Office Slut

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Forced Mind Control

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Heather Morgan was not a woman to be taken lightly. In the world of over
priced executives she was the alpha female. The best of the best. Queen of
her own little world. However her position came with nothing but grief. The
twenty nine year old buxom red head had gained many enemies in a short
amount of time as she climbed to corporate ladder. Many accused her of
sleeping her way to the top, and she hand been branded as a slut. She hated
for people to think that since she had actually worked so hard for her
title, but Heather knew that people always needed a target to blame their
failure on. Unfortunately it was her.

It was also unfortunate that on one particularly dark night Heather decided
to work late in hopes of impressing the new owners of the company she
worked for. After working till well past midnight Heather felt the pressure
of fatigue setting in, and decided to call it a night. She hated working
late like this because it meant that their would be no security guard in
the garage. During the night homeless people often found ways into the
building, and slept where ever there was space. It was not the safest
situation to be in.

“Hello? Is someone there?”, Heather called as she stepped through the
poorly lit garage. She knew she heard foot steps for a minute, but perhaps
she was just scaring herself. “Look I’ve got a gun…”, that was an empty
threat. Feeling a surge of adrenalin Heather made a dash for her car, but
suddenly tripped when she hit a speed bump. “Come on Heather get a hold of
yourself.”, she mumbled taking in deep breaths. As she slowly stood Heather
was suddenly startled by the sound of a gun going off, and then the world
going black.

“God,,, My head hurts.”, Heather said as she slowly regained control over
her body, “Where am I?” Looking around she found herself in an unfamiliar
room. It appeared to be a doctors office, and she could make out the sound
of people through an ear piercing level of elevator music that filled the
room. However she also found that she was unable to move. It felt as if her
body was completely strapped down.

Just then the door opened and two rather attractive women entered the room.
One was dressed in a long doctors coat, but the other wore a grey corporate
suit. The doctor immediately walked over to the end of the bed that Heather
lay upon, and began to study some paper work and charts. The other women
walked over to Heather’s side offering her a cold smile, “Well hello
Heather. I’m so happy to see you awake, however I must say there were more
of a few of us that had hoped you’d died.”

“Who are you?”, Heather asked. She could vaguely remember the womans face
from somewhere.

The woman seemed to grow irritated by this question, “What? You don’t know?
First you fuck my boss, and get my promotion. Then you turn my friends
against me. Now you deny knowing who I am?” The woman raised her hand, and
delivered a hard smack across Heather’s face. Heather was surprised to find
that she didn’t feel anything. “Damn, I forgot about the drugs they have
you on! Remind me to slap you later, slut.”, the woman said coldly.

“Look I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t sleep with anyone to
get ahead, and I have no idea who you are.”, Heather protested. The woman
seemed almost psychotic, but perhaps if she remained calm she could get
through to her. “Listen, let me go now and we can forget all about this.”

“Sorry slut, but I’m afraid it’s too late for that. It’s all ready began.”,
the woman circle around her like a vulture as she ranted on, “While you
were sleeping we began augmenting certain parts of your body, and injecting
you with series of new test drugs. These drugs combined with surgery will
make your outsides exactly the way you are on the inside; a slut!”

Heather began to feel frightened with the thoughts that the woman might be
serious, “God no! What the hell is wrong with you? You’re nothing but a
psychotic bitch! When I…” The woman silenced Heather by placing some tape
over her mouth.

“Now as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted. Your hair will
become a lovely golden blonde color, and not just on your head of course.
Through surgery we will increase your breast to an unreal size. No matter
how hard you can every try they will always seem obscene. Along with that
we’ll widen your hips giving you a perfect hour glass shape.”, the woman
smiled as she reached what she considered to be the best parts, “In
addition to turning you into a walking sex doll we figured we’d enhance
your already sex driven brain. Through subliminal messages in this lousy
music we’ve began reprogramming you. Your intelligence will be lowered, and
your sex drive will be through the wall. In essence you’ll just be some
slut bimbo blonde. Fitting punishment.”

Though she tried to resist against her bonds Heather found she couldn’t
budge them even an inch. Before leaving the room the doctor injected her
with a strange green liquid, and again the world went black.

… One Month Later …

“Mmm… Spike that tickles sweety”, Heather giggled as her dog’s busy
tongue woke her from an impossibly long sleep. Sitting up she smiled at the
dog as it lapped at her bare crotch. It’s keen senses could smell the stink
of sex around it’s master, and saw her as he saw any other bitch in heat.
“Spike baby mommies gotta dress. I have to work today, or is today my day
off? Sometimes I’m so forgetful.”, she said in a little high pitched
giggle. As she stepped out of bed to head for her closet Spike continued to
follow her, taking every opportunity to poke it’s nose between her legs.
Heather made no attempt to stop the beat, and was beginning to feel a
little horny from the attention it was giving her privates. ‘Ruff!’, the
dog barked loud as it leaped upon Heather’s back sending her to the ground.
For a moment she stared at the dog in shock, but instinctively sat back up
on all fours and spread her legs for it. She could see it’s mammoth cock
throbbing between it’s hairy legs. All the more to turn her on. “Ok Spike
on good fuck, but then I have to go to work!”, Heather said trying to sound
as if she were in charge of the situation. She let out a queer moan as
Spike went straight for her exposed cunt, letting it’s long coarse tongue
lap up her juices. However it spared little time before moving it’s front
paws over her back to mount her like any other bitch. “Good boy!”, Heather
moaned as the thick cock head pierced into her. She had never felt
something so big in her all at once, though on the other hand it suddenly
hit her that she had been involved in wild orgies letting many men fuck her
at once. The mutt began pumping into her hard and fast, and only increased
in speed as Heather’s own body grew wet and hot. Then she felt it. It was
as if someone drove their fist deep into her. The dog’s large knot pushed
deep into her releasing a hot spray of cum, and binding the two together.
Heather immediately screamed with a mix of pain and passion, then fell to
the floor taking Spike with her.

It took a while before she managed to separate from the well satisfied
hound, and now she was certain she’d be late for work. Quickly she slapped
on a short black skirt and matching blouse, fixed her hair, found some
shoes, then was out the door. She enjoyed how people stopped to stare at
her as she ran by, and with those large triple E’s mounted on her chest who
could blame them? Luckily she found that she was just in time for the bus.
The driver gave her a look over, then allowed her on for free. More than a
little happy to look at her through his rear view mirror.

“Excuse me dear you have something…”, the old woman siting across from
Heather suddenly felt a little embarrassed noticing that the trail of whit
gunk on Heather’s leg was coming from her exposed cunt. The skirt did
nothing to hide any part of her when she sat. Heather looked down and
giggled realising that in her haste she had forgotten to clean up after
Spike. The old woman looked on in disgust as Heather proceeded to clean off
the gunk, then wipe her messy cunt with a napkin from her purse. She had
never seen something so vile in all of her life. Of course the same
couldn’t be said for some of the male passengers who looked on with rock
hard cocks. It was like some bizarre fantasy.

When Heather arrived at work she was greeted by many blank stares. Not only
did no one know what to make of the sexy bimbo, but no one knew it was even
Heather. Well almost no one. “Hi Heather. I’m so happy to see everything
turned out so perfect.”, Heather turned to see Nancy wearing a devilish
grin. Nancy had always been in serious competition for Heather’s position,
but as far as Heather remembered Nancy was so much more deserving of it.

“Hi Nancy!”, Heather said in a shrill high pitched voice, “I’m so happy to
see you!”

“Heather can you follow me? Mr. Feller really wants to see you. I told him
all about how sorry you are for being such a slut to get your job, and he
says he’s willing to forgive you. Then someone more deserving can take your
job.”

Though a voice in the back of Heather’s mind was screaming for her to slap
the bitch Heather took it with a smile, “Oh good Nancy. Do you think you
might even get the job? Maybe I can be your secretary. You’re so much
smarted than me.” Nancy took great delight in hearing Heather degrade
herself like this. It was all she had ever wanted and more. After showing
Heather off to some of the other women in the office Nancy then led her to
Mr. Feller’s office. She just couldn’t wait for the big V.P. to see this.

“Here she is Mr. Feller, just as I promised.”, Nancy said announcing
Heather as they entered the office Immediately upon seeing Heather Mr.
Feller’s jaw dropped like a ton of bricks. He could never have imagined
Heather could look anything like this. She was possibly the most beautiful
woman he had ever seen. Nancy continued to gloat, “Just like I said, huh?
Perfect if I do say so myself.”

“And she has no idea who she was in the past?”, Mr. Feller asked as Heather
just stood their with a happy little smile upon her face.

“Nope.”

“What about the programming? Was it effective?”

“See for yourself seir.”, Nancy said. Reaching down she raised Heather’s
skirt, and stuck her finger into her exposed cunt. Pulling it back out she
found her finger coated with a fresh coating of dark cum. “See, the bitch
has only been awake for two hours, and she’s already been fucking. What a
slut.”

Mr.Feller was totally shocked by this, “Simply amazing. Nancy consider
yourself promoted. Now please leave. I think Heather has some work to do
now. Nancy laughed a little then left to share the news of her success. As
she shut the door behind her she stopped for a moment to consider what she
had done. Was turning Heather into a bimbo sex slave wrong? Then she
laughed to herself at even the thought. Of course it was right, after all
she was just some slut.

… A Week Later …

“Heather come into my office please.”, Mr. Feller’s low voice called over
the speaker system. Sitting up from the floor. Heather wiped away the fresh
layer of cum that had accumulated from the last job she did. Her new
position as head dick sucker was a hard job, but she never complained.
Making a little dash Heather quickly found her way to the office. She so
hoped that maybe Mr. Feller would let her suck him off today, or maybe even
give her the honor of penetrating his dick into her.

“I’m here master.”, Heather called as she stepped through the door.

“Heather take off your skirt please. This man has some work to do.”, Mr.
Feller said. As she pulled down her skirt a tall man walked over to her
carrying a black suitcase. From it he produced some jars of ink, and a
needle gun. When he started his job Heather began to cringe fro the pain,
but quickly her quirky smile returned as the programming in her brain
refused to allow her to feel sad.

As Heather walked out of the office all eyes turned and focused on her bare
midsection. There, written in dark black, just above her shaved pussy were
four bold words. “The Official Office Slut” She was now, and forever just
company property. To be used, and reused until she had out lived her
usefulness. Then like all garbage, she’d be gotten rid off.porno-s

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2 Responses

  1. jenny Hooper

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