The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

PROLOUGE

Alice Wu, senior secretary at Synclock Incorporated, quietly cracked open the double doors to her boss’ office and gazed in.

She had learned early not to disturb him unless she was summoned—and even then, he still could easily be in the middle of a task that didn’t need her, so she moved deliberately. Alice was always diligently cognizant of his needs.

She was, after all, a good employee.

A very good employee.

She saw him behind the desk, and he glanced up, nodding at her.

Moving slowly, one foot in front of the other, Alice’s heels clicked across the floor. The black silk of her dress hugged her hips tightly and she could just about hear the soft swish against her body as she made her way over.

There was a time when she never wore a dress like this, never wore heels. A time when she loved her sweatpants and a well-worn pair of Chucks. But that was a very different Alice Wu. Now, she felt uncomfortable if she wasn’t hoisted up, her calves extended, her feet arched sky high.

She’d even it that, sometimes, she found herself walking this way at home, even when she wasn’t wearing shoes. It just felt better. More comfortable.

More her.

(It also didn’t hurt that they made her butt look great and her breasts, tight against the dress, beautifully extended outwards, but that was just a byproduct of the company dress code, of course. She needed to look professional, always, as good employees do.)

Plus, it was always all business at Synclock, which was fine with her. Her boss never even glanced at any part of her that might be on display.

It was one of the things she liked so much about working here, everyone was so professional

Alice made her way to the desk and placed the folder in front of her boss, who stopped reading what was on his screen to fully look her way. Killian Hund, Vice President of North American Operations at Synclock Incorporated, was over twice her age and, she could it it, fit and filled out that suit nicely. The definition of a silver fox.

Not that she’s ever thought that way about her boss, of course.

Well… not when she was at work, at least. At night, her hands between her legs, leaking out onto her fingers as she pushed her sleek vibrator against her needy clit as she imagined him

behind her, pushing so deep it made her scream into her pillow so she wouldn’t bother her roommate again?

Well, that was a different story.

“The Thomas files for you, sir,” she said, shaking off that image the best she could. “Thank you, Ms. Wu,” he said and paused. “Tell me, how long have you worked here?” “Three years,” she quickly replied. “One in the secretary pool and two as your assistant.”

“And you still like your job?” he asked. Why was he asking, she wondered. She loved her job. Was that not apparent? Should she be more enthusiastic? Alice was sure she could be if she needed to. And she did need to. She needed to be a good employee. And good employees loved their job.

“I’m so happy here,” she said. “It’s the best job I’ve ever worked.” And she meant it. “Hmmm,” he said. “And you still don’t notice anything strange about your position?” “Strange, sir?” she asked, confused about what she was supposed to have noticed.

“Anything at all. The way people act? The way they’re dressed? The things they do?” he asked. “The things you do?”

Alice wracked her brain, trying to pull out something. The things she did? No, nothing out of the ordinary, it was just a normal office.

“No sir,” she said. “Is there something I’ve missed?”

“No, not at all, you’re exactly the way you should,” he said. “I’m sorry, Alice, you’ve been a model employee, perfect, hard working, I’m just… bored.”

“Bored, sir?” she asked apprehensively.

“It’s fine, nothing to concern yourself with, you can go,” he said, waving her away. “I…” she stuttered and then nodded. “OK sir, if you need anything, I’m a phone call away.” Alice turned to walk, but Killian stopped her with a clearing of his throat.

“Actually, before you leave,” he said, and she turned to face him again. “I’d like you to take off your dress and soak your panties in your own slutty girl cum for me? Think you can do that?”

He said this so casually that Alice wasn’t sure she heard him right.

She couldn’t have. Her boss never even looks at her inappropriately. He couldn’t have said…

“Sir, I’m sorry. I must have misheard, what did—”

“You heard me, get naked and flood your cunt, pretty slut.”

“Sir!” she exclaimed, this time hearing him for sure, growing red. “That is… I can’t… That is extremely inappropriate. I’ve never… I can’t believe you just asked me to do that!”

“Understandable,” he said, learning back. “However, you still are doing it, aren’t you?” “What! I’m not, I….”

Wait. Where were her hands?

No, what was happening. She was pulling at the soft silk dress from below, dragging it up across her body and over her head, throwing it across the room with a quick flick of her wrist. Her heavy tits bounced out and she realized, for the first time, she wasn’t wearing a bra.

It occurred to Alice Wu at this moment that, despite her absolutely needing one with the size of her tits, she couldn’t the last time she actually wore a bra. That wasn’t right, she wasn’t—

“And now,” Killian said, waiting for the second part of his order.

Hold on, what? What did he mean nooowwwwwwwww…

The thought didn’t finish in Alice’s head as her cunt spammed, clenched, heat radiated from between her legs as her matching black silk thong suddenly dampened and then flooded with her juices. It was like someone turned on a faucet, pouring out against the tiny strip of fabric and pooling down her legs, making a sticky wet mess on the expensive wooden floors.

She sank to her knees without realizing she’d done it.

“COCK!” her mind screamed at her. It didn’t even sound like her voice, but it was unavoidable, like it was someone clawing out of her soul and commanding her very essence of what she needed to do. “SUCK! TOUCH! SPREAD! WET! NOW!”

“What did you do to me! How are you doing this?” she frantically screamed at him, her hands digging under the fabric, frantically digging for her clit.

“Uh uh, bad girl, hands out of there.”

Alice’s hands shot up and onto her knees, which spread open, keeping her in a classic slave position. She shook with need and anger.

“I don’t understand, what’s happening to me.” she whined. “Oh god, I’m so fucking horny, please, let me touch myself. Please, fuck, what is going on!”

“Do you want an answer, or do you want to suck on this?” he said as he unzipped his pants and let his dick spring free.

She dove across the room, his meaty cock down her throat before he had even finished the sentence. The blowjob training she never ed kicked in and she expertly massaged his member with her throat, dragging her tongue up and down his hard shaft as she bobbed her head, gagging, spit pooling out of her mouth, her fluids still dripping down onto the floor from both ends.

“Oh god, fuck me,” she thought, unsure if it was a desperate statement or a pathetic request.

Alice came, hard, as soon as she deep-throated his cock at the back of her mouth, just as she was conditioned to do.

Killian Hurd thought, again, how much he enjoyed the look on her face when she ed what had happened to her. That moment when she realized how badly they’d played with her mind.

And he did. For longer than he thought he might.

But as he told her, he was bored.

Now he wanted something new, a different kind of challenge. He wanted someone who knew what was happening to them, who could see the hands of the company open up their mind, take out its cock, and fuck deep into her head, making the hate it just as much as she needed it until she broke. He wanted someone who understood they were being changed and screamed out for more. Who swore at him, hated him as she begged for them to keep it up, to use her in the worst ways possible, to make her do the worst things she could think of.

As Alice cried and gagged on his cock, her fat tits bouncing up and down, he wrote down one word for the IT boys for his next secretary. Something he was very eager to see what they’d do with.

Alice noticed the word too. How could she not, it was a core part of who she was. And she pitied whoever came after her, because she could now, every time she was used like this, and knew it would fade again when she was done.

If the next girl felt this way all the time, then Alice knew she’d do anything, sacrifice any part of herself—and anyone she knew—just for a small taste of relief.

She read the underlined word on the paper again.

“Desperate”

And Alice Wu, model employee of Synclock Incorporated, choked on her boss’ thick cock and came again.

PART 1

Sarah was so happy she felt like she could fly. Everyone told her that finding a job after college was going to be hard, maybe even impossible. The market was awful, she didn’t have any connections, and her BA in Communications wasn’t even worth the ink on her diploma.

But here she was, just a month after college, and already with an interview at Synclock Incorporated, Fortune 500, tech giant, industry powerhouse.

Yeah, it was just to be a secretary, but everyone starts somewhere. And it was to work directly for a Vice President! That would look great on a resume, right?

“See Bailey,” she said to herself, thinking about her best friend—the one who kept telling her throughout college to major in something else, anything else or else she wouldn’t get any job at all. Bailey now had her degree in HR and had already gotten a job at some nearby tech company, snapped up right away.

It only made Sarah mildly insanely jealous.

But here she was, right at the front doors of Synclock.

“I got this, Bee, you worry too much,” she said and pushed them open.

The atrium was gigantic, tastefully and expensively decorated, everything about it screamed Power with a capital P.

At the far end, sat a check-in desk with a woman who Sarah swore was waiting for her.

Sarah smoothed down the long gray moderately-expensive business suit she bought for this interview. It fit her perfectly—it was modest, didn’t show excessive skin, looked good but didn’t show off curves, her heels were thick, chunky, her hair in a tight bun, everything about the look said, “I’m a professional. Hire me.”

The woman at the front desk did not have the same notion. She screamed, uh, something else.

Dressed head to toe in bright highlighter pink with waves of long blonde hair that fell in cute wavy ringlets all down her back, Sarah thought she might be more breast than woman. Her stylish, curved, cut and flared dress hugged her in ways Sarah didn’t think she could pull off on her best day and seemed strangely, uh, well, slutty for a company like this.

Her nails, naturally matching, lazily clacked against a keyboard. She gave Sarah a wide smile. Her lipstick, Sarah noticed, was also a matching neon pink.

“Oh hai!” she said in a sing-song way. “Welcome to Synclock. May I serve you?”

“Serve me?” Sarah asked. Must just be one of those working things she didn’t quite know about yet, “Uh, yeah, hi, I’m here to interview for a secretary position? I’ve got a 2 o’clock appointment.”

“You sure do!” the woman said. Sarah noticed her nameplate, which was written in flowery script and read:

Candy

“Let me see,” she said, looking down at a sheet. As she waited, Sarah realized she was slightly tapping her foot to the music being played over the speakers in the wide atrium. She couldn’t place the song, something light, cheerful, sweet almost. The more she tried to listen to it, the fuzzier it made her head feel, like it was something she could almost name but it was just out of grasp and trying to do that made her listen harder, causing her head to feel lighter and—

“Sarah Callahan?” Candy asked, breaking her out of the spell.

“Uh, yeah, that’s me.” Sarah could see the sheet was filled with names and times, but three of them had tiny pink stars next to their names. All women, she realized, quickly looking it over.

Hers was one of the three.

Candy saw her staring and flipped the sheet over.

“Perfect, OK, well, you’ve got me to start your Synclock journey. I’m going to take you to the next step. Ready to follow me?” the receptionist said, already standing, not actually waiting for her to answer. She was a few inches taller than Sarah, but she realized it was because of some wildly impressive heels.

Once standing, Sarah could see the outfit was… actually tasteful, just sorta loud, she thought while being distracted by that music again. It was like someone had taken a business dress, shrunk it, dyed it, and painted it onto this woman.

It actually was kinda cute, Sarah noticed. Hmm, maybe she was wrong for judging her so quickly.

Candy walked quickly, taking Sarah down a half-hidden halfway she hadn’t noticed when she came in. The receptionist flipped a switch on the wall and opened a pair of doors, leading them into a long stark white hallway filled with solid metal doors.

Candy began to saunter her way down, hips sashaying widely as she went. And Sarah, straight as an arrow, acknowledged that, damn, her ass looked amazing moving like that.

She followed the receptionist into the hallway, scurrying along in a way that made her feel extremely clumsy next to the tall, wandering woman.

As the doors shut behind her, Sarah heard a locking sound behind her. When she looked again, there was a bright Pink flash of light that filled the entire hallway. It was so quick and so bright, it caused her to stagger and she felt a wave of… happiness? Warmth? Something good.

Something very good.

“What was that?” Sarah asked, dazed.

“Huh, what was what?” Candy said in her high, breathy voice, not stopping her walk.

“The uh…” but it had already faded from her mind. There was something there, Sarah was sure, but she couldn’t quite .

“Come on silly, you don’t want to be late for the Mast— for the higher ups,” Candy said. “Good employees always come on time.”

“Right, come, don’t want to be late,” Sarah thought, rushing to hurry up. “Can’t be late.”

As she moved down the hallway, there was another Pink flash and her brain turned to candy-coated static again.

“There, uh,” Sarah said. “That thing. What was…”

“Don’t stop, keep walking,” Candy said forcefully and Sarah did, her eyes now glued to the woman’s ass, which was strange because she had never liked any kind of asses before, much less a woman’s. Her ex-Kyle has always really liked hers but she thought it was too big and just kinda there.

Kyle also was the one who kept trying to get her into bed with another woman and made so many jokes about her and Bailey and him together. Never going to happen in a million years, buddy. Not with any woman and especially not with Bailey, who was like her sister. It was one of the reasons she dumped him.

If only he could see her now, drooling at these beautiful bouncing cheeks.

Sarah was just starting to put two and two together about how weird this was when a series of Pink flashes melted her brain. Her knees almost gave way underneath her and she luckily was able to steady herself against the wall.

This time Candy stopped and turned, helping her up. “Oh babygirl, if you’re going to be this distracted during the walk, you’ll never get the job. You want the job right?”

“Uh huh,” Sarah said, the words slurring slightly in her mouth. “I really want the job.”

“Good, then stand up straight.” Sarah stood rigidly without thinking. “Brush your hair out of your face.” Done.

“And smile, everyone loves a girl who smiles.” Sarah gave a dopey grin.

“That’s a good girl. And don’t forget to push your tits out so everyone can see them. They’re a good employee’s best assets after all,” Candy said, looking Sarah over. “And you’re clearly not lacking in that department.”

“Huh, wait, what?” Sarah said, not fully understanding what she’s been told. Nevertheless, her tits were now pushed out, straining against the crisp white shirt and pressed blazer. Sarah thought about how her bra wasn’t giving her the right amount of lift for this and needed something tighter, before realizing that was a very strange thought for her to have. “What did you—”

“Ok, we’re here,” Candy said, opening a door to the room. A sleek white phone was attached to the wall to the right off of it and Sarah noticed there weren’t any buttons on it. “Here’s your pre-interview session with Ms. Whirl, one of our lead HR recruiters. Have fun!”

And Candy pushed Sarah through the door.

PART 2

Inside was a small room with an ancient big-boxed TV on one of those AV carts she ed from high school. There was one single metal chair in front of it, which had clearly been there so long she could see the indents in the carpet from the rectangular feet.

Standing behind it was a woman, not as tall as Candy, but still impressive and Sarah realized she too was in some of the highest heels she’d ever seen.

“She must be tiny without them,” Sarah thought.

This woman had long, silky brown hair that was mostly in a tight bun behind her head, with just a few tactically placed strips hanging down, framing her face. She was wearing an A-Line dress that was cinched in at the waist and stopped high above her knees, complete with silver button

down the front. Underneath was a crisp white polo-collared blouse that was snug around the chest. Her dark sleek glasses matched her matte lipstick lightly applied.

Sarah had only heard the term “office siren” a few times before, and only on paper, but seeing this woman, she understood it completely.

“Ah, Ms. Callahan, please, take a seat,” the woman said. “I’m Ms. Whirl, HR. I’m here to facilitate the pre-interview session, which is just a fancy way of stating I’ve got a video to show you about being a good employee at Synclock. Won’t take more than 5 minutes.”

Candy, who Sarah didn’t realize was still there, walked over, whispering something in the woman’s ear, who nodded, and then left the room, shutting the door tight behind her.

“Ok, but I—” Sarah said.

“Questions later, video now, we’re sticking to a tight timetable here and we won’t keep Mr. Hund waiting,” she said, pushing the girl down into the chair. Sarah felt light, like if she didn’t keep her feet on the ground she might float away. And there was that strange buzzing still in her head.

She realized she could still hear the music, but it was more distant, like it was deeper inside of her and she was having a hard time holding onto it.

That buzzing from her head, she realized with a start, was making its way down her body. It was like electricity through her, and it felt great, frustratingly good, teasing her as it moved.

She focused on it and realized it was gathering in some specific spots. Her nipples felt alive with electricity and when she focused on that, they shot forward, pebbling out, becoming uncomfortably hard. It was lower too, in her stomach, rolling through like an expert massage. And then, with a shock, it was lower than that too. In her… uh, private areas. Front and back. It felt like she was gently being kissed there, which hadn’t happened in a long long time and she was surprised to see she even ed what it felt like.

Sarah was suddenly uncomfortably wet and shifted in her seat.

“Eyes here,” Ms. Whirl said and Sarah’s eyes were glued to the screen.

“Good girl, have fun, I’ll be back in 20 minutes.”

“Wait, you said five minutes before. And you’re not staying?” Sarah asked, suddenly afraid for a reason she couldn’t quite place.

“Oh no, I’ve seen this video. And you’re not the only girl I’m working on today. Don’t worry about the time, it takes as long as it takes. Be back soon,” she said and was out the door, turning off the lights as she went.

Outside the room, Ms. Whirl pulled the phone phone from the wall. It automatically dialed a number.

“Yes Master,” she said when someone answered on the other end. “She’s in the room going through the video. No complications so far, the light inductions have already made her compliant and adjusting her brain chemistry nicely. Candy said that she couldn’t take her eyes off her ass during the walk down.”

A pause as she listened to something. “Yes Sir, we’re playing the new video for her, the one that you specifically asked for. The boys say it’s particularly powerful. It will put this new personality right on top of the old one.”

Another pause.

“Of course Master, I’m your good employee. Good employees always do what they’re told.” Pause. “Yes, I’m wet.” Pause. “Yes, I can get wetter, please hold.”

In the middle of the hallway, Ms. Whirl deftly unbuttoned her dress with one hand while pressing the phone to her ear with the other. She pulled up her white shirt and down the soft, silk thong that had the Synclock ‘S’ expertly stitched onto the front. Holding the phone with her other hand, she bent, shoving two fingers deep into her cunt, pistoning in and out of her with slurping, thrusting sounds.

“I’m bent over as you like me, Master,” Ms. Whirl said, panting into the phone.”My ass is high and my good employee cunt is now leaking down my legs and onto the floor as you asked.”

Pause.

“Yes, M—” said but was cut off. “Of course, Master.” Ms. Whirl put the phone up to her ear and braced it with her neck, taking her other hand and inserting another two fingers easily into her well trained ass. She began fucking herself from both ends.

“M-M-Master,” she pleaded out. “As I am trained to do when I have something in my employee cunt and my employee ass, I am always on the verge of orgasm like a dirty slut. May—oh god, oh fuck—may, may I cum, Sir?”

A long pause as she grunted and thrust and gushed. Finally, a response from the other side of the phone.

Ms. Whirl screamed, knowing that the soundproof walls would keep her whore noises from disturbing the applicant in room 2 or the actual business happening in the atrium who were never taken down this hallway, ever. It was a part of the building she knew wasn’t even on the official floor plans.

She also knew exactly how much it took to cover that up with the city, a secret that would literally go with her to the grave.

Ms. Whirl never stopped fucking herself with both hands, not for a moment during the entire orgasm. She only removed them after a command came from the phone.

“Of course Master,” she said, back to business, straightening up, pulling back up her panties and buttoning her dress. “I’ll send her to you as soon as she is ready. It’s my pleasure. And thank you for the reward, I’m unworthy of your attention, as always.”

One more pause. Another command.

“Of course, Sir, anything you want.”

Ms. Whirl hung up the phone and smoothed down her dress. She opened the door quickly to see Sarah staring at the screen, drool down her chin, as the lights flashed and the voice programmed her. She nodded and shut the door, looking back to her final task before moving on to the next waiting girl.

She sank to her knees, staring at the pool of slut juice she had leaked onto the floor. As commanded, she pressed her tits to the floor, ass raised, extended her tongue and dragged it against the white tiles, cleaning up the mess she had made.

PART 3

Sarah was no longer Sarah.

Sarah has been a good girl. She was a daughter and a friend and an athlete and a pretty good, if kinda directionless, student who honestly tried to make the world a better place day by day. She even went to church most Sundays.

This new Sarah was also a good girl because good girls do what they’re told. They’re sweet and so eager to please. And horny. So fucking horny, all the time. These good girls are wet and eager and ready to please. She wants to please so much, and she does that by doing whatever her boss says, anything, anytime, anywhere.

That’s what the video had told her.

It had started playing with the Synclock logo and then switched into the same kind of light she had seen before, but it filled with was new colors and each one made her feel different. Different. Better. She was already familiar with the happy horny buzz of the Pink, but each one in success burrowed into her brain: A forest Green made her realize her clothes were unacceptable, they needed to be shorter, tighter, she wasn’t showing off nearly enough skin. A cheery Yellow made her realize her words were all wrong, and that her mouth was made to make people happy, and that started with using the right phrases: they were her tits, her pussy, her ass, her slutty little mouth. A sweet Turquoise made her feel giggly, sweet, playful, so cute and girlish. A royal Blue made her realize that men were different than she’d realized; they were stronger, sexier, they had needs that she could fill. A Purple made her see women differently too, they weren’t just friends, colleagues, rivals; they were playmates, soft, so beautiful. Her vagina (Yellow), her cunt lit up at the thought of being close to them. And a Black, so Black it felt like she could fall into it, tied it all together in a need to obey, to be docile, subservient, the perfect little slave to her new Masters.

And the voice, whispering throughout it all, over and over. New thoughts that became more than words, they became mantras for her life: “You belong to Synclock. The Synclock C-suite are your Masters. You’re a good employee. Being a good employee is the most important thing in your life. You’ll do what your Masters want. Their will is your desire. You are a Synclock girl. You belong to Synclock.”

“No, stop, stop, oh god, stop this isn’t right,” Sarah thought before those thoughts were washed away with a flash of Black. She knew she was being changed, could feel these colors, these words, pushing deeper and deeper into her brain, into the core of her being. It was like there was a hallway with these doors that led deeper into her mind and each color was a key that flung open a locked part of her, changing what was inside.

She tried to scream and nothing came out but a whore moan as she was flashed with Pink again.

“I need to get out of here,” she desperately thought as the Black pulled her back into her seat. “Fuck this, oh god, fuck me,” she said around flashes of Yellow. Pink. Yellow. Blue. Black. Then Pink again. “Oh god, yes, fuck me fuck me!”

This time she did scream and she groped her own big tits as she did.

It went on like this, over and over, her fighting, her losing, her being changed. Pink. Blue. Green. Yellow. Purple. Black. Black. BlackBlackBlack. Over and over. Flash. Flash! FLASH!

Three hours later, after being broken down, built up and broken down again on repeat, Sarah returned to her senses when Ms. Whirl unceremoniously snapped off the TV and turned on the lights.

“On your feet. He’s waiting,” she said, and Sarah was already standing.

Sarah knew she needed to do something, but couldn’t what. She couldn’t anything from before the TV was turned on. She looked down at herself and the suit she was wearing, the one she was so proud of, felt so wrong on her body. It was too gray, too baggy, too masculine. And what the fuck was this thick bra! What was she thinking when she put it on!?

Wait…

What was she thinking right now!? She loved this suit. Where did that come from? She didn’t need to change into something tight and slutty, and she didn’t need all eyes on her big perky tits, which were just aching to be squeezed by the people in this building who mattered.

She didn’t even have time to process the things going through her mind. Ms. Whirl pointed out the door, and Sarah was walking. She was desperate and confused and trying to grasp onto anything that made sense, and she just kept coming back to one things:

Good employees obey.

And so she followed Ms. Whirl to an elevator and obeyed.

As she made her way through the halls of the Synclock offices, the floors where the public meetings weren’t held and you needed those very lovely golden key cards that Sarah kept seeing men flash against elevators and offices, she got the feeling something was off.

It wasn’t an obvious notion; nothing jumped out at her. What she saw, as she looked around, were people doing business—typing, printing, faxing. It was just…

Her brain was trying to put it together but it was like one of those Magic Eye pictures—the image was there, the information was all around it, but she just wasn’t seeing it in the right way. It gave her a headache.

But like, why was every woman so incredibly hot? Not beautiful, not just put together, but radiating sex heat. She saw a collection of blondes, brunettes, redheads, even a few tastefully

done dye jobs for kind of a punk rock office aesthetic that would make a brothel blush, all wearing tight, high outfits that looked so soft that you just wanted to grab them.

And the way they moved through the office, sauntering as if they were gliding. Or, the way they didn’t move, perched on men’s desks, giggling, twirling their hair, playing with their colleagues’ ties.

And why did it smell so good here, like a floral scent of honey and lilacs and something else—a perfume wherever she went. All the women just smelled so good. It made her grip her thighs together as she walked.

“Why am I so fucking horny today?” Sarah thought, looking around again. “What is wrong with me? Girl, get it together.”

A beautiful Asian woman, who was sitting on a low seat that kept her closer to the floor than her desk, gave her a sad look as she went by.

She watched a man who had been talking to a girl with cropped brown hair tap her twice on the knee and she gracefully stood and worked her way to the nearest closed door, waiting for him like an obedient puppy. He tapped his gold card against a scanner and the door opened. Sarah caught a room with soft red and blue lighting and… was that a bed? No, couldn’t be, not in an office.

The woman was already unbuttoning her shirt as the door closed behind her, which again made no sense to Sarah.

“Something is wrong here,” Sarah thought again, before those flashes of colors dug their way up and wrapped themselves around her head, making her mouth smile and her cunt spasm again. “I mean, it’s probably fine, right? Just people blowing off steam. It’s good to like your colleagues. It’s good to be a good employee.”

Ms. Whirl finally stopped at a set of two elegant wooden doors. The name “Killian Hurd” was on a brass plaque screwed into the wall to the right.

The office was big and beautiful—a large wooden desk, a deep leather couch, windows overlooking the city—but it was nowhere near as big and beautiful as Mr. Hurd himself. To Sarah, he was nearly godlike in that clearly expensive suit, which was such a strange feeling she tried to clear her head at once. Sarah almost felt like she should be kneeling in front of him, but tried to shake that feeling off, too.

“Control yourself, he’s just a man,” she thought, although those words felt painfully wrong. “And you need this job.”

This didn’t at all stop her from continuing to stare at him with big doe eyes.

Sarah Callahan walked through the office of Mr. Hurd exactly three hours and 22 minutes after walking into the corporate headquarters of Synclock Incorporated, but to her, it had felt like a lifetime. She could barely this morning—there was a bowl of cereal, she thought, a distant call with Bailey, none of it mattered.

Only this man mattered.

“Mr. Hurd, Sarah is here for you,” Ms. Whirl said, nodding at the dazed girl.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” she continued. She was slightly turned to one side, straining the A-frame dress against her hips.

“Hmm, yes, stay here for a second, Amanda, I may need you,” he said in a voice that felt like it was ripping through Sarah’s panties.

Ms. Whirl nodded and went to the back of the room, closing the giant double doors and staying, obediently, silently.

“Come on, don’t be shy,” Mr. Hurd said, pointing at the leather chair in front of his desk. “We like bold girls here at Synclock.”

Sarah thought it was strange that he called her a girl. It felt infantilizing or at least a little insulting. She was a woman, a professional, a potential employee, right?

Flash

It crashed through her mind in a dark Black and Turquoise and bright Pink hue and she realized she was being silly. So silly. She was a girl, He was a man, and men are great at letting her know how to be a good employee. She should be bold, why not, she got this interview, she was going to get this job, she was going to make Mr. Hurd proud of her.

“Thank you Sir,” she said, emphasizing the final word. She sat, legs slowly crossed one over another, and pushed herself forward, causing her chest to once again strain against the crisp buttoned-up blouse.

“Tell me about yourself,” he said, and she did: she showed him her resume, she talked about her classes, her grades, her past experiences at places like Whole Foods, she talked about the WPM she could type (which the site she had found said was important for this type of job), her goals, her love of Synclock and her ability to get a job done and her need to please.

She loved to please, after all.

“Perfect, I think you just might be the right girl for this role,” he said at the end of the 30-minute interview.

And she beamed. She was a good girl. He thought she was a good girl!

“Just one last thing for you to do now,” he said, and she sat up straight in her chair. Anything. Whatever he needed.

“I’d like you to wrap those pretty lips around my cock and suck it until I explode down your throat, ok?” he said offhandedly, like he was asking for a morning coffee.

Excuse me?

That was… wait, huh, what. No. It wasn’t, she couldn’t. What did he… why was he asking? Was this part of the job? Was she expected to…

Her nipples got rock hard and she could feel her cunt flood like a good girl was supposed to. Her mouth watered, deep pools of drool filled her throat to make it easy for her to slide his nice big cock down her pretty little throat. He asked and she would do this. Right? Of course she would because she…

She…

Wait, what the fuck! The clouds lifted from her mind. No, she wasn’t going to suck his dick! What the everloving fuck. That was disgusting. She never did that and it wasn’t something she was going to start today, especially here, especially with him, no matter how hot he was. This is a job interview, for fuck’s sake. Fuck off!

Sarah was standing, glaring, furious. She was honestly not sure she’d ever been angrier.

“Sir, I have never… Not in my life. I… I cannot believe what you just said to me. I’m, god, that’s disgusting. You’re disgusting. Fuck you, I’m leaving. And if you think I’m not going to go right to the press about this, maybe even the police, then you have another thing coming.”

“That’s a shame,” he said, sitting back in his chair.

“A shame? A SHAME!? That’s all you have to say, you’re not even going to deny what you asked me,” she said, pulling out her phone and hitting record on her app. “Here, say it again, give me proof to show everyone.”

He leaned forward. “Hello, this is Killian Hurd, Vice President of North American Operations at Synclock Incorporated. I’m in the middle of the hiring interview with… what’s your name?”

“Sarah Callahan,” Mr. Whirl said from the back of the room. Sarah had forgotten she was here and turned to her too. Why was she so calm! Why wasn’t she doing anything about this!

“Right, Sarah Callahan,” he said again into her phone, “and I’m just wondering if she would conclude this interview by sucking my cock until I fill her throat with all the cum I’ve got.”

“You’re sick,” Sarah said, putting her phone back in her pocket. “You’re sick and I’m leaving right now. And fuck you too!” She screamed at Ms. Whirl, who remained ive except for a small smile on her face.

Sarah turned and began striding to the door as fast as she could.

“You could do that,” Mr. Hurd said as she furiously walked away from him. “Or instead, you could fall to your knees, unbutton that shirt and lift up those giant tits for me as a present and offer them to me as your new Master.”

And he added one more thing: “Oh, and consider that, and everything else I ask you to do from now on, an order.”

PART 4

Sarah was so angry, she didn’t hear what Mr. Hurd said.

But her body did.

She just about had the doorknob in her hands but it slipped from her grasp. Instead, Sarah found herself turning in place, the cold from the metal scraping against her fingertips as her knees made with soft carpet, which she could feel through her pants. Without thinking, her fingers deftly unbutton each button, letting her shirt fall open and hang against her body.

Underneath was a practical work bra, heavy-duty to keep everything tucked, high, minimized and contained.

Sarah hadn’t wanted anyone to think she was a slut after all.

She grabbed them, her big fat tits, two giant handfuls and pushed them up, offering them to him. It was awkward, this bra wasn’t made to be sexy, but he hadn’t told her to take it off and until he did, she was going to do as he said. It was what good employees do.

“Here are my tits for your pleasure, Master, they’re Double Ds and are so big and round on my body. Feel free to manhandle them, please, I haven’t had many boyfriends but everyone I’ve had has really liked them. They’re very soft and easy to play with,” she said before her eyes went wide. What the fuck did she just say! “Wait, no, fuck you! What am I doing! What’s going on!”

“Why thank you,” he said and reached down to grab them, right through the bra, squeezing down hard.

She moaned, a whoreish sound she didn’t know she had in her. Sarah blushed bright red and pushed her breasts harder into his hand.

“Use me, Sir,” she pleaded desperately. “I’m your toy, your whore, your personal slut, I’m a good employee, I’ll do whatever you want, whatever you need me to do.”

She bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood. They’d done something to her, put something in her head. Made her act this way, made her into this fucking fuck thing. She could beat this, she will beat this.

Sarah pulled away from him and rocked back on her heels, trying desperately to stand but taking the victory in the fact that his gigantic hands weren’t mauling her breasts anymore.

“You’re so sick,” she said. “I’ll call the police, you’ll be locked up forever, you can’t do this to people, you’re all monsters!”

“Ooh, I like that you keep doing that, go back and forth just like that,” he said. “And be creative with your specific word choice, really show me what’s mine now.”

“Yes Sir,” she said, re-lifting up her tits. “These fun bags are for your use, grab them for me please? I’m here to be two things for you after all: a great secretary and an even better sex toy. … Ugh, stop it, fuck you, I hate you. Is this how you get off, forcing women to do whatever you want?”

He smiled. “Oh, you have no idea how I get off. Ms. Whirl?”

“Yes Master?” She was beside him in a series of small, well-practiced high-heeled steps, already kneeling at his feet.

“Please help Ms. Hurd understand her place at this company.”

“Of course, Sir,” she said, crawling over to Sarah, her ass raised high in the air, taking deliberate, long, slow movements. When she reached the girl, Ms. Whirl took her soft manicured hand and ran it across the side of Sarah’s face. Sarah had the dual instinct to both move away in disgust and also rub up against it, purring like a kitten. She tried to do both at once, so she ended up doing nothing, just remaining there, frozen.

She only moved when Ms. Whirl slapped her across the face with her bare palm, the crack echoing through the room. A brutal red hand print was painted across from Sarah’s face, who stared in dumb silence.

“That’s for talking back to Master,” Ms. Whirl said as her hand then slipped down to Sarah’s pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down so she could cram three fingers into her cotton panties. Sarah’s legs spread automatically, opening up. “And this is because Master wants to see it.”

Ms. Whirl began to finger the new employee, who opened her mouth to scream but once again found a series of obscene sweet promises pouring out.

“Thank you for teaching me Ms. Whirl, thank you for training me, thank you for making me into the perfect fucktoy for the company,” she said, panting, watching as a wet patch formed down on her professional slacks as her cunt betrayed her and stained her new outfit. “I hate you, you traitorous bitch, why are you doing this, fuck, stop, stop, oh god oh fucking god stoooooooop.”

She said as she came, squirting, hips bucking, moaning, panting, tits threatening to rip out of the bra. Her pants were ruined.

Ms. Whirl gave her a small kiss on the forehead as she was still spasming on the floor and then returned to kneeling, this time next to Sarah, looking at her boss.

“See Sarah, Ms. Whirl is such a good employee. And now, so are you,” Mr. Hurd said, still from the other side of his desk.

“Fuck. You.” she spat at him, trying to catch her breath.

“Oh, you will. But we have so much fun ahead of us first. See, Sarah, the last girl I had working for me, she didn’t know that she was a slut, so it was very enjoyable to make her realize it over and over again. But that got a little old, to be honest, so now I have you, my new toy. You’ll always know what you are, but you can’t stop it. And eventually, you won’t even want to,” he said.

“I will never—EVER—do what you want,” Sarah said, pushing herself back to her knees away from the two. “I swear to god, I’ll fight you every day.”

“I’m hoping you will, it’ll be so much fun to watch you try,” he said. “Now, why don’t you furiously rub your clit as you tell me how much you love me.”

“No, wait!” Sarah’s hands deftly unbuttoned her pants and shucked them off. She spread her legs and started to rub against her clit with the palm of her hand like she occasionally does when the mood was right at right and she really wanted some friction, but always in private and never like this. She beamed at him and started to speak those honey-coated words he wanted.

“Oh wow, I love you Master, you’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met. I would literally do anything for you. I mean it. I love you so much, I’ll do the most disgusting things you can think of. Ask me and I will. Anything for you!”

She said it in a sweet voice and even laughed as she did, blowing him kisses with the hand that wasn’t frigging herself. Sarah hated herself, hated him, hated all of this.

When she stopped talking, she spit at him but it didn’t come close.

“Aw, that’s a bad kitty,” Mr. Hurd said. “But I promise, we can tame you. It’s not even that hard if we wanted. Watch this, Sarah, let your pussy be in control of your body for a second?”

Oh, god, Sarah could feel something happen in her head, a slippery sensation like her mind was turning to liquid and sliding down, down, deeper down her body until it rested, right inside her cunt, a warm, hot, spasming hole that needed to be filled. Her whole body lit up and then she smiled.

“Hi there!” she felt her mouth say. “I’m so wet and horny for you, Daddy. Want to use me? Trust me, I’m very useful and usable. Ew, what am I wearing?”

Sarah watched, unable to move or speak, as her body reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She looked at the white cotton thing with disgust, holding it with two fingers before dropping it.

“Sorry Master, that was gross. This is much better. Titties like this are meant to be groped.” Sarah could feel her body grab her own boobs and shake them a little bit. She giggled again. “Master, I…”

She could feel her mind open, like hands opening a book, riffling through her own memories. It was the strangest sensation she’d ever felt.

“Oh, I guess I’ve done gymnastics for years and Pilates regularly? Hey, I can do a split. That’s so cool,” her pussy said to Him. “Would you like to see me do it?”

“Oh yes,” Mr. Hurd said and Sarah jumped up, took two little bounces on the balls of her feet and slid down, legs splayed wide. “Tada!”

“Stay like that,” he said. Sarah could feel the stretch as he walked over to her. He turned to Ms. Whirl and with a nod, she unzipped his pants and took out his cock, which was long and semi-hard but became a lot more so when Ms. Whirl wordlessly put it into her mouth and gave some practiced deep suck motions.

He pulled out of her with a pop and turned to Sarah, who squealed in delight and began to deep throat him, a skill Sarah didn’t even know she had, while remaining in the splits. Her body was humming, inside and out, as she went down on her new boss.

“Like thank you Master,” she said in between sucks. “This is exactly what I’m good for!” “Yes, yes you are.”

He let her suck him, happily, greedily for a few minutes before talking to her again. Her thighs ached, her body refusing to move out of the position. “Now, in a second, I’m going to snap my fingers,” he said to her. “When I do, you’ll be back to your old self but you’ll keep blowing me for a second or two. Then you’ll get up, bend over that desk and stick out your cunt for me. You can keep telling me you hate me if you’d like, as you do.”

He snapped and Sarah rushed back into her own head. She could feel the hard, warm thickness of his cock down her throat and she instinctively pushed down on it. Goddammit, she hated this but why did it feel so good, it felt almost like her cunt was being fucked as his cock slid in and out of her mouth. She made a deeper suction around him and ran her tongue on his underside, using skills she absolutely did not have this morning, until he effortlessly slipped out of her mouth with a pop.

She bounced up, massaging her legs, glaring at him again, and slowly walked over to the couch, gracefully bending at the waist.

Ms. Whirl followed and wordlessly took her ass cheeks in her hands, spreading them open. Sarah could feel her cunt drip down her legs and onto the floor.

She couldn’t see him, but she could feel him, as Mr. Hurd stepped behind her and lined up his cock with her waiting, needy, eager, pussy.

And he paused.

“Sarah, first, be a good girl and delete that recording from your phone, the one we made together?” he asked with a saccharine tone.

No no no no, Sarah thought, not that, she needed that, as she reached down to get her phone from her bag. She fought every muscle in her body to stop her hand from pulling up the recording app but there it was, right in front of her.

“Go. To. Hell,” Sarah snarled at him as she hovered over the trash icon.

“I can do this,” she thought, focusing all of her mental concentration on throwing the phone across the room, “I’m in control.”

Her thumb pressed down and the recording was gone.

“All gone, Sir,” she felt herself say.

“Good girl.” He leaned in close to her and whispered in her ear, “Now, as I fuck you, let’s talk about what I want you to do to be such a good, good employee.”

And with that, he pushed deep into her and she could feel him, filling her, so thick, so good, so right.

“This is how good employees act,” she thought without thinking as she pushed her ass back against him. Sarah began rhythmically thrusting her cunt against his dick, desperately pulling him in, needing him so much deeper than he was and he was so deep already. It was easy with how wet she was. She felt like she would be this wet forever. As far as she knew, she would.

Ms. Whirl, still holding her open like the slut she was, leaned over and sucked down on her big tits and Sarah screamed out in pleasure. Her nipples were never that sensitive before but now they were turned up beyond what they could handle and then the dial was broken off. She felt like she could come just from having her nipples sucked and then, shockingly, she did, squirting down again onto Mr. Hurd’s amazing cock.

“Fuck me, use me, I’m your whore, I’m the company’s whore,” she said and giggled and screamed and moaned and felt her cum pour out of her onto his dick.

And Mr. Hurd fucked her harder, grabbing her hips, using her like the toy she was. And as he did, he began to whisper the things she would do, the outfits she would wear, the things she would become. And these words crawled their way into her ears, wrapped around her mind like a leash and pushed deep into her mind, becoming part of her very personality. Everything he said became god’s truth to her, truer than true, reshaping her very being.

And a new part of her, the part they had built in, nodded and agreed to it all.

The next day, Sarah returned to the office.

She swore she wouldn’t after she was told to go home from her first day, sperm leaking down her legs and drying on her face.

That night, she came up with so many ways to destroy them. Call the police. Hire hit men. Burn the building to the ground.

While having these thoughts, she stopped by two different lingerie stores and a specific clothing store Ms. Whirl told her to go to, and walked out with over $5000 worth of new office clothes.

She slept naked that night and dreamed of Mr. Hurd’s cock, constantly, all night without a break. But she never touched herself. She couldn’t, no matter how much she wanted to, how much she begged and pleaded with her body to let her hands go lower than her belly button. She wasn’t allowed. She had to earn that right through something absolutely horrible, a true destruction of everything about her.

And later that night, unnaturally horny, there was just a tiny spark that she might actually do it.

As she walked back through the doors of Mr. Hurd’s office the next morning, dressed in a tight, black and white silk dress that displayed her big tits more prominently than anything she’d ever worn, she hung her head in shame.

“Ah, Ms. Callahan, right on time,” he said. “Let’s start with my morning blowjob before I have to go fetch some files for me down on floor 8.”

“Go fuck yourself,” Sarah said to him as she sank to her knees and began to crawl across the carpet.

PART 5

“SARAH!” Bailey said, running through the atrium to bear hug her best friend. It was so good to see her again. Her tiny, curvy, cute friend with that cherubic angelic face framed by beautiful brown hair. She looked exactly as Sarah had ed her.

Sarah, on the other hand, did not.

She hadn’t seen her friend for months, too worried about what Bailey would think of her now, and, more importantly, too worried about what she might do.

Well, none of that mattered anymore, did it? She finally crossed that line and there was no going back now.

Not that she really wanted to. She couldn’t dial Bailey’s number fast enough when He finally told her to go ahead.

Her friend was dressed nicely. Not as professional as she was on her first day, but she wore a skirt and a cute top and blazer and top. Sarah saw that the skirt was just long enough to be decent but short enough to show a little bit of leg and it made her stomach flutter as she stared. Her panties started to get a little damp and she had to mentally scold herself.

“Down kitty,” she said in a bright chipper voice, her head that did not sound at all like the one she once had. “I know, it’s almost time.”

“Hi babe,” Sarah said, smiling at her friend. “I’m, like, so glad you’re here.”

“It has been forever, what has been going on? Oh my god, let me see you, you look so professional! Do a spin for me.”

Sarah twirled. She was in a beautiful form-fitted midi dress in a structured, stretched midnight blue fabric so dark it was almost black. The dress has a plunging sweetheart neckline that reveals the tops of her tits while hugging the rest and pulls in at her waist so Bailey can see the curve of ass as she spins. This is all topped off with ankle-strap high, very high, high heels.

They clicked as she spun.

Bailey gave a soft whistle. “Girl, I’m stunned. Floored. You look amazing. Is this why I haven’t seen you for so long? You’ve been too busy dolling yourself up?”

If you only knew, Sarah thought. Her mind flashed back to last week when Mr. Hurd had her actually dressed like a literal dolly, all pink ruffles and pigtails, sucking on a giant lollipop and begging her Master to play with her. And he did, roughly.

Mr. Hurd was not gentle with his toys. She still had the pretty bruises to show it.

And even with all that, even with every one of her holes that he stuck his cock, every which way he’s bent her, every technique she’s learned, every trick she now knows, everything she’s done for him, instantly, happily, eagerly, like a good employee, he. still. would. not. let. her. cum.

“This is your last orgasm,” she said as she came around his cock that first time in the office.

“Not until you’re broken. Not until you give up the one thing you swore you’d never give up.”

“Anything!” she screamed as she felt the orgasm stop, the pleasure building but that release valve tightened until it just became a dull, throbbing, ache pounding the inside of her cunt.

“Let me cum again, I’ll give you anything!”

“Not yet, but you will,” he said, continuing to fuck her, scrambling her brains, keeping the last bit of thoughts she had to keep her legs standing and her ass thrust out. “Because I want you to give it to me willingly, eagerly. I want to break you enough that you hand it to me on a platter. I want you to sell out your morals and do it happily, like the greedy little slut you are.”

When he told her what he wanted from her, she laughed. Literally laughed. Never. Ever. She’d never do it.

She’d eventually learn: never say never. Not when she worked here.

“I’m so sorry Bails, I’ve just been so busy with the job, you know?” It wasn’t like she’d cut herself off from her friend, they still texted and called all the time, but Sarah usually now did it with a vibrator and butt plug crammed up inside of her, both humming, which still didn’t allow her to cum but at least made it manageable.

It took a month of her being fucked daily for her to consider the idea. Another month for her to agree to it, both out loud and in her head. And then a third month of her begging, screaming, pleading, before He let her.

“I can’t believe this job opened up,” Bailey said. “HR Manager at Synclock? Girl, it’s a dream. Thank you so much for recommending me.”

“Of course,” Sarah said, knowing she didn’t just recommend her friend, she created the damn job, wrote the description, and assisted Ms. Whirl for getting it up on the private side of the Synclock site that they use to only send out to personal recommendations. The jobs that weren’t listed anywhere else.

The fact that she wrote it one-handed while fisting her other hand into Ms. Whirl’s pretty pussy only made her more desperate to have her friend standing here now. “I knew you were perfect for it, it was like it was made for you.”

“Right?” Bailey said, beaming. “Ok, so what’s the plan? Who am I going to?” “All me, babygirl, you’re all mine.”

Sarah didn’t think she drooled as much as Bailey did when she watched the screen, but she didn’t know, she still couldn’t much from that day. She had gotten Bailey checked in with Candy who gave her friend a little wink and blew her a kiss as the two women walked away.

It made Sarah blush. She knew firsthand just what those lips could do, and that tongue, jesus, that tongue. Candy told her that before she worked at Synclock that she was a hardcore gold star lesbian, never even had seen a real-life dick, and Sarah believed it. The last time Candy had been going down on Sarah during the quarterly budget meeting, right on the board room table as the other Vice Presidents presented, she saw actual Purple stars, they exploded in front of her eyes.

As soon as they were done here and Mr. Hurd turned whatever switch was off in her brain, she was dragging that receptionist away from her desk to literally any open room, pushing the blonde to her knees, hiking up this fucking dress, shoving her cunt against her mouth and—

“Sarah, you with me?” Bailey asked.

“Sorry babe, just a little distracted today. I’m like so literally happy you’re here.”

“Me too, so who am I meeting today?” Bailey asked as they got to the hidden hallway around the corner. Sarah flipped the switch, the doors unlatching with the light sequences starting, like she’d done countless times before. Mr. Hurd liked to have her help Ms. Whirl condition the new girls. He liked knowing she was forced to turn more girls into cute little helpless slaves.

It used to bother her. Now it just made her cunt flood.

It was already happening as she flipped the switch. Couldn’t be helped, her pussy has a mind of its own and Sarah’s gotten to know her really well in the last few months. Her pussy and her were just as close as she and Bailey now.

“You’re going to meet with our head of HR, Ms. Whirl, but before that, a meeting with my boss, since I’ve told him all about you. He’s very excited to meet you,” Sarah said. That was extremely true, her boss was harder this week than she’d ever seen him and he fucked her more often because of it. She was behind on her work, but it didn’t matter, once this was done, she’ll have a brand new assistant to help her catch up, once she’s properly trained of course.

“Your boss? Whoa, ok, so what’s he like?” Bailey asked.

“He’s…” Sarah pulled for the words but they didn’t come. “He’s what every boss should be.”

She walked through the doors, her heels clicking on the tiles as Bailey scurried behind her, pausing momentarily as they shut, locked, and the first Pink flash flooded the hallway.

“Yes Sir, she’s going through it now,” Sarah said on the phone to Mr. Hurd. Sarah was worried about him, being alone for those hours while she was overseeing Bailey’s first round of conditioning, but he patted her on the ass and told her he would be fine and if he had to, he’d grab one of the other free-use secretaries wandering the floor for whatever needs he had.

She tried to tell him that those girls don’t even know how to properly give a blowjob and none of them even start with the balls, which is the right way to do it, but he silenced her with a single finger and her mouth snapped shut.

“She’ll be the perfect slut for you. I know she’ll make you happy, Master. God, I can’t wait to taste her. She’s so cute, I can’t believe I wasted all those years not eating her out. What was I even doing?”

“You’re much better now, Sarah,” he said on the other end of the phone. “You know her tape is different from yours, right?”

“Yes Master, she’s going to be your bimbo doll,” Sarah said, looking at her friend from across the room.

“She will, but not until I finish her up. It’ll be fun seeing you two together for a little while first.”

“Yes Sir, whatever you want. Always,” Sarah said, her cunt fluttering in anticipation of what’s to come.

“You’ll let me know the minute she’s finished?” he asked.

“The second, Master,” Sarah said, looking again at her friend in the chair, the colors flashing. They didn’t affect her anymore like that after all this time, not anymore, but she still felt the deepening conditioning with each hue: Be horny. Be happy. Be subservient to men. Be turned on for women. Be a good employee. Over and over. Crashing into her mind.

It felt so nice to just watch the colors, let her brain turn to soft, pretty clay that Synclock could sculpt and make her into the perfect plaything.

If she tried, really tried, she could still that this was unnatural, that she was a real woman with hopes and dreams and had gotten a college degree to do something with her life, that she wasn’t just a slutty little big-boobed fucktoy wrapped up in a corporate package ready to be used by whoever wanted her.

But then she stopped trying and the pink mist settled over her brain and her body would punish her for thinking those thoughts. The last time she did, it forced her to strip naked in front of the office, write a sign that said, “Bad Girl, Free Use Doll” and bend over, cunt wet, nipples hard, mouth open. She was forced to stay like that the whole day, being used by whoever walked by.

The women were the worst, since they knew what she did to get there. She had so many office items pushed into her by the end of the day. She could and would tell you what it felt like to have a stapler up her ass if you politely asked.

Honestly, it’s not so bad.

“Sarah,” her Master said and she was there, listening, attentive, whatever he needed. “Here’s what I want you to do when she wakes up…”

PART 6

Bailey blinked as the video finished, the screen freezing, the lights still dim. Her head felt fuzzy, heavy, like there was too much in there and not enough space. Shockingly, though, the rest of her felt good. Really good. Lighter, freer, happier than she’d been in a while. There was this pleasant buzzing sensation through her, like little jolts of pleasure, coursing through her body. She moaned and tried to clear out the fog.

What was happening, why did she feel so good?

That’s when she finally looked down and realized she was naked, sitting in the chair, legs spread, hands on her own tits, with her best friend, on all fours, ass high in the air, greedily lapping at her cunt.

“Whuuuthe,” she slurred out, trying to find the words. The more she focused on what her friend was doing, the easier they came, “What—what the fuck, Sarah. Get off of me.”

Sarah picked her head up.

“Hey pretty slut, enjoying yourself?” Sarah went back to it, sucking hard on Bailey’s clit and pushing her tongue deep into her friend. Bailey’s shock stopped her from moaning but it was right there, right on the edge.

“Stop, Sarah, what’s going on! Why can’t I move!”

To her surprise, Sarah did stop. At least with her tongue. Her two fingers pushed inside her friend and curved in that way Sarah loved having done to her. This time Bailey did moan, her hips bucking.

“You can’t move because I told you to sit there and spread your legs and let me do what I want and have it feel soooo good, and you are,” Sarah said.

“For the rest of it, well, let me tell you a story,” she continued. Sarah’s hand was pushing slowly back and forth into her friend’s pussy as she talked. “Ok, so there was this girl. And she didn’t know what to do with her life, right? And she got this job at this company and it seemed like a great job. And it was. But, it was even better than she thought because she not only trained her to be a good employee, they trained her to be the best slut ever. And look now, Bailey, this girl is the best slut ever. This girl can do things to a man’s cock that porn stars dream about. You have no idea.”

“Please…” Bailey said, and even she wasn’t sure what she was saying please for.

“But this magical girl had a curse put on her, because as slutty as she became, she could never ever get what she wanted: an orgasm. And she was tortured with it, over and over every day. And she became sluttier and hornier and needier and so desperate,” Sarah said, moving faster with her fingers. “And then, one day, the wonderful man the girl worked for told her that if she brought in the person she loved most in the world, her best friend, she could get that relief. And it broke her, Bails, it broke her so badly. And she agreed, and her mind accepted this was who she is.”

“Sarah oh god,” Bailey said, her hips thrusting.

“Surprise, the girl is me!” Sarah said, her hand never stopping. “And now, I spend these days dressing hot, fucking my boss, taking care of the other employees and being totally into girls. Did you know how hot girls are? What the fuck, why didn’t anyone tell me before?”

“Sarah, stop, come on, stop,” Bailey panted out. “This isn’t you!”

“Oh no babes, you don’t understand, this is all me,” Sarah said, going back to kiss her friend’s cunt. “My Master gave me really fun programming. Most girls here are turned into happy little fuckdolls, but me, I was special. He made me horny and obedient but I was still me. And I tried, so so so hard to fight against the programming, you have no idea. But he’d fuck me every day. And I wasn’t allowed to touch myself at night for weeks. And, slowly, it broke me. Because…:”

And she gave one long lick and then stood, pushing her body against her friend’s. She leaned in close to her ear, whispering, “he wouldn’t let me cum. Not once. Not for months. And do you know how horny you can get when you’re constantly fucked and never cumming. Do you know what it does to you?”

“Sarah, please,” Bailey said.

“Stand up, slut,” Sarah said and Bailey jumped up.

“Wait what? Why did I…” Bailey said, trying to understand.

“You’re like me, babygirl,” Sarah said. “You’re now property of Synclock, a little toy. And you’ll follow the orders of anyone who outranks you at the company, which honestly, is everyone. But, here’s a fun little thing, you’ll specifically follow my orders. Wanna know why?”

Bailey just whimpered.

“Because my task, the thing my Master told me on my first day, was that I wasn’t going to be able to cum until I took the girl who meant the most to me in my life, my best friend, and

brainwashed her into a company sex slave. He told me I would have to be the one to do it. I’d have to betray you, and then I could cum again. And He’d even throw you in as a present for me. Isn’t that sweet?”

“No Sarah, you’re better than this,” Bailey said desperately. “Fight it!”

“I tried, babe, I swear I did, for so long. I tried so hard for you because I love you. But it doesn’t matter anymore, that girl is gone, and I’m so happy to be the useful slut you see before you,” she said. “And you will be too.”

“Honestly, it didn’t even bother me to do this to you,” Sarah continued, her hands roaming over her friend. “I thought it might be this morning, but it turns out, nope. Now I’m going to get to cum and you’re gonna be the one to help me do it! Isn’t that fun!”

“No, wait, come on, we can—” Bailey said before Sarah cut her off.

“No time for that, I was given instructions to wake you with my tongue and bring you to Him. And that’s now done and I will not keep Him waiting. Come on,” Sarah said, click-clacking on her heels towards the door and like there was an invisible leash around her neck, Bailey followed, leaving behind her clothes, her dignity and her mind.

PART 7

They made their way up to Mr. Hurd’s door, people barely noticing the naked girl training behind office-favorite slut Sarah. But Bailey saw all of them and by the time she got to the big double wooden doors, she was embarrassingly red from head to toe.

Sarah pushed open the doors and sauntered in. “Sir, may I introduce you to my best friend in the whole world and the prettiest, newest little Synclock whore, Bailey Carpenter.”

She pointed at the floor in front of her and Bailey quickly moved to stand there as Sarah shut the doors.

“Slut, present yourself,” Sarah barked. Bailey had been trying desperately to cover her body this whole time, one arm across her tits, the other pushed in front of her pussy to try and keep her dignity. At once, her hands locked behind her back, her legs spread, and she pushed her curvy tits out as far as they could go.

Bailey was too surprised to even wonder how she knew how to do this.

Mr. Hurd rose from his desk and walked over to the two women. He looked down at Bailey, standing adorable for him, and cupped her chin, forcing her head upwards.

“She is just as cute as you promised,” he said and Sarah beamed. Mr. Hurd looked at the new naked slut in front of him. “Did Sarah tell you why you’re here?”

“Please Sir, let me go, I won’t tell anyone,” Bailey said but Mr. Hurd silenced her with a wave.

“No, none of that, that was my game with Sarah. You’re going to be my willing and able little fuckdoll and help Sarah brainwash a ton of new girls.”

She just whimpered.

“Sarah,” he said and she was standing next to him. “Go eat out your friend as I fuck her mind away.”

“Gladly Sir,” Sarah said, before going back down on the floor and once again flicking her tongue against her friend’s wet cunt.

“Here, before I do, why don’t you speak honestly and tell your friend exactly what you think of her right now.”

Bailey started to speak, rapidly, words pouring out of her mouth.

“Oh god Sarah, how could you do this to me? You were like my sister. I love you! Please stop this. Fight it, come on, please. Don’t let him do this to me! Don’t let him make me into some sort of bimbo. Please help me Sarah, please.”

Sarah didn’t think she could get wetter than she already was, eating out her friend, serving her Master, but hearing Bailey plead for her as she waited for her Master to do whatever He wanted with her best friend, she was dripping in a way she didn’t think possible.

“Now now, Bailey, this is what you were made for. Look at these tits,” he said as he gripped them, “That tiny waist. This big ass.” He smacked it hard and Sarah giggled as it caused Bailey to thrust her cunt deeper into her mouth. “And all that HR training, it would be such a shame to have it at another company. No, you’re a Synclock girl for sure. And you’re going to be very happy here.”

“No, please,” Bailey said again, softly.

“Sarah, get her ready for me,” he said, standing back.

“Gladly Master,” she said, standing. “Ok slut, listen to me, I need your nipples hard.”

And Bailey’s two pretty little nipples hardened like bullet points/ She could feel how tight they got just by the command.

“Perfect, now your cunt needs to be wet.”

And she was so wet, the heat coursing through her.

“No, wetter than that,” Sarah said, a wicked smile crossing her face. She didn’t even look down to check.

Bailey could feel the trickle of fluids coursing down her leg, her hips starting to buck as that need overtook her.

“Good girl, and now, I need you bent over this couch and I need you to give our Master some encouragement. Let him know what a pretty little slut you are for Him.”

Bailey felt the words before she said them. They didn’t just come from her mouth, they sprinted out as fast as they could.

“P-please, Master!” Bailey moans as she bent over the same couch that started Sarah’s journey all those months ago, her voice thick with need and self-loathing. “Fuck me, use me however you want! I’m your toy, your fucktoy to ruin!” She spreads her legs wantonly, the damp patch beneath her growing larger. “Take my holes, make me scream! I need your cock so bad, I can’t stand it!”

Killian Hurd smiled and lined up behind her, his cock already so hard. He’d been waiting for this day for a while now and, looking at the devotion and need on Sarah’s face, it was just as good as he’d imagined it.

“Let her know,” he said, pressing the tip of his cock up against her cunt.

Sarah took her best friend’s soft face in her hands.

“When He penetrates you, that’s when it happens—your mind will be scrambled, you’ll be His perfect little bimbo fuckdoll, nothing will be left of you except the toy He had me create. Because I did this to you, Bailey, because He asked me to. And I need you to know, I’ll do anything for Him. Anything. And so will you.”

“And when this happens,” she continued, “when I see you become such a good employee for this company, then I’ll finally, finally, get to cum.”

“Sarah,” she begged one more time and Sarah kissed her instead. A goodbye kiss from her best friend.

With that, Mr. Hurd pushed his dick deep into Bailey’s wet, wanting, eager cunt. She felt a flash of colors in her mind: Pink, Purple, Blue, Black, Pink, Blue, Black, PinkPinkPink as all her thoughts shifted, melted, refocused themselves onto what was important: this company, this man, this body. She screamed as he fucked her and giggled. Oh everything was amazing.

She stared back at Sarah and broke into the widest smile Sarah had ever seen on her best friend’s face.

“Hi there,” she said, her eyes glassy, her tongue licking her lips. “Oh my god, this is the best. You’re the best. Thank you, thank you, bestie, thank you,” and she leaned forward, making sure to keep her ass extended so her boss could use her in whatever way she wanted, and pressed her lips to Sarah’s, her tongue was already snaking into her mouth.

The two pretty whores made out, both mindfucked, both happy to be together.

Mr. Hurd pulled out of Bailey, who moaned at being so empty.

“Push those pretty titties together,” he told his sluts and they scrambled to please him, kneeling together, big tits squished together, nipples rubbing up against each other in a way that only made them harder. “Bounce for me.”

They did, happily, stupidly, two little company bimbos bouncing their big tits against each other. They’d do it forever if He asked.

“On all fours,” Mr. Hurd commanded and they both were, there on the floor, arching upwards, there for His use.

He took his new favorite slut then, the girl who had waited so long to be so good and get her reward. Sarah made a noise when he entered her, something he’d never heard before. It was like a wild animal, primal, needy, so eager to be taken. She just kept babbling as he pushed his dick deeper into her.

“ThankyouthankyouthankyouSirthankyouthankyou.”

He learned over and whispered into her ear as He took her.

And with His words, Sarah felt the dam in her mind finally break and it spread, rushed, down from her head all the way to her pretty aching pussy that had been as patient as it had been needy and it had whispered to her for so long about the things she needed and would do so it could get what it wanted and finally, finally, it got its reward. The pleasure literally exploded out of her as she forced her tongue and her moans and her screams into her best friend’s mouth as the other bimbo giggled and kissed her back. And Sarah—the new eager, willing, obedient Sarah—came and came and came. Because she followed orders so well.

When she could think and breathe and see clearly again, and with His permission, Sarah climbed back up onto the couch so she could lay back and instruct her new toy to eat her out, who did so, willingly, eagerly, starting a whole new chapter in their relationship.

And she looked at her Master, who had come from behind to fuck her mindfucked best friend, and that was perfect too.

And Sarah finally believed it, what He told her as he finally let her cum after all that time.

It was absolutely true, Sarah thought, her tits bouncing as her friend’s tongue hit that perfect spot right on her aching clit, and she came again, hard, covering Bailey’s face in her slutty fluids. Her friend looked so beautiful that moment as she too came all over their Master’s wonderful cock.

She really was such a good employee.