She took the papers from him, but not before shooting him a dirty look. He laughed heartily at her futility.
She signed the divorce papers and handed it to John who signed it reluctantly.
She also signs some papers that basically said she was Cornelius’s property from that moment on. Another guard came in and injected her arm with a microchip.
“This chip marks you as my property. I can also use it to enforce my will on you. Any disobedience, and the chip will deliver a rather unpleasant shock, so watch your mouth little lady.” He turned to leave the room and the guards took Ann as they marched after him.
John and the students could only watch as Ann got dragged away, none of them knew if they would ever see her again. they were released immediately, but for John, his freedom did not feel like freedom without Ann.
Once John got home, he immediately went online to find out all he could about Cornelius. His heart sank once he discovered that Cornelius ran an adult entertainment establishment. He could guess his plan for Ann was to transform her into one of his entertainers, with her beauty, it really would be a profitable venture for him.
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Aftermath (From Perspective of John)
The next few days after the judgement was the worst I have ever felt in my life. Everything around me reminded me of Ann, and I could not help but imagine what horrors she must be going through. I spent my days in the tiny apartment we shared for what felt like an all-too-brief time. Everything reminds me of her, and I am constantly reminded that I am powerless to do anything to help her.
I have spent the last few days agitating and wondering what had become of my Ann. It scared me to think about all the twisted things Cornelius would have her do. Yet the thoughts refused to leave my mind.
I knew I could not make any contact or try anything to get her back, but that was all I could think about. It killed me slowly not knowing how she was, or where she was.
My answer finally came, an answer to a question I never dared ask out loud. I got a message on my phone one evening. I scratched my overgrown beard as I viewed the brightly lit screen of my phone. It was a video. My hear began to pound as I opened the video. The images I saw playing on my phone chilled me to my bones. Ann was sitting in front of a mirror. The person behind the camera was instructing her to apply make-up on her face.
“You better make it look really hot; you know what happens if you don’t.”
His words sent my blood running hot. I could see from her face she’d been crying. Her bloodshot eyes and dark rings around her eyes told me she had not gotten a lot of sleep. Come to think of it, neither had I.
She started to apply the makeup on her face, first the foundation, clearing the dark circles from under her eyes, and covering upon all of her blemishes. She applied some eyeshadow, some mascara, some thick red lipstick. She did some contouring and even in her dishelmed state she looked so beautiful.
“Good, now, you look the part.” The voice had more tease in it than praise. I clenched my fists as I watched.
“Now change into those clothes to complete the look.” He pointed the camera at some clothes laid out on the bed. The room looked like a small holding room. Ann stood up reluctantly and went over to the small bed. She looked back at the camera (maybe at the guy holding it).
“A little privacy?”
He laughed menacingly. I watched as Ann’s knees buckled, no doubt from the shock sent though the chip. She struggled to her feet and started to take off her clothes. My heart pounded in my chest as my anger rose. I watched her strip completely naked and begin to put on the clothes. Soon, she was dressed in a skimpy crop top with no bra, a pair of shorts that did not cover her thighs and a pair of clear heels. She looked shockingly like a lady of the night and my heart sank at the realization that Cornelius would make so much off her beauty and sensuality. The video ended and I put my phone away. I could not bear to watch it one more time. I knew Ann was unharmed, but the inhumanity she was subjected to kept my thoughts racing, yet I came up short every time.
A few days later, I received another video. In knew this was Cornelius’ twisted doing. He wanted me to see just what was going on with my beloved Ann, he wanted me to see her transformation and he wanted me to know beyond all doubt that there was nothing I could do about it.
With shaky hands, I watched the video. Ann was dressed provocatively in a see-through crop top, short skirts, and sky-high heels. In this video she was in another room, much larger with wooden floors. There was a, metal pole in the middle of the room, and I could guess what was next. I clenched my fists as I watched on.
Another girl went to Ann. She was also dressed just as seductively. Her face was covered in heavy makeup just like Ann’s.
“Just follow my lead, and you’ll be fine.” She reassured Ann with her words and her friendly tone. Ann nodded and the girl started to dance around the pole just like a well-trained stripper. Just as I thought, Ann was being trained, and Cornelius sent the video to me, just because he could.
I continued to watch, unable to bring myself to stop the video. It was at least a glimpse of Ann. If that was all I got, I would make the most of it.
The girl had finished her simple routine and she asked Ann to try it. Ann attempted the routine as well, but it was painfully obvious that she was not a trained stripper. She however gave it her best. She was asked to try again and again, slowly, she started to get better. She soon got the hang of it, and the girl cheerfully hugged her. I smiled. at least she seemed to have made a friend.
“Do you know how to twerk?” she asked.
Ann shook her head.
“Well, you’re going to learn, right now.” She got to her feet and began to show Ann how to twerk. She placed her hands on her knees and thrust her hips backwards repeatedly, Ann seemed to watch in amusement as the girl moved her waist in sync with the music playing in the background.
“Now, you try.”
Ann started to mirror the other girl’s movement, moving her waist in sync with the music. She found this dance a lot easier to do, and in a few minutes, she seemed to have gotten the hang of it. The recording stopped and I tossed my phone to the couch.
I sat thinking. I was glad Ann had found a friend, the girl seemed so nice and cheerful. I went to sleep that night and for the first time in several days, I slept almost peacefully for several hours. The next few days, I kept checking my phone for a new video. In needed to know what was going on with Ann, yet the thought of what I would find scared me out of my mind.
The week passed and I got nothing. I tried to reply to the video to get a response, but the number was blocked. I was slowly going out of my mind with worry. I kept my eyes on the news fearing the worst, but nothing. The second week passed, still nothing. I was beginning to get frantic with worry. I considered going over to Cornelius’s office, but I knew I would only get arrested. I spent the rest of the week hoping and hoping to get even a short video showing me Ann was still alive, anything!
It took 17 days before I finally got another video. I was so relieved to see Ann’s face, but the date that was being spelled out on the recording was over two weeks ago!
I started to get worried and apprehensive what was happening. The video showed Ann from head to toe in her slutty outfit and high heels. She did a simple dance routine on the pole and a short twerking session. The video then went back. the words “That was before…” came on the screen. My hear began to race as I read the words “Now, introducing the new and improved Anastasia!” the video switched to another scene. I saw a woman who looked somewhat like Ann, but her hair was platinum blonde, and a lot longer. She had fuller lips and her breasts were bigger. She also had piercings on her tongue and belly button. she was wearing heavy makeup and large hoop earrings. She completed the look with a sexy top that showed off her large breasts and belly button ring. Her short skirt did very little to conceal anything. I could even see her pink thong underwear. She wore platform heels that made me wonder how the hell she was able to walk. She was asked to speak, and my heart sank. I would recognize Ann’s voice anywhere, and I instantly understood why it took so long for me to get another video. Ann was undergoing a total transformation, and I barely recognized her. She was looking like a direct opposite of the woman I knew.
Of all the videos I got, this was the one that got to me the most. The way she spoke was even different. She looked nothing like her former self, and I could not help but feel angry at myself. If only I had no staged such a daring protest. if only I had not started the rebellion. It was futile and nothing good came out of it, now Ann was paying for my foolishness.
I knew it would not be long before I started getting videos of Ann being put to work., and a few days later, I got a video on my phone. The vide started with the image of a stage. There was a pole on the stage, so I knew this would be a stripper’s stage. A voice started to introduce the performer:
“Coming to you with the face of an angel and a body to die for, this sexual goddess has the moves to back up her looks, please welcome Candyyyy.”
Ann came on the stage wearing a very tiny bikini, her new plastic curves were out for all to see. Her pumped up breasts juggled as she walked. Her ass wobbled with each step as her platform heels clicked with each step. She walked around the pole, giving everyone in the strip club a good view of her new enhanced body. She started a pole routine that surprised me. She had leaned so much and gotten so advanced; I could barely recognize her. The club patrons started to toss dollar bills at her as she danced on the poll doing seductive moves and showing off her body.
It was a painful thing for me to watch, yet my eyes could not leave the screen. I watched as she did more and more routines, showing off her body. She soon took of her tiny bikini, exposing her perfect-looing breasts. She did a little juggle movement with her shoulders, bouncing her breasts around. One guy approached her and she bent her body towards him. he slid some bill into her bikini straps and she continued to dance.