Brooke Is Destined To Worship Cock
Summary: Brooke has moved to the city, been dumped by the boyfriend that brought her there, and is wandering through life aimlessly, until she comes to a message on the sidewalk seemingly written to her. Will she regret following the instructions? She is on the path to finding her destiny, but what does destiny have in store for her?
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It was a grey day, not just the clouds, not just the buildings, but everything from the inside of her eyes to the furthest point in the endless sky. Brooke wished she could pull herself free of the concrete and soar above the steel and glass buildings which seemed to lean in and threaten to close together over her. She'd never really liked the city, but her third boyfriend had convinced her to move there, then, only a month later, had kicked her out when he found a girl willing to let him do things she'd never let him do.
She stopped, cocked her head to the right, and stared at the patch of pavement in front of her. She'd been walking with her eyes down, lost in thought, but the neon pink letters had pulled her attention back to the real world.
"Brooke, come up to the third floor of the building to your right," it said.
"That's odd. I walk down this street every day. Is this for me or for someone with the same name?" she wondered.
She stared at the hot pink letters for a while longer. The "hand writing" didn't look familiar, but it was painted on, so that could be it. It was probably just some local nut-job writing nonsense.
"Like I'm going to go up to the third floor of some random building, because the sidewalk told me to! No chance!" she said to herself and then continued walking.
The street seemed to buzz with whispers as she picked up her pace to get home. She had a TV dinner and a new movie to watch waiting for her. She didn't have time for hot pink messages and third floor surprises. She pulled the key for the outer door to her building from the mass of keys on her belt and stopped just before pushing it into the lock.
"Do something different today," the flyer hanging on the door said in bright, bold, neon-green letters.
"Do something different? It's not like there could be too much trouble to get into in an office building. At worst, I'll get thrown out. Or, more likely, there's nothing to see there... but maybe I should check it out. I mean, there's no harm in checking it out and it could be fun," she thought to herself.
She clipped her keys back onto the metal ring on her purse, spun away from the door, and half-jogged back down the sidewalk to the message. She looked the wrong way at first, but put herself back in front of the pink letters so they were right side up, and looked at the building to the right.
It wasn't much. An apparently empty, three story, office building made of red bricks. Just a few feet down the sidewalk she spotted an open door and slipped inside.
A small elevator in the far wall was brightly lit in an otherwise dark lobby. She walked over to it, her legs quivering with a combination of excitement and fear, and before she could press the button, the doors slid open silently, as if they had been waiting for her. She stepped inside and pressed the button for the third floor.
As the elevator glided up the few flights, she wondered if she'd made the right decision. Her mind played over fears and fantasies of being sold into sexual servitude, of being molested for hours or days, of finding long lost riches.
The elevator stopped and the doors slid open to reveal another set of pink letters written on the floor in front of her.
"Welcome, Brooke, we've been waiting," they said.
"Well, isn't that a warm welcome," she said as she stepped out of the elevator and looked around. The doors closed behind her before she could turn to leave and she noticed the button to call it back had been removed.
"Hello?" she called out into the darkness surrounding her.
A series of lights turned on leading down a long hallway to her right. She wondered who was controlling the building and why they were interested in her.
"I guess there's only one way to find out," she said with a shrug and began walking down the lit hallway.
The building was remarkably quiet for being right next to a busy city street. She wondered if it had been sound proofed or just happened to have really thick walls.
"Great, Brooke, you've let yourself be lead into a sound proof building with some psycho who wants to do who knows what to you!" she said as she continued down the barely lit hall.
The floor creaked and groaned every few steps and the hair on the back of her neck seemed to shift with every breath. Brooke reached into her purse and pulled out a small bottle of pepper-spray she kept to defend against muggers. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped it and walked further down the long hall.
At the end of the hall she saw a brightly lit red door with a white handle in the very center. It was newer than everything else she'd seen in the old office building and unlike any door she'd seen anywhere else.
"Talk about your bright ideas, Brooky! When will you learn not to go chasing white rabbits?" she asked herself.
She stood still just a few feet from the odd red door and wondered why anyone would put a doorknob in the middle of a door. It seemed like it would ruin the leverage.
"You a carpenter who wants to show me his new design for the common, everyday, door?" she called out while looking around to see if she could spot any cameras.
She noticed a small yellow note stuck to the wall to her left and leaned in close to read the neat, tiny, handwriting.
"Brooke, this is your door. Open it and find the destiny you were born to meet," she read aloud.
"Fine! Let's see this awesome 'destiny' of mine!" she said.
She grabbed hold of the white doorknob, twisted it, and yanked the door open. She was right, the balance and leverage was all off with the knob in the middle. Her knuckles slammed against the wall and a little skin scrapped off.
"Fuck! That hurt! This better be worth it," she said as she stepped forward into the room beyond the door.
In the middle of the room was a small, brown, wooden chair lit by a single light-bulb above it, that looked as if it was the most uncomfortable chair in the world. On the wall opposite of the door she came in through was another door. It was a simple, beige, normal, everyday looking door like you'd see in any office.
On the floor in front of the chair she saw the bright pink of the letters she'd seen written elsewhere and stepped forward to get a closer look, letting the door with the central knob close behind her. When she looked back, she noticed that there was no knob on this side of the door.
"Great!" she said and then sighed.
She stepped closer to the chair and the letters on the floor, just close enough to read.
"Brooke, sit in the chair and your destiny will be revealed. Leave through the door and you forsake your destiny. The choice is yours alone."
"My destiny is going to be found by sitting in some shit chair in an empty office building?" she said and shook her head.
She looked back and forth between the exit door and the chair for a few moments. Her eyebrows danced in frustration as she thought over the situation.
"What have I got to lose anyway?" she thought.
She plopped down into the ugly wooden chair and waited for her destiny to arrive. A moment later something shot up from underneath one of the arms and stabbed into her upper arm. She looked down and saw a large vial of green liquid empty into her arm faster than she could think. She pulled it out, but felt a heat moving from her arm into the rest of her body as whatever had just been injected spread further through her veins with every heartbeat.
"Awe fuck! What have I let myself be drugged... dragged... sucked into?" she said as her speech slowly turned to muttering and then guttural noises.
She felt her legs spread as she slumped down into the chair. Her nipples became hard and the cloth of her shirt seemed to bite into them with every breath. She tore at her shirt, bursting buttons, and threw it as far as she could. Her bra followed quickly. Between her legs she felt a growing heat and a deep itch, begging for something hard and hot. She rolled up her skirt, pushed aside her pink panties, and plunged four of her fingers deep into her sweating pussy.
"Oh fucking hell! I'm so horny I can't think! What was in that shot?" she wondered, though when she tried to speak all she could manage was groans and guttural gasps as her fingers worked her aching cunt.
Her eyes fluttered open when she heard soft footsteps walking towards her ans she saw the large shadow of a man in a top hat standing in front of her. He collected the clothes she'd thrown around the room and tossed them into a small chute on the floor next to the door that would have taken her back to her normal life.
"You'll notice that you're becoming more sensitive across your body as a whole, but especially in your erogenous zones. Your breasts, nipples, vagina, clitoris, and even anus should be starting to feel as if they need constant attention, but also as if that attention is overwhelming."
Brooke tried to answer, but settled for nodding her head as she worked the four fingers in and around her dripping cunt and reached behind to plunge a couple fingers from her other hand up her now tingling asshole. She wished she had a third hand to rub her tits and twist her nipples, but she had to settle for quickly moving from her pussy to her tits and back again with one slick hand dragged across her tight belly.
"You're probably wondering what's happening to you. You see, you're not actually who you think you are. You are not Brooke Ferndale. You are a product of the company I work for, DynGlobe. Your boyfriend was also an escaped, excuse me, misplaced product. He was recovered last week. The chemicals injected into your arm are reactivating various machines, processes, and conditioned responses. Essentially, you're being reset to factory defaults," the man said.
Brooke felt her sense of self slipping away. Her own name, she tried to hold on to her name. It was Brook Fernda... Fern... Firm cocks are nice. Nice hard, firm cocks using her. Cocks pounding into her holes without any regard for her. What had she been trying to remember, she wondered.
"Ah, it looks like the factory reset is almost complete," the man standing in front of her said.
She wondered for a moment what he meant, but then stared at the crotch of his pants and reached forward, grabbing hold of the zipper and pulling it down. She pulled his thick cock from his pants and sucked it between her thick lips. She sucked feverishly for a moment and then pried her lips from his hard rod and looked up into his kind blue eyes.
"God! Cock is the best thing! Cock is God! Let me worship your cock with everything that I am!" she said
"It looks like the factory reset is a complete success. Bend over the chair and I'll let you worship this cock with your tight little ass," he said.
She scrambled to climb up and over the chair, arched her back painfully, and waited for him to penetrate her willing back door. He thrust into her soaking cunt a few times, for lubrication, and then buried the entirety of his thick rod in her aching ass. She cried out in a mixture of pain, pleasure, and recognition of everything that had been missing from her life.
She wondered for a moment what she meant by thinking something had been 'missing from her life.' After all, wasn't she impaled on a cock for every moment of her life until now and wouldn't she be for every moment for the rest of her life?
"It must be so. Cock is God and I must worship! I must give all of my body to any and every cock! I exist to serve the cocks of men," she thought and smiled as she felt the man thrust into her and shoot his load deep in her tight ass.
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