’s real financial systems?”
“That could be the beauty of it,” I said, feeling that familiar rush of solving a complex problem. “We don’t actually expose anything. We create a completely isolated environment that mimics the real system perfectly. It would take serious analysis to realize it’s fake. By the time they figure it out, we’d have documented everything about their methods.”
Emily was quiet for a long moment, her sharp features thoughtful. When she finally spoke, her voice was careful. “I don’t think anyone’s thought of that yet.”
My heart rate picked up. “Really?”
“The financial systems are considered too sensitive,” Emily explained. “We’ve been told they’re off limits for honeypot work. But if we could make the case that it’s actually more secure to create a controlled fake vulnerability than to leave the real systems potentially exposed…” She trailed off, clearly thinking through the implications.
“It would be a completely new angle,” Keiko added softly. “Not just a refinement of existing traps, but an entirely different approach.”
Shaniqua looked up from her tray, hope flickering in her tired eyes. “Do you think the daddies would go for it?”
“I think they might have to,” Emily said slowly. “If the current approach is hitting diminishing returns like they say, they need something radical. Something that changes the game entirely.” She turned her gaze on me, and I saw a new respect in her expression. “You should propose it in the Workshop this afternoon. Formally. Initiate a new project in the system.”
The weight of that settled on my shoulders. This morning I’d been the newest girl, the one who had to kiss everyone’s assholes to learn her place. Now Emily was telling me to pitch a major strategic shift to the people who controlled every aspect of our lives.
“What if they think it’s stupid?” I asked, hating how vulnerable the question made me sound.
“Then you’ll get punished,” Emily said bluntly. “But if they think it’s stupid and don’t have anything better, you’ll get punished anyway when your work starts showing diminishing returns like ours. At least this way you’re taking initiative.”
I thought about Shaniqua and Joyce sitting there in nothing but diapers, their clothes stripped away because their daddies weren’t satisfied with their output. I thought about the plug I’d worn all morning, the way my ass still ached from being fucked by both my daddies. The constant reminder of how completely they controlled me.
But I also thought about the strange lightness I’d felt after the spanking, the way something had cracked open inside me when I’d finally stopped resisting. Maybe that same principle applied here. Maybe the way to survive this wasn’t to holdback, to protect myself, but to lean in completely. To give them everything—my body, my submission, and my mind.
The idea brought a surge of contradictory thoughts and feelings to my brain, to my heart, and even—dismayingly—to my pussy. Part of mewantedto give in like that, despite the essential independence and even defiance that I had always thought constituted a basic part of my identity. Part of me thought that compliant part had lost its fucking mind. They had spanked me and fucked my ass as if they owned it. How could that make me want to help them?
But… maybe I should just, you know, go along to get along? Even maybe just play for time that way?
“Okay,” I said quietly. I told myself that I had actually come to a decision, and a wave of relief surged in me. “I’ll do it.”
Emily nodded approvingly. “Good girl.”
The praise made my cheeks flush, and I looked down at my food again. The dynamic at this table had shifted in some subtle way I didn’t fully understand yet. I was still the newest, still at the bottom of the hierarchy. But I’d also just demonstrated value in a way that mattered here.
We ate in silence for a few minutes before Joyce spoke up, her voice small. “Do you think… do you think if the new approach works, we’ll all be able to work on it—and, you know, get our uniforms back?”
“Maybe,” Emily said gently. “If you can show them you’re committed to producing better results.” She looked at Shaniqua and Joyce with something like compassion. “But you two need to step up your game regardless. Your daddies are going to keep you in diapers, and probably plug you too, until you do.”
Shaniqua nodded, wiping at her eyes. “I know. I just… I got lazy. Started going through the motions instead of really thinking about the problems.”
“I think that’s what they want to break us of,” Keiko said quietly. “You know, complacency. They want us sharp, focused, giving them our best work.” She glanced at me. “I think that’s how the… you know… the sexual training and the technical work are connected. I think they’re trying to help us to always perform at our peak, to need their approval so badly that we’ll push ourselves harder than we ever would on our own.”
The observation made too much sense. I thought about how my mind had felt clearer in the Workshop this morning despite—or maybe because of—the plug in my ass and the diaper around my hips. How the humiliation had somehow sharpened my focus instead of dulling it.
Again the urge to give in rose in me, and this time it seemed like the voice of defiance had grown softer.
“It’s working,” I admitted quietly. “I hate that it’s working, but it is.”
Emily’s lips curved in a slight smile. “That’s the first step to acceptance, new girl. Understanding that resistance is pointless because they’ve already figured out how to make our brains work the way they want.”
The door opened again and Mr. Jenkins entered, his imposing frame filling the doorway. “Five minutes, ladies. Then back to the Workshop.”
We finished our meals quickly, clearing our trays in silence. As we lined up to leave, I found myself between Shaniqua and Joyce, both of them in their diapers while I wore my earnedpanties and uniform. The contrast seemed terribly stark. Clearly status could shift very quickly here.
But I also felt something else—a strange sense of possibility. For the first time since my arrest, I had a plan that didn’t involve just surviving. I had an idea that might actually change things, that might give me some small measure of agency in this place where everything was controlled.
“Ugh,” Emily said in my ear as we filed out. “I’m so horny and my ass hurts so much. My daddies didn’t let me come. They said they thought I’d been greedy when I queened you this morning, so they just paddled me.”
