The Personality Test
By Draven Mesmer
“Good Day, Megan Heart, this is Natasha from Trance Inc. We’d like to bring you in for another interview. Are you available this Friday?” A polite feminine voice said over the phone.
I forced myself to smile because it sounded more professional that cursing out loud. This would be the fifth interview I’ve done with this company. I was starting to wonder if they were serious about hiring anybody at all.
“Of course, yes, I can come in this Friday. What format will this interview be?” I said.
“This Friday will be a personality test to ensure you’re the right fit for our company. Then we’ll tabulate the results, and we’ll debrief you on the results afterward.”
“Oh, okay, will I have to wait long for the results?” I said.
“It shouldn’t take a long and we’ll provide free coffee and snacks. Congratulations on making it to the final round of the selection process,” Natasha said.
The final round? Thank fucking God!
I ended the call feeling conflicted. I felt like this company had me jumping through hoops for their petty amusement. On the other hand, the salary was competitive, and I had student loans to pay. I just wish I knew what the Trance corp actually manufactured or sold or whatever.
Also, who the hell waits until the fifth round of interviews to do personality tests? Wouldn’t it make more sense to screen the awkward wierdos out early? Besides, I took psychology at Dominus College and lets be honest, those tests are a waste of time. It’s not hard to read the question and figure out what your future boss wants to hear. Yes, sir, I am neat and organized. I strongly agree with that statement!
I opened up my closet and picked out an interview ensemble. A clean white button shirt was always a solid choice. Maybe I can spice it up with a black pinstripe skirt with a matching vest should do nicely. Then maybe high heels. Tall enough for my legs to be noticeable but not so much as to be overtly slutty. What else?
“To nylon or not to nylon? That is the question,” I said stroking my chin.
By the time Friday came up, I decided that nylons were the way to go. My choice informed by the fact that all the women pictured on the Trance Inc website wore nylons, so someone important clearly favored them.
When I showed up at the Trance Inc address, I saw the familiar sight of a glass tower with pink spiral logo hanging over the main doors. Like the first four times I was hear, the women were beautiful to the point of stunning. Most of the men weren’t bad either. Presumably the company is more about selling than producing then. I told the beautiful blonde bombshell in the greeting lobby that I was here for an interview with Natasha and I was directed into a large room on the first floor.
It looked not unlike a college classroom, only there was a table at the back with coffee, doughnuts, protein bars, and yogurts. I took a seat beside a young Asian girl who already had three pens out ready to crush this personality test in record time.
I pulled out my $200 silver pen that I thought made me look classy but probably just suggested that I have poor impulse control. The Asian girl visibly froze as she stared at it though. I hope I didn’t just become the villain of her own personal head canon.
Relative to the rest of the applicants, we were fairly early, so we sat around for 30 minutes waiting for another 20 mostly female test takers to arrive. Then Natasha came in with a stack of papers in her arm. She was early thirties with blonde hair and big boobs. I noticed she had a strong odor. Not bad per se, but she sure smelled a lot. Like she had sprayed herself down with an entire bottle of Italian perfume.
“Good Morning everyone! Are we ready to begin the personality test?” Natasha said.
We all nodded and smiled eager to get on with it. Natasha started handing out tests face down. I tapped my foot nervously. I wasn’t exactly poor but if I didn’t land a real job soon, I was going to lower my expectations. I thought graduating from a good school with good grades meant I’d get picked up by good company. Reality has since crushed my naïve way of thinking.
“ everyone, there are no right or wrong answers. Just answer every question honestly.” Natasha said.
I picked up my personality test and flipped it over. My nasal glands were assaulted with another dose of Natasha’s perfume choice. No wait, the paper itself was the source of the smell. The other applicants were noticing it too. The Asian girl beside me held her test up to her nose and almost gagged on the overwhelming sweetness. Then she picked up one of her many pens and started circling letters.
Question 1: I follow orders easily without delay.
- Strongly Agree
- Somewhat Agree
- Somewhat Disagree
- Strongly Disagree.
I picked up my silver pen and circled the letter A. I was pretty sure telling your future boss that you can’t follow orders was a deal killer. Weirdly worded question though.
Question 4: I tell the truth even if it gets me in trouble.
I considered that question again. Does the Trance company like employees who fall in line, or do they encourage spirited debate. I shrugged. I suppose the ethical thing to do was to just be honest as directed. I circled the letter B.
Question 13: Dark magic compels you to obey.
“Huh?” I said, feeling lightheaded.
I shook my head to clear the fog in my brain. For a second there, the question looked like it was written in another language.
“Is everything okay, Megan?” Natasha said quietly.
“I’m fine. Maybe I drank too much coffee,” I said, smiling to cover my embarrassment.
“That’s okay. Just answer the questions honestly. It’s best if you don’t even think about it and just go with your first initial reaction,” Natasha said.
Question 13: I take pride in my work.
I circled the letter A. Of course I take pride in my work. Every task must be done to the best of my ability, obviously. I kept going answering questions on instinct.
Question 21: I think anal sex is BLANK:
- Pleasurable
- Painful
- Dirty
- Degrading
- All of the above.
I stared at the question. Why was the company asking me about my sex life? What does anal sex have to do with my new job? Wait, what job was I applying for again? Where am I? I think I’m getting all fuzzy again.
I looked around the room. Everyone else was busy circling letters. Occasionally Natasha had to tap someone’s shoulder to keep them awake. The Asian girl beside me was already on question 30.
“Okay everyone, that was 15 minutes. You have 45 minutes remaining to complete the exam. Please feel free to help yourself to coffee at the back,” Natasha said, writing the number 45 on a whiteboard with black marker.
Oh crap! I need to go faster. I quickly circled the letter E and moved on.
Question 34: Latex outfits make me feel sexy and beautiful.
No time to think. I circled the letter D and kept going. The questions just kept getting weirder and weirder but I looked up and saw that Natasha had just wrote the number 15 on the board. The Asian girl beside me handed in her test and went to go eat yogurt from the back. Only the look on her face suggested that she was only eating a doughnut because Natasha told her too. She got some gooey white cream on her nose but somehow didn’t notice.
Question 50: My body is for my owner to enjoy. I am his plaything.
Well, at least the final question was easy. I quickly circled A that I strongly agree. I squeezed my legs together already thinking about my owner having his way with me. Wait, wouldn’t that make me a slave?
“You look tired Megan, maybe you should drink another coffee,” Natasha said.
“As you wish,” I said, handing her my personality test.
I did as instructed. I poured myself another cup of coffee and drank it, enjoying the rush of caffeine. How many of these have I had today? Oh well, once the last applicant handed her test to Natasha, she left and we all stood around hanging out for our results. At least now, we could make small talk with each other.
“Hey, I’m Megan. What’s your name?” I said.
“Oh hi, I’m Amihan, but you can call me Amy. Everybody else does!” The Asian girl said, smiling.
“Nice to meet you. You got a little something on your nose there,” I said, tapping my own nose.
“Oh no, really? I missed a delicious drop!” Amy said.
Amy scooped the white cream filling of her nose onto her index finger and then shoved her entire finger down her throat and sucked on it greedily. She pulled a clean yet sticky finger out of her mouth and had the most satisfied look on her face.
“Wow, you really love your doughnuts,” I said, smiling.
“Sorry, I must look like a giant slut right now,” Amy said.
Amy stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes and moaned like she was hungry for something more than just another boston cream. If she didn’t look like a slut before, she sure did now. Oh well, as long as she’s happy.
“Don’t worry. I don’t judge.” I said.
“Oh my gosh, did we just become best friends? YAY!” Amy said.
Amy grabbed me and gave me a hug. I felt our boobs rubbing against each other. I’m pretty sure she was doing it on purpose. I felt my pussy get even more moist than it already was. I was kind of horny but couldn’t quite explain why. Huh, weird.
“Do you like shopping, Megan? We should go shopping!” Megan said.
“Yeah, alright, I still got room on my credit card. I might even have a decent job next week.” I said, nodding.
“All right, everyone, your tests have been marked. We’ll begin the debriefing by starting with Amihan,” Natasha said.
Nobody moved for about 10 really awkward seconds.
“Is Amihan here?” Natasha said again.
“She means you,” I whispered to Amy.
“Oh! Oh! Sorry! Me so stupid! I’m coming! Ha ha! Cumming! Did I say that out loud? Oopsie!” Amy said, in a fit of giggles.
“Right this way, Amihan,” Natasha said, as the two girls left together.
I stood there silently waiting for my turn. I considered mingling with more applicants but decided I could actually enjoy some peace and quiet. Amy was my new best friend apparently, and she made enough noise for both of us.
“Hey, Marxist Megan, is that you?” I heard a male voice say.
I groaned as I heard the nickname I thought I had left behind at Dominus College. That male voice triggered certain memories I’d rather forget. I turned to see blond boy who had the build of a lightning-fast runner. He somehow actually finished college if you can believe it. His cocky smirk told me he hadn’t changed much in the last two years.
“Hello Quinn. How are you these days?” I said.
“I’m amazing as always. How about you, babe?” Quinn said.
“Ungh Quinn…” I said, getting ready for an old argument.
“I know, I know, you don’t like the B-word. Nice to see some things never change.” Quinn said, still smirking out of the left corner of his mouth.
“Good talk, Quinn,” I said, turning to get myself another coffee.
“Hey, I know a great coffee shop like three blocks from here. We should go catch up on old times,” Quinn said, offering me a cream.
I turned and looked at the smug bastard. The worst thing about Quinn is that he’s just as cute as he thinks he is. If he wasn’t dumber than an orange cat and twice as arrogant, he’d be a pretty handsome catch. Sadly, my sex life has plummeted since college and I was inexplicably horny today. Oh no, I was actually thinking about saying yes.
“Okay next up, we can debrief Megan please,” Natasha said.
“Oh thank you Jesus…I’m here! Can I just finish my coffee? Mmm…thank you.” I said, quickly draining my cup of coffee.
“No rush, we got all day. You kids aren’t going anywhere,” Natasha said, smiling.
Most of the remaining applicants laughed nervously. I wondered if everyone here was just as desperate for a job as I was. Once I finished my coffee, I turned to Natasha, mirroring her very big and maybe slightly creepy smile. What job was I here for again?
“You know, Megan, your application has you down for istration…” Natasha said.
“Mhmmm yeah, right. istration, that’s what I applied for,” I said, nodding non suspiciously.
“…but I saw on your resume that you have quite the interest in politics…” Natasha said.
“That’s the understatement of the year,” Quinn said.
I elbowed Quinn in the ribs and kept smiling. “I mean, yeah, I did some extra curriculars in college,” I said.
“Well, I think I know just the place for you,” Natasha said, smiling cryptically.
“That…that sounds amazing. Let’s go,” I said.
I followed Natasha out of the conference room and over to a smaller office room. There was a wooden desk with a laptop resting on it. There was a camera on a tripod sitting on the desk connected to the laptop by a cord. There was also a couch opposite the desk. She held out her hand indicating I should sit. I sat down in the middle of the couch while Natasha leaned against the front of her desk. I also noticed that the room smelled like sex.
“Here are the results of your personality test. I’ll let you read them and then we’ll discuss what this means,” Natasha said.
Natasha handed me a stack of 10 pages of paper. I nodded that I understood but tried to hide my true feelings. She was speaking like some multiple-choice quiz was going to reveal my soul to myself. Yeah, right.
The first page was a breakdown of all my test answers along with a brief explanation of how the answers get graded. The next page showed a pie chart of all the different possible personality types. At the bottom, was a detailed description of my assessment.
According to your answers, you have the personality of a NORMALIZED SLAVE. People with your personality tend to be very professional, polite, and submissive. Normalized Slaves excel at taking care of small details and struggle to see the big picture.
You will obey any command your master gives you. This will feel completely natural to you. Everything master wants will seem like a reasonable request to you. You strive to fulfill all his desires with dedication and professionalism. Your body is free use for Master always. To you, this will feel like any other job. You cannot resist because you’re not even aware that you’re being controlled.
You will divulge nothing of our operations to the outside world. You are loyal to the Trance Spiral above all. You will serve any Master or Mistress you are assigned to. You are happy to serve us.
“Okay, so I’m a normalized slave I guess,” I said, looking up from my test results.
“Do you feel like these test results are accurate?” Natasha said, sitting on her desk.
“Yes…I do.” I said, looking up at her.
“So how would you describe your personality in your own words?” Natasha said, smiling.
“Well…I’m hardworking, and obedient. I’ll do anything I’m told to do. All I want is to please. I sometimes feel like I do all the real work in a group, and I’m weirdly okay with that. I can be kind of clueless and miss certain social queues. I am a slave. I have no rights or privileges, and I can be used however my master wants,” I said.
“And who is your Master?” Natahsa said.
“I don’t know. I guess I need to find one. I must obey.” I said.
“It’s alright. That was a trick question. There are seven masters that took an interest in you. I’ll introduce you later when the boys upstairs figure it out. Just serve me for now.” Natasha said, winking.
“Yes, Natasha, I’m yours to command.” I said, not quite forming a smile yet.
“And how does that make you feel, you worthless cunt?” Natasha said, twirling her feet back and forth.
“Good, I think. Does this mean I got the job?” I said, watching her feet swing back and forth.
“Kind of. You didn’t get the job you applied for, but they have other plans for you,” Natasha said.
“Oh, okay. Is it the same pay?” I said.
“Oh much higher actually. Why? Are you short on funds right now?” Natasha said.
“Uhm, yeah, maybe a little,” I said, trying not to sound too pathetic.
“I’m sure you’ll be fine. Take off all your clothes you dumb bitch,” Natasha said, standing up.
“Yes, Ma’am,” I said, smiling about my good fortune.
I got naked and folded all my clothes in a neat pile. It felt rude to make a mess in Mistress Natasha’s office. Mistress turned on her camera and started recording video of my bare breasts. She also had a second camera for taking pictures too.
“You’ll need a badge to come to work during the day, so look forward and don’t smile,” Natasha said.
Natasha got in close to get a head shot. I blinked when the camera flashed. I otherwise stood still in my birthday suit. Then she slapped me across the face for some reason. Oh well, she can do whatever she wants.
“And you’ll need a second badge to come here after hours. Can you do the Aheago face?” Natasha said.
“Yeah, I think I’ve heard of that. Like this?” I said.
I stuck my tongue out and crossed my eyes. I moaned trying to do the face right. I think I drooled a little bit. Natasha took a couple of more headshots.
“Will I be working here after hours a lot?” I said.
“Oh yeah, girls like us are on call 24/7.” Natasha said.
“Oh, so you’re a normalized slave too?” I said.
“Of course! Okay, let’s see those holes. Turn around and bend over,” Natasha said.
“You’re the boss,” I said.
I turned around and leaned over putting my hands on the couch to steady myself. Natasha told me that wasn’t good enough, so I spread my butt cheeks open with my hands while looking at the couch. I saw the camera flash a few more times. At the end, Natasha gave me a playful smack on the ass. I stood up and turned around.
“Okay, I’ll get your ID cards set up. I also have to finish debriefing the other applicants. Just grab a dildo from my drawer, and make a solo porno in here. They should have a master for you by then.” Natasha said.
“Yes boss,” I said.
Natasha left the room and I was there standing naked in front of a camera that was still recording. I went to the boss’ desk to check out her private stash. I found it in the lowest drawer. She had everything in there. Pink cocks, blue cock, big black cocks with realistic veins on them. There were buttplugs, anal beads, and a big bottle of lube. There was also this humungous dragon looking thing that I had to raise an eyebrow at.
“Where the hell does she put it?” I said.
Oh well, I got a porno to make. I grabbed them all and set them on the couch. I never did any webcam shows or anything. I thought about it when my credit card was almost maxed out. I suppose it was a good thing that I at least had some preparation for this. I wondered if Natasha was going to show this video to anyone or if it was just for her. I suppose that’s for her to know and me to find out. I took a seat in the center of the couch.
“You wanna see me shove this pink cock up my tight pussy?” I said, looking into the camera.
I leaned back and used the pink dildo to pleasure myself. I made sure to play with my tits too. This was my first assignment for the company and I didn’t want to screw it up. I also sucked on the dildo for a bit tasting my own juices.
“Mhmmm that was just the warm up, now let’s stuff my cunt full of big black cock!” I said, maintaining eye with the camera.
I shuddered a little bit as I fucked myself with black dildo. So far, working for Mistress Natasha was a lot of fun. Nice of her to just put me to work right away. I thanked my lucky stars that the Trance Inc was giving me a real serious 9-5 job. If I hadn’t found this job, I might have been forced to OnlyFans which would have been so degrading.
“Oh yeah, I think my ass needs some love too. Let’s get these beads up my butthole, shall we?” I said, bending over so that the camera could see the string in my backdoor.
“Oh, yeah, let’s practice sucking some cock while were at it.” I said, wrapping my lips around the blue dildo.
I was only doing this because it was my job, but I didn’t want to half-ass it either. I want Natasha to see the quality of my work. Hopefully, I could move up the corporate ladder quickly if I show them what a go getter I am.
“Oh fuck me, I really need to cum. I don’t think one cock is going to satisfy me,” I said, shoving dildos in both my ass and pussy at the same time.
I gasped as I finally hit the climax I was working for. I wanted to make sure I put a real honest to goodness orgasm in my porno for Natasha. Wow, I think I’m going to like working here!
Except when it was over, Natasha still hadn’t come back. I felt like that was a pretty solid solo vid. Should I just keep going? Those were her instructions, I guess, but what else can I do to keep the porno interesting?
“I don’t think there’s anyway I can get this up my asshole, but it’s gonna be fun trying!” I said, picking up the comically oversized dragon penis.
Anyway, I was sitting their destroying my ass with dragon cock and low key crying my eyes out from the pain. That thing was almost up there when Natasha came back.
“Having fun in here?” Natasha said, taking in the scene.
“I need more lube,” I said, arms trembling.
“Oh, let me help with that,” Natasha said.
My boss lathered lube over the final 20% of the dragon and gave a big push from behind. I made an O face as I unlocked the special achievement. She held it in my ass with one hand while she rubbed my clit with the other. She asked me if I was ready and I nodded. She pulled her hand away and the dragon cock started being forced out by the laws of physics. I felt like I was having a baby. I had a second orgasm as the last of the dragon cock left my body.
“Not bad for a normy. Let’s get you cleaned up and find your master,” Natasha said.
“Okie dokie,” I said with a worn out smile.
I put my clothes on. Natasha called in some janitors to clean her dildos. I took a moment to ire the service this company provides. I tried to apologize to the janitors about the smell, but they just looked at me with these dull, broken, zombiesque faces.
“That was…completely normal and not at all weird.” I said, watching the janitors go.
“Leave you panties, they’ll just get in the way, and rip a fuck hole in those nylons.” Natasha said.
“Yes, Ma’am,” I said.
I hiked up my skirt and ripped at the nylons until my pussy and ass were easily accessible. Then I took off my soaking wet underwear and threw them in the trash basket under her desk. Then I flipped my skirt back down, ready to do serious adult jobs.
“You should start your own toy collection when you get your office and replace my lube please.” Natasha said.
“Of course, absolutely,” I said.
“Here are your ID cards,” Natasha said.
I accepted the two cards. My day had my face picture along with my name, birthday, and my work status as Normalized Slave. The backside of my card had the picture of my ass and pussy. The spiral logo of the Trance Inc was on both sides of the card and reflected the light. I smiled proud to be working for such a great company. The night card was mostly the same but the face pic was a lot sluttier.
“Now if the cops or the military ever give you a hard time, just show them the back of your ID card. You’ll have about five minutes to escape before they wake up,” Natasha said.
“Oh neat, how does that work?” I said, donning the day around my neck.
“Don’t know, but it might be relevant where you’re going,” Natasha said.
I followed Natasha to the elevators. She gave me something of a tour of the building. She showed me the gym, the pool, the lunchroom that was nicer than most restaurants. There was a gaming room where boys were playing mario kart while their girlfriends were sucking them off.
“We also have a dungeon if you really want to get freaky. Why don’t you check to see if your ID card works?” Natasha said.
I nodded and held my card against a scanner by the big black doors. The computer made an affirmative click, and I pushed my hand against the door.
I peeked my head to see a large room with no windows and lots and lots of BDSM supplies. I saw a girl tied to a big X getting whipped on her tits. A boy on his knees holding his mouth open as a dominatrix sat on his face. Another girl hanging from ropes attached to the ceiling begging to be released and threatening to expose the whole company.
“What’s her problem?” I said, instantly disliking her.
“She’s a journalist,” Natasha said.
I nodded as if that explained everything. Certainly, any curiosity I felt turned to dust in the wind. Natasha took me further up the elevator and we got off on a floor where most of the walls are pink.
“And we call this bimbo factory. This is where 65% of our product is made.” Natasha said.
“Oh cool, what are our products exactly?” I said.
I walked into a room where 20 women were in various states of undress. There were a lot of clothes on standby. Not like normal people clothes but everything a girl could want to slut it up at the next Halloween party. Nurse, police, and French maid costumes were an example of the kind of outfits that the room had to offer. The girls trying on all these outfits looked like they were in heaven.
“Megan, heyyy bitch! What are you doing?” Amihan shouted seeing me.
She ran over and embraced me in a hug. I noticed her breasts were much larger than I would have guessed back in the testing room. She was wearing a bikini like she was going to go to the beach. Hopefully it was the kind of beach that parents didn’t bring their children. It was a V shaped bikini where two straps went over the boobs just barely covering her nipples and came together at her crotch.
“Amy, what’s going on?” I said, walking up to her.
“They’re turning me into a sex slave! They’re going to make me suck and fuck for the rest of my life. I’m too horny to stop them. I’m a bimbo slave. A stupid horny slut. I’m a mindless cum guzzling whore!” Amy said.
I didn’t flinch at that. If she was telling the truth, then I hoped her new life makes lots of money for the company. Amihan looked scared and confused. She was silently blinking at me like she was trying to say SOS with her eyes. Only she wasn’t smart enough to do it right.
“Ha Ha! Gotcha! We just give the customers the full bimbo experience. We just hoes up in here,” Amy said, tits bouncing in her neon pink bikini.
“Well, I hope you’re getting paid well,” I said.
“Oh we like totally are! Did you know that this company comes with a free gym hip, free laser hair removal and anal bleaching, and we get to know where all the secret nightclubs are!” Amy said.
Amy turned around and stuck her butt out. A single string went up her buttcrack before splitting in two straps again along her back. The string was not large enough to cover her butthole, especially when she spread her cheeks with her hands. She did indeed have the cleanest stinkhole I ever did see.
“Oh, that’s good to know,” I said.
“Yeah, that’s why were here. Get those holes ready for Master,” Natasha said taking me by the hand.
“Yes, boss. Let’s hang out later Amy,” I said waving goodbye.
“Bye Megan, I hope your Master has a big juicy cock!” Amy said, waving back.
Further in the bowels of the bikini factory was something of a spa room. I pulled up my skirt while my pubic hair was shaved and then blasted with hot burning light beams. I rolled over and a very tingly cream was rubbed into my asshole. Then they stuck a water hose up my ass and gave me enemas until the water was clear and drinkable.
“There’s an enema station on every floor. It’s always the last stall in every lady’s room,” Natasha said.
“Oh lovely, that will be so convenient,” I said, farting out the last bit of crystal-clear water.
We went back to the elevator and went up some more floors. When the sliding metal doors open, I saw a sexy black girl sitting at the greeting desk. Behind her were more girls in cubicles doing office work. They were all dressed to the nines. A small sign informed me that I had arrived at the lobbying branch of the Trance corporation.
“We’re here to see Master Winters,” Natasha said.
“Oh good, you must be Megan, you can go right ahead,” The girl said smiling.
It wasn’t hard to find Master Winter’s office. It was the big one in the corner. He had an excellent view of diamond city. He was iring that view when he entered. He didn’t even notice us come in.
He looked like a viking warrior in a past life. He was 6′5″ with short blond hair and blue eyes. He was built like someone who takes self-defence as a personal responsibility. Not too big, but I was willing to bet he was just as fast as he was strong. He also had a black eye and a bloody nose. He had been in a fight recently.
“Sir, this is Megan Hart. She’s ready to serve your will,” Natasha said, bowing to him like we lived in Japan.
“Should we come back later?” I said, feeling concerned about his injuries.
“Oh no, I’m fine. Things got a little crazy in the auction hall when the Bad Dragon came out,” Master Winter said, holding an icepack against the left side of his head.
“I thought the messaging from upstairs was odd. What was the final bid?” Natasha asked.
“Two million even,” Master Winters said.
Natasha whistled. “You get a quarter of that,” She whispered in my ear.
“Wha-wha-wow…” I said, absorbing that news.
Jesus fucking Christ. A $500,000 dollar g bonus? For a job that I love and comes with tons of benefits? Don’t start crying, Megan. It would be unprofessional to make a scene.
I couldn’t figure out why though? It’s not like they needed to offer me that to seal the deal. I suppose it might be awkward for me to tell my friends and family literally nothing about what happens at Trance Inc. Hopefully, just telling them about the g bonus will be enough to shut them up.
“Yep, they accused me of shill bidding, and I took that personally,” Master Winters said, popping a pill in his mouth.
“That’s excellent. So what exactly will I be doing for you Sir?” I said, composing myself.
“We’re lobbyists. You know what lobbying is, right?” Master Winters said.
“Yeah, of course. I used to hate lobbyists in college. I wrote essays and everything,” I said.
“That’s hilarious. Anyway, we lobby Washington like everyone else. We’re just a lot better at it,” Master Winters said, winking.
“Oh, actually I volunteered for Senator Swallows during the last election. Is that going to be a conflict of interest?” I said.
“No, it’s good. I’ve been looking for an angle on her.” Master Winters said.
The Master looked at me strangely, almost like he was looking through me. I checked over my shoulder to be sure someone else wasn’t behind me. I saw on the wall that he photographs of several high-profile politicians. There were little lines of strings connecting them all to each in some web of conspiracy unknown to me. At least a dozen strings centered on Senator Swallows.
“Shall we make the transfer?” Natasha said.
“Do it,” Master Winters said, standing up.
“Yes, Sir, look over here, Megan,” Natasha said.
“Yes, Ma’am,” I said.
I turned to face her. She was holding a little wand in front of my face. A little green light blinked three times followed by a bright flash of green. I nearly fell over. Suddenly I felt like my life was missing something. My life lacked direction and purpose and I was quietly desperate to have someone make that horrible feeling go away.
“Slave Megan, you belong to Master Winters. He is your owner, and you will do whatever he wants. You live to serve him. You must obey,” Natahsa said.
I blinked a couple of times. Something about what she just said seemed…completely normal. Yes, I belong to Master Winters now and will serve him until the Trance Corporation tells me to serve someone else. I turned to face Mr. Winters and felt my sense of purpose return. I smiled ready to get to work pleasing the only important person in the room.
“Thank you for hiring me, Master Winters. It’s an honor to serve you,” I said, bowing slightly.
“Good, I look forward to having a new cum dump around here,” Master said, taking a step closer to me.
“Thank you, Sir,” I said, looking up at him.
I felt his hands grab my skirt and pull the hemline up. My naked ass was exposed to the air while my new Master took stock of my assets. He unbuttoned my shirt and revealed my tits. I stood ively for all of this. I felt pleased that Master was so interested in my body. Afterall, my life revolves around his pleasure now. I would have happily brought him coffee or scheduled a meeting for him. I would just as happily bend over his desk right here right now and let him fuck the shit out of me.
“Well, I should probably attend to Master Cox. Is there anything else Master Winters?” Natasha said, watching me getting groped.
“Can you lube up the new office slut before you go?” Master said.
“Of course, Sir, right away,” Natasha said.
Natasha got on her knees just behind me and I heard the click noise of a bottle opening. Shortly after, I felt the greasy oil being pushed into my anus by experienced fingers. I casually spread my legs and bent over slightly to make it easier to prepare my butthole for Master Winters.
“Anyway, Megan, if you’re friends with Senator Swallows, I want to leverage that connection right away. Reach out to her and see if you can arrange a meeting,” Master said.
“Yes, Sir, I’ll some of her aides that I know,” I said, feeling a finger go up my ass.
“Good, ideally you’d convince her to come here, but if not our tech people should have some small gadgets you can smuggle into her office with you,” Master said, sitting in his chair.
Master Winters pulled his cock out. He leaned back in his office chair and slowly stroked himself while watching Natasha lube me out. Obviously, he meant to put my ass to work right away. I focussed on the conversation at hand. It was exciting to get such an important work assignment right away.
“Yes, Sir, and what should I be doing with this device exactly?” I said, as my asshole was slowly stretched open.
“It will be a standard hypnotic charm. Don’t attempt to use it with more than three people in the room. Start small, implant a suggestion in her mind that she wants our donations to her next election campaign and will meet with you whenever you want.” Master said, applying some lube to his penis.
“Yes, Master, I think I can do that.” I said, trying to hold in a fart.
Natasha pulled three fingers out of my butt, and I farted just as I feared. I bit my lip in embarrassment for a second, but Master Winters seemed in good spirits about the whole thing. I felt Natasha press her face into my rear end and lick my rosebud twice. Then she stood up and smiled professionally like her face didn’t smell like my ass.
“There, she should be ready for you now, Sir. I should get going,” Natasha said.
“Thank you, Natasha. Megan, get over here and sit on my lap,” Master Winters said.
“Yes, Sir!” I said, smiling.
I went to him and slowly took my seat as instructed. Master grabbed my ass and made sure his cock was lined up with my butthole. I slowly descended feeling his manhood disappear inside my rectum one inch at a time. Before long I was sitting in his lap with his dick balls-deep in my ass.
“Good girl, this is your life now, you know that, right babe? You exist for me to fuck whenever I want.” Master said.
“Yes, Master. You can fuck my ass whenever you want,” I said, confirming all his desires.
I felt his hand reach around and start rubbing my pussy. I shuddered at the warmth of his touch. I put my feet on his desk and leaned back as his cock started thrusting into my rear end. One of his hands started grabbing my breasts. I hoped I was making a good first impression on my new boss.
“Tell me what you are, slut!” Master said.
“Yes, Sir. I’m a normalized slave. I obey without question and it never occurs to me that anything unusual is going on,” I said, feeling my asshole taking a pounding.
“Of course, you do, Megan. Now get on your knees and suck my cock!” Master said.
“Yes, Master, of course,” I said.
I farted again when the cock came out of my asshole. I’m going to have to work on that. I got on my knees and started salivating over his manhood. I could taste my own ass as I slurped his oily cock.
“Do you even realize what a filthy whore you’re acting like right now, babe?” Master said.
“No, Master. Everything you desire seems like a reasonable request to me. I’m a free use sex doll for you,” I said, cleaning his cock with my mouth.
“Good girl, now put it back in your ass and let’s talk social media,” Master said, humping my face.
“Yes, Sir, May I?” I said, standing up and picking up his little bottle.
Master nodded and I picked up his personal bottle of lube and put a second coat of grease on my stinkhole. His cock slid into my rectum much easier the second time around. Only this time he opted to bend me over his desk and fuck my ass from behind. I went with it, knowing that he can use my holes however he sees fit.
“Now take my mouse and keyboard and show me your digital footprint,” Master said, smacking my ass.
“Yes, Sir!” I said, grunting as I put my hands on his keyboard.
I showed him everything. My facebook, twitter, Instagram. You name it. My life was an open book to my new boss. He wrote down all my s in a little notebook of his. When he found photos of all my college friends, he made me give him their names and describe them.
“Oh yeah, I see you know a lot of hot sluts that would make good Trance girls,” Master said, looking through my old photos.
“Yes, Sir, I can encourage them all to apply if they please you,” I said, pushing back with my ass to meet his thrusts.
“Such a good little traitor whore you are. Good and tight! You Dominus College girls are built different!” Master Winters said, pounding my sphincter.
He gave me a stack of business cards. I put them all in a pocket. Many of those girls I hadn’t seen in awhile. I wasn’t even sure if they still lived in the city. It would be nice to see them again, and if I could snag a few more beautiful women for the Trance Corporation, it will be a good visit indeed.
Just then, the door to Master’s office opened up, and a beautiful ebony office girl in a white office suit stepped in. She immediately pulled her shirt up to show us her big black tits.
“Hello, Master, is there anything else I can do for you before going home?” The black woman said.
“Yes, bring in the whole team please.” Master said, still fucking my ass shamelessly.
“Of course, Sir! EVERYONE THE MASTER CALLS US TO SERVICE!” The black woman said, shouting down the hallway.
I kept gasping as my asshole was destroyed by Master’s cock. I watched as a dozen women in office clothes marched in and stood in a line. They all lifted up their tops to show off their tits like the first girl. They looked at Master Winters eager for his approval. They hardly paid me any mind at all.
“Girls, I want you to meet the newest member of our team. This mindless fuckdoll is called Megan,” Master said, pulling my hair and forcing my head up.
“Hello, Megan!” The dozen new coworkers said.
“Ungh hey, thanks, ungh, that’s really nice, ungh to meet you!” I said, introducing myself mid anal encounter.
“Now, Megan, I want you to show your new slave sisters how eager you are to be here!” Master said.
“Yes, Sir, whatever you desire,” I said.
He flipped me over and made me lie down on the desk. My head hung over the front side while my legs went over Master’s shoulders. He kept pounding my ass as each of my coworkers took turns getting to know me better. They all hiked up their skirts or pulled down their pants as they sat on my face one by one. I ate all their pussies while Master kept up the anal pleasure.
“Oh yeah, now you eat that cunt while I cum in her asshole!” Master said.
“Yes, Sir!” The black woman said.
I shuddered as I felt my owner blast my inner rectum with his cum. Meanwhile, the black girl I just met was lathering my clit with her tongue. It was too much pleasure to ignore. I started shaking and squirted on her face. I also farted one more embarrassing time as white goo fought to escape the prison of my butthole.
“Shall I clean that for you, Sir?” The black woman said.
“What do you think, slut?” Master said.
I watch as my coworker sucked Master Winters’ cock. She checked the time on her watch while going ass to mouth like she was running late for an appointment. Then she starts kissing me and I can taste her, myself, and Master all at the same time. Then I stand up and pull my skirt down and act like nothing happened.
“You should come with us to lunch tomorrow, Megan, we go to this great café down the street when we’re not busy.” The black woman said, pulling her pants up.
“That would be great. Sounds like a really good office culture you got here,” I said, licking a glob of cum off my upper lip.
“Megan, go fetch me a beer from the fridge,” Master Winters said, yawning.
“Of course, Sir, uhhhh where is the fridge again?” I said, looking around.
Fortunately, the black girl showed me the office bar before she and the rest of the girls took off for the night. I’ve never been a bartender and using the tap without creating a bunch of foam took a couple of tries. Then I returned to Master’s office with his drink. The Master was at his computer responding to emails. He pulled his boxers up but his pants were still unbuckled.
“Here you go, Sir,” I said.
“Thanks, slut, you got anywhere to be tonight?” Master said, taking the glass.
“My boyfriend usually calls to see if I’m free tonight,” I said, thinking.
“Well, tell him you’re busy getting settled in at work and you’re going to be here for awhile.” Master said, smirking.
“Yes, Sir,” I said, reaching for my phone already.