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 Author: wandrer
Title: Special Benefits
Universe: The Company
Keywords: mc, ws, humil, mf, ff
Summary: Michelle is excited to hear about even *more* special benefits
of the new firm she has joined...until she realized that she has been
modified to provide benefits to everyone else.
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explicit material that some may find offensive.  It is meant for persons
over the age of 18 and is not suitable for children.  All characters
contained within are purely fictional, any similarity of any character,
event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely
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   Michelle gathered up her notepad in her arms and rushed out of her
office towards the conference room.  She was nervous - this was her first
day in the HR department, and she definitely wanted to make sure she made a
good impression.  She still couldn't quite believe her luck at landing this
job just out of school - thank goodness the other similar firm she'd worked
at the previous summer had recommended her after her internship there.  The
pay was incredible, especially if you made it to the five year bonus they'd
mentioned in her offer letter.  The benefits of working for a small but
successful trading company like this, she supposed.

   She smiled nervously at Amy as she rushed into the room.  The girl - one
year Michelle's senior - smiled back at her.  Though Michelle noticed the
same odd emotion in her eyes behind the smile...she'd seen it this morning
when Amy had welcomed her into the office.  But as Michelle sat down, the
rest of the new hires began to trickle in, and Michelle concentrated on
watching Amy's preparation - this was going to be Michelle's job in a
couple of weeks, so she wanted to make sure she knew everything that would
be expected of her.

   Once the five other new hires were there Amy launched into her welcome
speech, no sign of that odd look present in her chipper voice.  She managed
to make 401k and health insurance info sound vaguely interesting with her
bubbly tone.  Of course, it probably didn't help that Amy was a slender and
tall gorgeous blonde.  Michelle was tiny and plenty cute, but it was pretty
obvious that Amy had the attention of all five men in the room, whatever
she was saying.  (Other than HR, the company was predominantly male -
typical for traders and software engineers, Michelle supposed.)

   Michelle scribbled the occasional note on things that didn't appear on
Amy's slides - she wanted to make sure she remembered to ask the other girl
about them later.  There was a lot to learn.

   "And last but not least, we come to the Special Benefits here.  Remember
that these are covered in the NDA's you all signed - these in particular
fall under that, and can't be discussed outside of the firm.  Many people
here feel these are some of the most unique benefits the company has to
offer."

   Special Benefits, Michelle noted with a question mark next to it.  She
didn't remember hearing about these before.  There were *more* benefits to
this job?  Amazing.  What kind of benefits could be covered by an NDA,
though?

   "Points for these are accrued over time, based on salary and seniority.
You can access information on how many points you've accrued on the company
intranet, under HR.  There you'll find a listing of the services available,
and which you are able to request with your current balance."

   Intranet - link to accrued points and services, Michelle scribbled.

   "Most of the services also become available based on seniority, so for
the first six months, you really will only have access to a couple of
options.  Initially, this mostly means that you can only request blowjobs
and handjobs."

   Limited to...

   Michelle blinked.

   What had Amy just said?!

   Michelle looked up to stare at Amy in shock, like the five men were
currently doing.  Or she tried to.  She found that when she looked up, she
was smiling broadly.  And no matter what she did, she couldn't seem to
change her expression.

   Michelle started to feel a little bit of panic, regardless of it not
showing at all on her face.  Amy looked over at her and Michelle saw that
brief flicker of...something...in her eyes again.

   Amy continued, however, her voice as bubbly and cheerful as ever, even
with the new hires all staring at her open-mouthed.

   "So, looking at the site, you can see that any of the girls in HR are
available to you for these services.  When you have enough points, you can
just click on a girl - or one of the guys, if that's your preference - and
find a time in her schedule when she is available and click request.  It's
pretty easy, really.  Then whichever of us that you've selected will come
up at that time and suck you or jerk you off."

   Michelle was fighting inside her own mind to scream, to cry, to make Amy
stop...but her face remained plastered with that bright smile as several of
the men's eyes flicked to her, as though considering...

   This was insane.  It had to be a joke.  Something they played on the new
girl?

   "You can click on each of the names to get a little look at the girls -
for example, here is a nice picture of me..."

   One of the men let out a small moan, and Michelle turned to look up at
the screen.

   She would have burst into tears if she could.

   On the screen was a picture of Amy, smiling happily for the camera.  It
could have been a typical picture for a company directory...except for the
fact that it took in most of Amy's upper body as well, showing that she was
just as attractive topless as she was in the fuzzy sweater she was wearing.
Probably moreso to these guys.  She held her medium-sized breasts in her
hands with her pretty - and surprisingly large - pink nipples pointing
upwards.  She had faint tan lines from a bikini over the tops.

   Michelle, still smiling, stared at the screen in disbelief.

   "Umm...is she up there?"

   Michelle turned to look at the young blond man who had spoken shyly, and
realized he was looking at her.

   "This is Michelle," Amy bubbled, "she's new, so doesn't have a picture
yet.  We'll get one posted of her later today.  But she's on the site
already, so once you have some points, she'll be more than happy to be of
service.  Right, Michelle?

   No fucking way!  I have to get the hell out of here!  Michelle thought,
screaming in her head.

   But all that came out was: "Sure!"

   In a horribly chipper tone.

   Michelle barely heard the last couple of minutes of Amy's presentation,
as her head was spinning.  Maybe she was asleep and would wake up soon?  If
it wasn't a joke, it had to be some sort of nightmare...

   Finally, the new hires shuffled out, with several backward glances and
nervous smiles at the two pretty girls in the conference room.

   Once they were gone, Michelle's grin finally collapsed...but she
couldn't burst into screaming tears as she wanted to.  She stared at Amy
for a moment - who seemed to be ignoring her as she tidied up - and then
got up and ran to her office.  She slid up against the wall, desperate for
sobs that wouldn't come, and finally just slid down to the floor, her face
showing only the barest hint of her misery.

   Michelle's heart was pounding.  She thought she was going to be sick. 
She had to get out of here.  This was insane.  They couldn't make
her...she'd *never* do something like that!  What kind of sick joke was
this?!

   "So...you just found out, huh?"

   Michelle jumped at the voice.  She turned to find Surjeet standing in
the doorway.  The gorgeous Indian girl was a couple of years older than
Michelle, and had been the one to recruit her for her internship, the one
who had told her about the amazing salary and the benefits.  She'd seemed
so happy here, bubbly and chipper, like all the rest of the recruiting
staff.

   Now, she just had the glimmer of a look of pity on her face.  Michelle
drew in a long, shuddering breath and looked up at her accusingly.

   "What the fuck was all that," she finally blurted out, still unable to
go beyond mild outrage, "Amy told those new hires that we...that I...we
would..."

   Michelle stopped and swallowed, confused.  Surjeet shook her head with a
sigh.

   "You can't talk about it directly.  Don't try."

   Michelle just stared at the Indian girl.

   "They...they can't be serious," she finally whispered, hoarsely.

   "Oh, yes, they can," Surjeet said softly, "believe me.  It's very, very
true."

   "But...but I won't!  I just got engaged!  And I wouldn't...do any of
that anyway!"

   "Yes.  You will."

   The hollow certainty in the pretty young Indian girl's voice chilled
Michelle into stopping.  Suddenly it clicked - the inability to get really
upset, at least externally...her bubbly smile...*all* of their bubbly
smiles.

   "Did," Michelle swallowed, "did they do something me?"

   Surjeet nodded, lips thinning.

   "What?  When?"

   Surjeet let out a short laugh that hovered just on the edge of a sob.

   "I can't say, of course.  You'll figure it out eventually, probably. 
Most of us do."

   Michelle just stared at her.  She just couldn't believe any of this.

   "I'll...I'll just quit!"

   "You can't.  Don't you think we all would have done that long ago, if we
could?"

   "I'll...get myself fired..."

   Surjeet drew in her breath.

   "You...you really don't want to do that, Michelle," she said, and
undercurrent of horror in the girl's voice was terrifying.  She grabbed a
post-it note and scribbled something down.

   "Listen...tonight...from home...Google this name and then go to this
site.  She worked here a couple of years ago and figured out a way to
be...let go.  You'll see why you don't want to be fired.  You want to work
very, very hard not to be fired, Michelle.  Believe me."

   The plaintive terror in Surjeet's voice sent chills through Michelle. 
What could she possibly find about - she looked down at the paper, which
read "Elizabeth Monroe", followed by a URL - that would be worse than this?

   Surjeet stood up suddenly.

   "OK...time for your pictures.  Take your top off and we'll find a good
pose for you."

   Michelle blinked, a look of horror slowly blossoming on her face.

   "What?!" she finally said, hoarsely, "I won't do any..."

   She paused as she realized that she'd stood up.  She looked down, a
passenger in her own body, as her hands reached down to grab the sides of
her shirt and pulled it upwards.  She tried desperately to fight it...but
to no avail.  She dropped her shirt to the floor, standing in her office in
just her bra and jeans now.  Her eyes flicked to the glass wall of her
office, and once again panic welled up inside her.  Anyone could walk by,
could see her...

   "Stop fighting it, Michelle," Surjeet said, softly, "you can't win, and
you'll only make it harder on yourself..."

   With the tiniest of whimpers, Michelle tried to stop her hands from
reaching up behind her for her bra, but the only effect was to make them
tremble even more.  With a quick snap, her bra fell away, leaving her
standing topless in her office.

   Apparently whatever they'd done to her didn't affect her ability to
blush.  She felt her face and neck burning with shame.  Her brown ponytail
tickled the back of her neck as she stood there, her tiny breasts fully
exposed.  They were embarrassingly small bumps - a-cups had been all she'd
ever managed.  Though they were topped with surprisingly large pink
nipples, which the (very few) guys she'd slept with had always liked,
particularly how sensitive they were.

   Michelle suddenly realized they were also very, very hard.

   She swallowed.  In fact...her entire body seemed to be buzzing with
slight arousal.  How could she possibly be turned on right now?  Something
was...

   She blinked at a sudden flash, and she realized that Surjeet had just
taken a picture of her with her breasts fully exposed.  She make a squeak,
and lifted her hands to cover herself...and realized she couldn't!

   "It's having your top off," Surjeet said in that same quiet, slightly
sad voice, "the fact that you feel a little horny?  The less clothes you
have on, the more you'll feel it.  As well as from...other things."

   Surjeet swallowed and shivered slightly.

   "Um, anyway, let's get some poses...lean over and smile for me..."

   Michelle found herself doing as she was instructed, leaning forward and
shrugging sexily, grinning like an idiot for the camera.  Her small breasts
and hard nipples were thrust forward for all to see as Surjeet snapped
away.

   "So, this is the new girl, huh?"

   A new wave of embarrassment washed through her as she looked over at the
door to find a man standing there...Carl, one of the senior partners, in
fact.  He was looking at her with obvious appreciation.  She wanted to hide
herself, to scream...but instead, she simply smiled broadly at him, letting
him look over her small breasts on her petite, slender body.

   "Y-yes sir," Surjeet stammered out, suddenly breathing hard.  "Did
you...did you want to try her out sir?  I...I could help..."

   Carl looked at Michelle for a few more moments, while Surjeet licked her
lips.  She seemed to be in great distress.  Finally Carl shook his head.

   "Nah...I'll let some of the other folks break her in.  I think I'm more
in the mood for Rebecca right now.  Carry on."

   "Oh," Surjeet said, in an obviously crestfallen voice, "OK...thank you
sir..."

   As Carl walked off with one more glance at Michelle's topless skinny
body, Michelle finally was able to look over at Surjeet.  The Indian girl
was shaking, still staring after Carl.  She was breathing very hard as she
sagged back against the wall.  Michelle watched in shock as one of the
girl's slender hands slid slowly under the waistband of her tight jeans...

   Surjeet blinked, as though only just realized Michelle was staring at
her.  She darkened in embarrassment and pulled herself up.

   "I...um...I think we've got enough pictures...I'm going to go and,
um..."

   With a final swallow, Surjeet turned and walked quickly from Michelle's
office down the hall, without another glance at the topless new girl.

   Michelle sat in her chair, staring down at her hands.  She'd been
sitting here for almost an hour after reclothing herself, unmoving, with
her door closed.  She couldn't think straight, the shock of all of this far
too much for her to handle.  What was she going to do?  What *could* she
do?

   She jumped as something in her pocket buzzed suddenly.  Absently she
reached down, remembering she'd put the small blackberry they'd given her
in her pocket.  She'd been instructed to make sure it was always with her,
especially while she was in the office.  She hadn't really thought about
it, but had done as instructed.  Now she pulled it out, again without
thinking, and looked at it...

   A message was there for her.  It read "24W12, BJ Mark Wilkins.  Now.".

   She looked at it blankly for a moment...and suddenly a pressure erupted
in her head.  Before she realized what she'd done, she was out her office
door and running up the stairs to the 24th floor.  She felt a sense of
urgency so strong it was almost like panic - she needed to get to that desk
immediately...to...

   "Mark Wilkins?" she stammered out to the first person she saw when she
reached the line of trading desks.  A young, good-looking blonde man looked
up at her and smirked.  He jerked a thumb over his shoulder, pointing at
the back of another trader.

   She turned and walked briskly over to the man he'd indicated, feeling a
little of the pressing sense of urgency abate, though most of it was still
there, pressing in her mind...

   "BJ Wilkins?" she asked, suddenly filled with unease.

   He turned to look at up at her with a small chuckle that was echoed in
snickers from the traders around them.  He was dark-haired and reasonably
good-looking in a nerdy sort of way, with thin, trendy glasses.

   "Mark, actually.  Jimmy, we really need to get the IT guys to change the
format of those messages for these new girls."

   The man next to him snickered again.  Michelle stood, feeling the
increasing pressure in her head.

   "Uh, Mark?  I'm...I need to...to..."

   She trailed off.  What did she need to do?  She had to do *something*,
but she didn't know what.  She stood there, shifting from foot to foot,
looking confused.  She made a small noise of distress.

   Mark shook his head, grinning.  When he spoke again, it was like he was
speaking to a child.

   "You need to give me a blowjob, don't you?"

   The horror was completely overwhelmed by the relief at the sudden
realization that *that* was it!  That was what she needed to do.  She
smiled and sighed, even as some part of her mind wailed in dismay.

   "Yes!" she said with a big grin, "oh yes, that's what I need to do!  Oh
god...  I...  OK...  should I just do it right here?"

   Michelle's knees were shaking as the pressure in her brain seemed to
take a particular shape...that of Mark's cock in her mouth.  Some small
part of her was screaming and pulling back on the reins, which was the only
thing keeping her from dropping to her knees right now...

   "Actually, wait a second..."

   Mark looked at her appraisingly, his eyes tracking up and down her body.
His statement to wait seemed to put the pressure on hold...it was still
there, but she would wait till she was given permission.

   "Wow...you're even cuter in person than your picture makes you look. 
How tall are you?"

   "F-five one," Michelle stammered out.

   "I think," he said, nodding thoughtfully, "I think we need to see what
you look like naked."

   She watched, desperately wanting to moan for any of a dozen reasons, but
unable to do so, as he reached for his mouse.  A few clicks and she was
looking at a picture of herself, grinning and leaning forward with her
small breasts out and looking for all the world like she was happily posing
for a porn website.  Mark reached out and checked a couple of boxes on the
webpage with her picture and hit "submit".

   Her blackberry buzzed again, and a new pressure erupted in her
head...but this time she knew exactly what she needed to do.

   With a small whimper, she yanked her shirt over her head and fumbled at
her bra.  She was so desperate to get her clothes off that it took her a
few tries to get the hooks undone.  As it dropped to the floor she was
fumbling at her jeans, kicking her shoes off as she went.  Her jeans slid
to the floor, and she lifted her feet to pull off her socks...and finally,
almost crying with desperation to get them off, slid her flower-covered
panties down around her slim legs, kicking them to the side.

   Finally, she stood, panting with relief that the pressure was gone, and
she was...

   A flare of horror blossomed in her mind, for the briefest moment
eclipsing everything else, though her smiling, expectant expression was
undisturbed.  She was standing completely naked in the middle of the floor.
The traders - mostly men, but a couple of women - were mostly looking over
in the middle of what they were doing to take a look at her.

   More people were looking at her naked right now than had seen her naked
in her entire life before this.  A *lot* more people.  She wanted to cry,
to run screaming...

   And then the arousal hit.

   "Oh." she said softly.

   It started as a tingling between her legs.  It quickly grew to much
more, and was answered with an aching tingle in her hardening nipples.  She
licked her lips, fighting a moan.  A cool breeze played between her legs,
and she realized she was growing wet under her brown curls down there.

   "Wow," said Mark again, staring at her, "you're just...turn around
slowly for me."

   Michelle's ability to think straight was fading fast - between the
pressure in her head to do what she'd come up here for, and the
increasingly insistent ache of her horny little body, she couldn't focus at
all.  She turned slowly, as requested.  Most of the other people had
returned to what they were doing, though the ones around her were looking
on appreciatively.  Particularly the young black man named Jimmy who sat
next to Mark.

   Mark made a small noise of appreciation as he looked at her back and
very tight little ass with slightly flared hips, and then she completed her
turn for him to stand there trembling again.

   "Dude, I think I'm going to have to submit a request to have her shave
herself.  Or maybe I'll be a big spender and have one of the other girls do
it while we watch.  What do you think?"

   Jimmy snorted.

   "Man, are you crazy?  She'll look like she's fourteen if she's shaved!
She barely looks older than that now, even if her profile does say that
she's twenty-two..."

   "And...your problem being?"

   "Dude...you are sick, you know that?  You are just..."

   "M-Mark?"

   Mark looked up at her from his conversation from Jimmy with a dark grin.

   "Yeah?"

   "Can...can I give you a b-blowjob now?"

   He looked up at her for a moment, and then laughed.

   "Oh yeah, sorry...go ahead."

   He turned partway back to his monitors, clicking a few things as the
numbers moved on the screen.  After a moment, he looked back at the naked
girl standing trembling next to him and raised an eyebrow at her immobile
stance.

   "Well?"

   Michelle was standing there panting slightly from her arousal, and her
mouth had started watering from the pressure to do what Mark was waiting
for.  But still...

   "I...I'm not sure what to do," she whimpered.

   Mark stared at her for a second.

   "You've never given a blowjob before?"

   Michelle shuddered, and shook her head.

   "What, *never*?!"

   "I...I always thought it was gross," she whispered, mortified at her
inexperience, even while some small part of her still shrank away from the
disgusting idea.

   To her surprise, Mark smiled broadly.

   "Your poor boyfriends.  And you somehow got engaged?  Man...well, I
guess I'll take the hit for the team and be your training cock..."

   Chuckles erupted around them again, and Michelle's flush deepened.

   "Just get on your knees and take my cock out.  I'm pretty sure the rest
of it will come to you."

   Michelle stumbled forward and fell to her knees between his legs.  She
reached up and began to fumble at his zipper desperately - the pressure had
both lessened and focused again as she got closer to her goal.  After a few
moments, she finally got the zipper down and reached a trembling hand
inside his boxers (oh god what was she...) and pulled his cock forward. 
She let out an involuntary sigh of happiness at the sight of only her third
cock she'd seen in her young life, and the first this close to her face. 
She was practically drooling now, as she leaned forward (stop!  she had to
stop!) and slid her lips over the head...

   Michelle let out a long, low moan as the warm shaft slid into her wet
mouth.  The pressure abated suddenly in her brain and was followed by
a...pleasure didn't quite describe it.  A rightness.  A realization that
Michelle just hadn't been whole until she'd had Mark's surprisingly large
cock filling her mouth, so warm and smooth...the tip was salty and slick as
her tongue slid over it and she *loved* the taste.  She was so much better
with a cock filling her mouth, sliding over her lips...

   Michelle moaned again.  She didn't really know what she was doing, so
she just did what seemed to feel right to her, using her lips and her
tongue to caress the shaft of Mark's cock as she slid her head up and down.

   After a few moments of moaning and sucking, she vaguely realized Mark
was talking above her...though he sounded a little out of breath.

   "...holy shit, man.  Sh-she's *really* good at this..."

   "Really?" Jimmy replied from off to her side, sounding skeptical, "I
thought she said she was a virgin cocksucker."

   "Sh-she's got some sort of...ohhhh...natural talent.  I'm telling you
man...jeesus...you've gotta...ohhhhhhhh..."

   Suddenly Mark's cock jerked in her mouth, and salty warm cum began to
spray forth.  Michelle squealed in surprised pleasure - a tiny little
almost-orgasm seemed to bloom in her head as she got her first mouthful of
cum.  She'd had it inside her for the first time recently (when she finally
gotten an IUD when she and Steve had gotten engaged), and had had it on her
hands...but she'd never tasted it before.

   It might well have been the most delicious thing she'd ever tasted.

   She found herself gulping it down frantically as Mark moaned and came
hard.  She almost got all of it, but choked at the end and found her self
coughing and drooling a little of it out as his quickly softening cock slid
from her lips.  She licked them, tasting his cum on them and wiping it off
of her chin...then pausing for just a moment before licking it from her
fingers.

   She knelt there, gasping for air.  She was still *very* horny, but the
pressure was gone.  And with its absence, horror began to tickle at the
fringes of her mind at what she'd just done...

   Something buzzed in her pile of clothes.  A pressure again tickled her
brain and she found herself reaching for her blackberry before she realized
what she was doing.  She pulled it out of her pocket and lifted it up.

   "24W11, BJ James Randolph.  Now."

   The pressure began to build again.  But this time she knew exactly what
to do.

   She turned, and without even looking up at him began to fumble at
Jimmy's pants, her blackberry falling to the floor and ending up resting
against her thigh.  She realized vaguely that she could feel a drip of
wetness down that thigh as well from her arousal...

   And then Jimmy's cock sprang free.  She hated thinking of the
stereotype...but his black cock was *definitely* larger than any that she'd
seen, not that she had that much experience.  She sighed, wondering vaguely
what it would feel like to have that inside her, and then leaned forward
with another moan of happiness to slip her lips over it.

   He tasted quite different, from the flavor of his dark skin to the taste
of his precum as her tongue slid over the head briefly.  But still so
delicious between her lips...

   "Sh-shit man," Jimmy moaned, leaning back, "you ain't lying.  This girl
was b-born to suck cock...ohh, damn..."

   He sighed as she slurped and sucked.  Her blackberry buzzed again...then
again against her thigh.

   She couldn't suppress a giggle of delight - she was so good at this that
she was going to get to suck two...no, *three* more cocks before she was -
four now!  - before she was done...

   "Good night!  See you tomorrow..."

   Michelle smiled cheerfully at the man who had said goodnight to her with
a broad grin as she walked to her car.  She didn't recognize him, but he
seemed to know her...she realized he must have been one of the cocks she'd
sucked up on the trading floor earlier.  A slightly mad giggle escaped her
lips as she wondered vaguely if she'd recognize him if he pulled his pants
down.  Her knees were trembling as she walked...the effect of having spent
almost her entire afternoon on her knees on the trading floor, naked, with
someone's cock between her lips.

   Sixteen.

   Sixteen cocks.

   She'd sucked sixteen cocks today.  And swallowed the cum from all of
them.

   She wanted to scream, to cry, to collapse into a little ball of sobs and
puke her guts out.

   But the worst of it all?

   She kind of wanted to suck just one more.

   Whatever had happened to her, whatever they'd done to her...those cocks
had felt so good in her mouth.  And the cum from all those men had tasted
*so* delicious.  And no matter how much she told herself that it was a lie,
that they were doing something to her mind...the desire to feel that again,
to taste that again was fading only ever so slowly.

   Michelle shivered and licked her lips involuntarily as she slid into her
car and started it up.

   She hated the part of herself that wished she hadn't been compelled to
brush her teeth at the end of the day, so she could still taste just a
little of that delicious cum in her mouth.

   None of the other cocks had been as big as Jimmy's, but they'd all been
just as amazing between her lips and on her tongue.  She'd liked the couple
of smaller ones she'd sucked, actually, as she could get the whole thing in
her mouth at once.  One of them had tasted funny, and she realized vaguely
now with horror that seemed oddly distant that she'd been tasting another
girl's pussy on some guy's cock.

   Number fourteen had been her favorite, though...in part because he'd
taken the longest to cum so she got to suck and suck and suck, but also
because he'd taken pity on her obviously painfully aroused body and lifted
his dress shoe up to press against her sopping wet cunt.  She'd ground
herself against the toe of his shoe, whimpering until she'd finally cum
(along him dumping a load of cum in her mouth) with a squeal in the best
orgasm she'd ever had.  By a lot.

   It wasn't until she was halfway between her office and her apartment
that the sobs finally came.  She pulled off the road and let the tears and
long, wracking sobs wash over her.  She desperately wanted to throw up, but
whatever was in her head wouldn't even give her that.  Her cum-filled
stomach remained perfectly calm, her belly full with the cum of sixteen
different men.

   She simply sat and cried until she was done.



   She'd mostly cleaned herself up when she walked into their apartment. 
She was filled with self-loathing and disgust at what she'd done -
apparently whatever kept her misery at bay at the office wasn't nearly so
strong away from it, though it hadn't let her go home until she didn't look
like she'd been crying...she'd had to stop and put on makeup a few blocks
from her house to relieve that increasingly familiar pressure in her mind.

   "Hey babe," Steve called from the living room, "how was your first day?"

   She was going to tell him, Michelle thought, he'd help her.  He loved
her.  Somehow she was going to tell him what they'd done to her, and what
they'd made her do, and he would sue them (being a lawyer) and rescue
her...

   She walked into their living room, smiling tiredly at him, while he
looked up from the couch where he was reading the paper, his feet up on the
coffee table.  She stared at him for a moment.

   "You OK?" he asked, looking up at her, "Was it OK?"

   "Oh, honey," she sighed, trying to sidle into it, "it was...I had to..."

   He looked at her quizzically as she stopped and swallowed.

   "You had to what?"

   "I," she could do this, she was going to get it out...she pushed back
against the pressure in her head, "I had to..."

   The arousal slammed into her like a freight train.

   Michelle let out a gasp.  Suddenly her body was on fire, her pussy
aching, her nipples throbbing.  It made what she'd felt earlier on the
trading floor pale by comparison.  She dropped her purse and coat to the
floor and stumbled forward with a low whine of desperation.  She knocked
the newspaper from the hands of her stunned fiance and threw her small leg
over his.  She settled her crotch against his and began to grind as she
leaned in and began kissing him desperately.  After a shocked pause, he put
his strong arms around her and began to kiss her back passionately,
lovingly caressing her back as she rubbed against him.

   She didn't want loving, though.

   Michelle pulled her lips from his, and the words were already spilling
from her mouth.

   "Please, fuck me," she whispered desperately, "please oh please...please
fuck me..."

   Steve stared at his pretty young fiance in astonishment, clearly
speechless.  She almost cried at his stunned inaction.

   "Please," she whimpered, louder, feeling his cock hardening against her
damp crotch, but with far, far too much fabric between them, "please,
Steve...please fuck me...any way you want...just please...I need you inside
me..."

   "H-holy shit, Michelle," he gasped as she pressed her small body against
his, "what's gotten into you..."

   "Oh god, Steve, I'm just...I've been thinking about you all day," she
sobbed, distantly horrified at her desperate lie, "and I just need you to
fuck me.  Please, honey...anything you want...just please please fuck
me..." He laughed, nervously.

   "Really," he murmured into her neck, nuzzling her again and taking her
moan of disappointment that he was still cuddling instead of fucking for a
moan of enjoyment, "any way, huh?  So I could have you from behind if I
wanted?"

   "...yes..." she whispered, desperately.

   Steve's head jerked up in shock and he stared at her in disbelief.

   "What?"

   Michelle had always hated that position.  Hated the implied dominance of
it...and particularly hated the name.  That name Steve in particular loved
to call it, and that she'd never said out loud...

   "Yes, oh god, yes," she choked out a sob, "you can...can have me doggy
style if you want me that way, just fuck me please..."

   Steve just kept staring at her, stunned.

   "Michelle," he finally said, voice thick with obvious arousal in spite
of his immobility, "what...what's wrong with you?  You...you don't really
mean..."

   Michelle let out a keening whine, and jumped off of his lap.  She
fumbled frantically with her jeans, noticing vaguely the wet stain in the
crotch, then shoved them down around her ankles along with her panties. 
She turned and half dropped, half fell to all fours, and then lowered
herself to the carpet, thrusting her ass and very wet pussy up to display
herself to her fiance.

   "Please!" she sobbed, "Please Steve...you can have me doggy style every
night if you want to!  I'll be your pretty little bitch whenever you want!
Just please...please...fuck me..."

   Finally, animal arousal rumbled over reason in Steve's brain, and with a
low, feral growl, he jumped up from the couch, pushing his own jeans down
to let his cock (smaller than several of the ones she'd sucked, she noted
with a vague horror at her own observation) spring free.  Michelle choked
out a sob of joy as he fell to his knees behind her, his cock positioned at
the entrance to her...

   Michelle was screaming.  The orgasm that exploded through her as soon as
he plunged inside her was like nothing she'd ever felt.  Steve was yelling
loudly as he pounded into her from behind, her tiny body grinding into the
floor with each thrust as wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure ripped
through her.  Her hard, sensitive nipples rubbed against her shirt and the
carpet as he fucked her hard, and then suddenly she was cumming again...

   Steve let out a loud grunt and she felt warmth filling her as her second
orgasm wound down...but oh god, she wasn't done!  She wasn't even close to
sated!  She let out a small sob - it was like the two orgasms had just made
her even more horny.  She had to...

   Steve groaned as she slid forward off of his cock.

   "Oh my god, honey, that was...what the fuck are you ohhhh...godddd..."

   Michelle turned around, kicking off her jeans and feeling his cum oozing
out of her...and slipped her mouth around his softening cock.  She shivered
at the taste of his cum...and her own pussy.  The salty, musky flavor of
herself was overpowering on his cock, and some part of her brain was
revolted...but she began to slurp and suck at him, and almost cried for joy
when she felt his cock begin to harden again under the very first
ministrations he'd ever had from her tongue...

   Michelle trembled as she lay in the bed, her snoring fiance's arm draped
over her body.  She wanted to cry again, but still couldn't - apparently
that was something she could only do while she was alone now, or at least
if it was related to whatever was in her head.

   She pulled away from Steve slightly in the bed.  She knew her feeling
were irrational, but that didn't change the incredible hurt she felt, and
the sliver of hatred, that he had accepted the "new" Michelle with so
little questioning.  Sure, he'd asked what had gotten into her, but he
certainly didn't press her clearly bogus claim of just having missed him
all day.  He should have pushed, should have figured out the horrible thing
that had been done to her...what she'd been turned into...

   It shouldn't have mattered that she'd fucked him nearly senseless.  It
shouldn't have mattered that in addition to her newfound love of being
fucked doggy style, she'd sucked his cock twice - something she'd never
done before - once to taste his cum in her mouth along with her own pussy
(her heart thumped as she thought back on how disappointed she'd been that
his cum didn't taste as delicious as the cum from the guys in the office,
even if she knew that love of their cum was forced), and once to get him
hard so she could ride him to get herself off...

   She'd cum at least seven or eight times herself, of course.  Before
today, she'd have been lucky to get two out of a session, and that had been
more than enough for her.  But she'd kept bouncing up and down on Steve's
cock, screaming in pleasure, begging him to play with her nipples, until
he'd finally cum for a third time inside her, and had to beg her to stop.

   So he'd finally asked, exhausted, what had gotten into her.  And she'd
lied weakly, falling back on her simply missing him during the day.  And
they'd gone to bed.  And she'd lay there, waiting for him to press, begging
him in her mind to please, figure out that this wasn't her...that no matter
how much he might have enjoyed the new slut-Michelle, this wasn't the girl
he'd asked to marry him.  But instead, he'd shortly started snoring
lightly.

   Michelle squeezed her eyes shut, trying desperately to find tears that
wouldn't come.

   But sleep eventually did.

   Michelle sat at the end of the conference table, staring blankly down at
her coffee.  This was her first staff meeting, and her first time meeting
several of her co-workers who had been on a recruiting trip the previous
day.  But she couldn't bring herself to look any of them in the
eye...especially since they must all know what she'd become, what she'd
done yesterday.

   Steve had been gone by the time she woke up.  Which was normally true,
but somehow this morning she'd thought he'd have waited to talk to her, or
at least left her a note.  But in his mind, it was obvious that nothing was
wrong, or at least nothing was *bad* about whatever was different about his
newly nympho girlfriend.  She'd felt vaguely sick all morning at the
thought that Steve might actually like the new Michelle, or at least the
parts he knew about.

   To try to pull her thoughts away from that, she finally lifted her head
and looked around the room at the other members of the group, presumably
all in the same boat as her.

   Surjeet she already knew - the tall, slender Indian girl was gorgeous,
with delicate features, wide hips, and apple-sized breasts.  She also knew
Amy - the leggy blonde former cheerleader who had inadvertently given
Michelle the abrupt introduction to her new life.

   She'd also met Linda and Connie before starting they had interviewed her
and gotten her signed on - she realized now with a vague sense of nausea
that they must have known what they were interviewing her for.  Though they
presumably were in the same position as her.  Linda was a petite little
asian woman, even shorter than Michelle, with sharply pretty features that
tended to bear a haughty expression.

   Connie, on the other hand was bubbly and cute to the extreme - slightly
taller than Michelle, with short curly blonde hair, and a soft, curvaceous
body beneath a pixie-ish rosy-cheeked face.  Connie's most striking
features were her thick southern accent, and her impressive chest - jiggly
DDs.  Michelle wondered if the v-necked shirt the girl wore that left so
little of her huge soft breasts to the imagination was actually her idea.
She was clearly a girl who was defined by her cleavage, whether she liked
it or not.

   Michelle didn't know any of the others on staff yet - two guys and four
other girls - but in her current state, she couldn't bring herself to speak
up and start asking about them.  Fortunately at that moment, the head of HR
walked in.  Michelle's head swiveled up to look at her new boss along with
the rest of them.

   "Good morning everyone," Katie said.  Only now, after the trauma of her
first day revealed what her new job would be, could Michelle see the dark
edge to Katie's smile.  A small sliver of anger towards the older woman
managed to creep into her head as she slid into the chair at the head of
the table.  The younger woman who followed her in had her arms wrapped
around a huge bundle of papers and folders which she gingerly set on the
table next to Katie before settling into a kneeling position next to the
woman.

   Katie looked up at the team, surveying her domain.  She was probably
eight or nine years older than Michelle - right around thirty.  She was
attractive, but not nearly as much so as most of the rest of the girls
around the table - she was slightly plain, with a soft, slightly pudgy
body. But the steely look in her eyes was anything but soft, and said quite
clearly who was in charge.

   Her gaze fell on Michelle.

   "OK, everyone - we have a new starter, who I'm sure you've all heard
about by now.  Why don't we go around and introduce ourselves?  You know
me, so why don't we start with you, Liz?"

   "Um, OK," the girl to Katie's right said, quietly, "I'm Liz..."

   Liz was a cute, medium-height obviously Jewish girl, with black hair as
curly as Connie's blond hair.  Like Connie, her most obvious features were
her breasts...unlike Connie, hers looked almost absurd on her body.  She
was a fairly slender girl, but her breasts were *huge* - they had to be at
least F's, and her tight sheer sweater strained to contain them.  Her
nipples were clearly outlined beneath the fabric - obviously quite large as
well.

   "Mark," said the next member of the table.  He was as good-looking as
most the women were, large and in perfect shape with a chiseled jaw and
slicked back hair.  Michelle felt a small tingle in her body looking at
him...and suddenly realized that their department wasn't set up only to
service the male members of the staff.  Or maybe it was?  Hard to tell from
a glance if Mark was gay.

   "We're Julie and Lauren," the twin girls said in unison, smiling with
that same just-a-little-off smile that all of them sported.  They were both
very slim and tall - slightly shorter than Amy, but taller than the rest of
the girls.  Their willowy frames and ethereal beauty gave them an almost
elfin look, an effect which their strawberry blonde hair complemented.

   "Uh...which is which?" asked Michelle, tentatively.

   She caught the briefest flicker of horror crossing their faces
simultaneously, and was shocked to see it - the first obvious sign of
negative emotion Michelle had seen from any of them while in the office.

   "Uh," began the one on the left, her eyes flicking towards her sister.

   "We...don't really..." said the one on the right with a quaver in her
voice.

   "...remember." finished the one on the left with a similar quaver.

   "OK, next?" Katie said, raising an eyebrow.

   Amy and then Surjeet introduced themselves even though they'd already
met her, but Michelle found herself fixated on the twins for a moment. 
Something about the way they'd said that and the surprisingly visible sign
of distress gave Michelle a chill along her spine.  What could they
possibly mean by 'we don't really remember'?

   "I'm Evan," the other guy said with a smile at Michelle.  He wasn't
nearly as gorgeous as Mark - not unattractive, just more...normal.  Given
the beauty of most of the others here, she was curious how he fit in.

   "I'm, um...Barbie?" she said it as though she wasn't quite sure.  Barbie
was probably the most incongruous of the women in the room.  Not that she
wasn't attractive, because she certainly was that.  But whereas most of the
other girls had a very natural beauty to them, Barbie was...fake.  Her hair
was obviously dyed blonde, and her large breasts were clearly enhanced. 
She had long painted nails that added to the effect, and her airy voice and
look of general confusion cemented it - she seemed every inch the blonde
bimbo.

   "Lindsey," the young blonde girl next to Michelle introduced herself. 
Her voice had a slight southern twang to it, and she had an athletic,
almost boyish body in contrast to her quite pretty face - a very flat chest
beneath her t-shirt, with tanned, very toned arms and legs.  Her lips
carried a smile, but her eyes were slightly haunted.  With one exception,
she was clearly the youngest by a couple of years.

   Connie gave her own brief non-introduction next with a giggle, followed
by Linda.  Finally the girl next to Katie spoke up.

   "I'm Tammy," she said in a quiet voice.  Tammy looked like she barely
was out of high school - clearly the youngest girl in the room, even beyond
Lindsey.  She was also more than just pretty...something about her just
oozed sex.  It was strange, as she was dressed in a modest t-shirt and
jeans, but her voice, her face...even Michelle, as straight as straight
could be, could tell that the girl was incredibly desirable.  Small, high
breasts, perfect slightly flared hips, catlike eyes beneath dark brown
hair...

   Michelle pulled here eyes away with a sudden blush, realizing that she
was staring at Tammy.

   "OK then," Katie said with a thin smile, "now that everyone knows
everyone, let's get to our few items of business."

   Katie proceeded to go through the agenda she'd had Tammy hand around. 
Michelle was shocked to find that the meeting was amazingly boring and
straightforward - Katie went over their (modest) recruitment targets for
the next couple of months, she went over some new policies being
considered, she mentioned the upcoming holiday party (Michelle was looking
down at the notes on the new policies, so missed a number of the girls
stiffening at that).

   "...And just a reminder that the new interns will start tomorrow.  As
always, remember that they are being evaluated for both our company and
other firms in spite of their...special situation relative to the rest of
the team.

   "In the 'Other Business' category...nothing particularly special this
week.  Liz - you've upped your dosages over the last couple of weeks?"

   "...yes," the dark-haired girl said in a small voice in response to the
mysterious question, her face turning scarlet as she stared down at the
table.  Michelle was so busy trying to decipher what that might mean - and
what would make the huge-breasted little woman manage to look so mortified
in spite of their programming - that she almost missed what Katie said
next.

   "Good.  George is back from London, and has some time blocked off for
you this afternoon.  I thought maybe Linda could bring Michelle and teach
her the ropes on helping you out.  Which reminds me - Michelle, it's been
requested that you be shaved in the lunchroom today.  Who do you want to do
that?  They said you could choose."

   Michelle just stared at Katie for a moment.  She'd said it so
matter-of-factly that Michelle at first couldn't believe her ears.

   "E-Excuse me?" she stammered out.

   "You need to pick someone to shave your pussy," Katie said, in a voice
that one might use on a slow child, "Who do you want to have do that?"

   Michelle stared at her for a moment.  Then blurted out:

   "No one!"

   There were several sharp intakes of breath around the table.  Katie
raised an eyebrow.

   "I'm sorry?"

   Michelle, surprised at her ability to say no all of a sudden, felt a
rush of anger inside her, even if it didn't really register on her face.

   "No one!  I don't want to be shaved!"

   There was silence in the room for a moment.  Michelle glanced at Surjeet
briefly, to find the girl looking at her with something in her eyes that
seemed to communicate dismay and pity, in spite of her passive expression.

   "I see," said Katie, in an icy tone that suddenly had Michelle wondering
whether her outburst had been such a good idea after all, "well, that wraps
up the meeting.  Michelle, why don't you join me in my office for a few
moments.  We'll see if we can sort this out."

   Michelle stood along with the rest of them - the few of the others that
would look at her had that same pitying look to their eyes that Surjeet
had. Michelle began to get a knot in her stomach.  What would Katie really
do to her for resisting this?  What *could* she possibly do that would be
worse than what had already happened to Michelle?  She'd been made to suck
off sixteen guys yesterday!  Just the thought made her want to cry...but of
course she couldn't.

   As she exited the room, Surjeet was standing there, looking happily
pensive.

   "Michelle," she hissed, "listen - please don't..."

   "Michelle," Katie said in a steel voice, standing outside her door,
"Now."

   Surjeet stepped back and gave Michelle a small, nervous smile.

   Michelle turned and stepped into Katie's office.

   "Close the door."

   Michelle did as she was told, and then turned to face the older woman,
trying to muster as much of a look of defiance as whatever had been done to
her would allow.  As far as she could tell, the closest she could come was
a thin-lipped stare.

   Katie stared back at her, a cold expression on her face.  Michelle's
resolve shivered a little as Katie looked her up and down and a small, very
unpleasant smirk teased the edge of her lips.  Finally, the older woman
leaned back.

   "You're new, and I realize that since I was out yesterday, you probably
didn't get a very good introduction to the rules around here.  I also heard
you had quite a first day in general, didn't you?"

   Michelle just stared at her, refusing to answer.  Katie obviously knew
what had happened yesterday - the woman had to be involved in what had been
done to Michelle.  She certainly wasn't going to give her the satisfaction
of talking about what she'd done as though it somehow didn't bother
Michelle at all to be a cock-sucking slut.

   Katie sighed and turned to her keyboard.  She began to click and type as
she spoke.

   "I really hope you aren't going to be a problem, Michelle.  It would be
a shame to have to let you go so quickly, and really quite bad for you in
the long run.  So I think we need to establish some things about our
relationship here.  But first, we also need to be able to talk honestly
with each other."

   Katie hit a key...and suddenly a wave of emotion slammed into Michelle.
Everything that the...whatever, had been suppressing came flowing forward
as though the damn had burst.  Michelle let out a low wail as she began to
cry, and then to bawl.  It was some time before she was able to gain
control of herself enough to speak, through choking hiccups.

   "Oh my god!  You...you made me suck all those guys cocks!  You
f-f-fucking b-bitch!  I h-hate this place!  I'm going to find s-someone and
tell them and have you all thrown in j-j-jail..."

   Michelle's sobs overwhelmed her, and she stood their shaking and hugging
herself.

   "That's right," said Katie, obviously unfazed, "let it out.  Now..."

   She hit another button...and the emotions receded.  They were still
there, and more than in Michelle's new "normal" state, but Michelle found
her sobs dying off, even though she continued to sniffle and look
miserable.

   "...I understand, the first day is hard for everyone around here.  But
that doesn't make you special.  Everyone here has to do their job, and do
it well.  And from what I heard yesterday, you were *very* good at your
first day's work.  I think if you give it time, you'll find that you might
like it.  And believe me, it could be *much* worse."

   Michelle simply stared at Katie.  How could the woman be saying these
things as though she believed them...believed that Michelle could ever like
being the slut they'd turned her into, her mouth a receptacle for the cum
of any guy in the firm who wanted to use her?

   "More importantly," Katie said with a dark grin, "You need to realize
that I am the boss, and what I say goes.  I said it could be worse for you
- let me give you a little example of what I'm talking about."

   Michelle's stomach knotted with sudden fright as Katie's fingers went
back to her keyboard, again hitting the enter key with a stroke of finality
that made Michelle jump.  To her surprise, however, nothing seemed to
happen.  Katie looked at her and smiled with false sweetness as she picked
up the phone and dialed a number, then leaned back in her chair.  Michelle
stood there nervously, heart pounding.

   "Hello, Mrs.  Vandenburg?" Katie said as the other end of the line
picked up.

   Michelle's eyes widened in confused horror.  Her mother?!  Why would
Katie have called her mother?  What was the woman doing?  She wouldn't do
something as horrible as tell her family what she'd done, would she...?

   "This is Katie Simon, Michelle's new manager.  No, Michelle is
fine...she had an excellent first day on the job.  In fact, she's about to
do some work for me that should be extremely helpful..."

   Before Michelle had time to wonder further what Katie meant by that, the
older woman shifted in her chair.  She lifted one leg languidly and placed
her foot on the edge of her desk.  Katie's short black skirt rode up to her
hips as she did so, and Michelle glanced down to see the woman's spread
thighs, and the brown curls nestled between them, since she wasn't wearing
any panties...

   The craving slammed into Michelle like a freight train.  She only barely
managed to resist letting out a loud moan of need, remembering that her
mother was on the phone just a few feet away.  She couldn't remember
falling to her knees, lowering her face towards Katie's exposed cunt.  The
soft, musky scent of the first pussy other than her own that she'd ever
smelled...her body burned with abject lust even as her mind shrieked in
horror at what she was about to do.

   Michelle managed to pause for almost three seconds, her face poised just
inches from Katie's pussy.  Then the woman shifted her legs slightly apart,
causing her pink, glistening lips to spread slightly...

   The taste was simultaneously the most wonderful and the most disgusting
thing Michelle had ever tasted.  Her body was screaming that the salty
taste of Katie's cunt as her tongue desperately slipped between the other
woman's pussy lips was the only thing it ever needed to taste again, while
her mind was sobbing in horror and revulsion that she was slurping
desperately at another woman's increasingly wet cunt...

   Meanwhile, Katie was still speaking to her mother.

   "...we like to have a little s-ah-surprise for our n-new hires...could
you s-send some pictu-ahh-res of L-Michelle as a gah-girl?  Mmmm.  Mmmm! 
That's w-wonderful!  I'll eee-mail you my ahhh-address...ohhhh, s-sorry
Mrs. V-Vandenb-burg, but s-someone is about to c-come in my office...I'll
mmmmm...speak to you s-sooooon!"

   Katie managed to slam the phone down in the receiver just before her
moans overwhelmed her speech.  Michelle felt one of the woman's hands grab
the back of her head as the other woman squirmed against her tongue, her
body shaking as she grew closer and closer...

   As Katie began to cum, Michelle was momentarily shocked by the strange
noises the other woman made in the throes of her pleasure:

   "<snort> <snort> <snuffle> squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!  squeeeeeeeeeee! 
squeee squeee squeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"

   The woman sounded like nothing so much as a squealing pig as she
squealed in an explosive orgasm.  Some vaguely aware part of Michelle
realized with horror that it was a sound no woman would ever make of her
own volition, no matter how uncontrolled her orgasms were.

   Unfortunately Katie's squealing orgasm had no effect whatsoever on
Michelle's desperate craving for the other woman's cunt, and Michelle
continued her desperate slurping.  After a few moments, Katie erupted into
another orgasm, then another, each with that pig-like snorting, snuffling,
and squealing as she came.

   Finally, after several orgasms, Katie forced Michelle's head away from
her crotch.  Michelle fought her with a small sob, trying to slip her
tongue back between the woman's delicious lower lips, to suckle her clit
again...she heard the tapping of keys above her as she struggled...

   And then, as suddenly as it had overtaken her, the craving for Katie's
cunt vanished.  Michelle fell away with a rush of nausea, her mouth filled
with the flavor of the woman's pussy.  She reeked of it - she could feel
Katie's juices cooling on her mouth and chin, and the woman's thighs and
pussy were shiny and wet.  Deep inside, she wanted to scream, to sob, to
run and hide her shame...

   But her face remained placid once again.

   Michelle looked up at Katie, too tired to even get up yet, and found the
woman sitting with her eyes closed, and - surprisingly - her face burning
red.  Michelle wondered exactly what had happened to make the woman squeal
like a pig when she came, and whether she was like that outside of the
office as well...

   Katie suddenly cleared her throat, and lowered her legs shakily to the
ground again.  She opened her eyes and looked down at the kneeling,
humiliated Michelle.  Katie's flush faded rapidly, and she smiled darkly
down at the younger woman.

   "That was just lovely, Michelle."

   Michelle dropped her head in disgust and shame.  She might not have had
any control of herself, but she still couldn't believe what she had just
done.  She had just licked another girl's pussy...she shivered slightly at
the memory of how badly she'd wanted it, even if she no longer felt that
overwhelming need.  Her mouth was filled with the flavor of Katie's cunt.
Possibly the worst part of it all was in spite of the disgust she felt at
herself for what she'd done...she found that she didn't entirely dislike
the taste.  What horrific things had they done to her to make her like the
taste of pussy?

   "So, now you see - you really can be made to crave anything.  But if you
are a good member of the department and do your job as you are asked,
you'll mostly be left under your own control.  And isn't that much better?
To choose to do the things asked of you, rather than made to do them?"

   Michelle summoned what little resistance and anger she could from beyond
her humiliation.  She lifted her head to look up at Katie with an
expression just this side of defiance.

   Katie shook her head with a sad little smile.

   "You just don't get it, do you?  OK, one more little demonstration, I
suppose.  Michelle, wet yourself."

   Michelle opened her mouth to in shock at the disgusting suggestion...

   Her eyes widened in sudden horror as a small, croaking whimper came from
her throat.

   The warm wetness spread from between her legs, soaking her jeans.  She
could feel herself peeing, but no matter how she tried, she couldn't stop.
The scent wafted up from between her own legs as she began to drip onto the
plastic mat of the floor.

   She looked up at Katie, face screwing up as her need to cry out almost
overwhelmed whatever was keeping her calm.  The older woman smirked at her.

   "Please...stop," she croaked out.

   "You're going to do as you're told?"

   "Yes...please," even with her inability to cry, the begging came out as
a sob, "please let me stop..."

   "Stop what, Michelle?"

   "Please...please let me stop peeing myself..."

   Katie chuckled cruelly.

   "OK...you can stop."

   Michelle shivered as she slowly managed to stop herself, but she felt
almost nauseous from humiliation.  Her jeans were soaked, the warmth slowly
fading.  It was still trickling down the inside of her thighs, and she
shook with disgust at the feeling of her piss-soaked jeans.

   "Now...take off your jeans and panties and wipe that all up."

   Trembling with fear now, she did as she was told, quickly pushing her
wet jeans and panties down over her slim hips.  She began to sop up what
had dripped from her quickly, watching as her new pair of jeans grew dark
with the wetness.

   "I really hope you're starting to get the idea here, and are going to be
more reasonable about things.  Just remember - I could have made you clean
that up with your tongue.  Next time, I just might.  Hopefully there won't
be a next time, though.  Right?"

   Something cracked in Michelle's head, as her stomach flip-flopped and
the fear overwhelmed her.  Katie was entirely serious.  And could
absolutely do what she said.  Michelle looked up at her with wide,
terrified eyes behind her otherwise placid expression.

   "N-no, ma'am," Michelle said in a small voice.

   "Good," Katie said with a small, thin-lipped smile, "now then - why
don't you take your stuff with you and go take a shower before your
appointment in the lunch room."

   Legs shaking horribly, Michelle quickly clambered to her feet as
instructed, gathering up her smelly, wet jeans.  The air felt cool against
her naked legs and pussy.  She quickly backed away from her boss towards
the door, wearing nothing but her shoes and shirt.

   "Now then...back to the question that started all of this before you go.
Who do you want to shave you?"

   Michelle swallowed, remembering that there was plenty more humiliation
yet to come.  "Uh...S-Surjeet?" Michelle said.  At least the indian girl
had been nice to her...maybe she wouldn't feel quite as humiliated if she
did it.

   Katie let out a small laugh that Michelle didn't understand, and then
nodded.

   "Surjeet it is.  ...interesting choice.  Well, don't let me keep you. 
Go get cleaned up."

   Michelle quickly turned towards the door...

   "Oh, actually, one more thing."

   Michelle stopped and looked back.

   "You should know...the conditioning is amazing at a lot of things, but
while it can make you do and even get off on almost anything...it actually
doesn't make you *like* any of it.  So if you happen to enjoy any of the
things you've done or end up doing in your exciting new role...you should
know that comes entirely from you.  On the plus side, the girls tend to be
best at the things they like, so at least you'll probably be requested to
do the things you enjoy most often.

   "I'm just saying, because...well, you sure looked like you were enjoying
all those cocks you sucked yesterday a surprising amount for your first
time."

   Michelle just stared at her.  Katie smiled that nasty smile again.

   "I'm sure you won't believe me, but I'm telling you the truth.  I mostly
mention it so that you...well, let's just say it's something for you to
keep in mind."

   Katie waved her hand dismissively, and Michelle turned and half
stumbled, half ran from the room.
   To be continued...