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The Fetish Institute

Secretary Slut

For Faceless_Lord

By Draconicon

Delphine still remembered being Dexter, in an odd sort of way. She remembered having less focus in life, and less distractions at the same time. Almost like there had been a time when she wasn't constantly thinking of the throbbing, foot-long piece of meat between her legs, and the way that begged to be touched or sheathed in something. Just like her ass begged to be stuffed full and -

She stopped herself, shaking her head. No, she was at work. That had to wait for later, when she was off-duty, and able to pleasure her master. Then, he would give her the cock she needed.

Until then, the otter would keep up her work. She stepped back from her master's desk, double-checking that all of his tools were arranged properly. The order forms for other slaves were properly spaced out, pens for clients of suitable silver - gold was reserved for the master - were placed in nice little holders, and the chairs were set so that the customers were deliberately lower than what the master would be.

All of it was arranged so that her master would loom over those that came for his help. She smiled to herself, about to turn before noticing the computer beeping. The otter cocked her head to the side, stepping over to it and tapping the screen.

A message popped up, addressed to her. She immediately realized that it was her master, and chuckled.

"Oh, you..."

Make sure that you have everything ready. Then head down to the storage room one floor down. I have a training dildo there for tonight.

She typed a return response, nodding to herself before stepping away from the console. It blipped to black without someone sitting in front of it, and she made her way out of the office.

The hallways of the Fetish Institute were packed with people, most all of them employees. She could tell by the slight flicker in the back of her head when she saw them, the database that the Institute had put into her as one of their 'products' registering all employees in the blink of an eye. She wouldn't know their names unless they called attention to themselves, but it was a way for her to know who she had to obey, and who she could choose to obey.

Delphine walked through them, blushing slightly as her cock kept threatening to thrust out from under her short skirt and her breasts occasionally tried to escape her top. Both were designed to make that sort of 'malfunction' easily possible, and she had to walk carefully, her feet bare, her toes exposed to constant threat from the boots and other footwear the other employees wore. She wobbled along through the hallways, her bigger hips and larger ass making it nearly impossible to walk in a straight line.

And the employees knew it, teasing her as she went along, some of them even reaching out and fondling her bare ass under her skirt, rubbing it and sliding a finger under her tail. None of them penetrated her, as she technically belonged to someone higher up than the normal employees of the silvered halls, but they were allowed to grope her.

After all, a 'slutty secretary' was basically a public toy, in a place like this.

As she reached the elevator, she saw her master - an alligator that went by the name of Franklin Jones - stepping out of one of the others. She waved, and he smiled back at her. A couple of clients stepped out with him, so he couldn't wave back, but she knew that he was looking forward to their after-hours fun together.

Delphine hopped into the elevator, smiling slightly as one of the employees behind her started feeling up her ass. She looked over her shoulder at the fox, chuckling.

"Shouldn't this be happening to you, instead of me?"

"Maybe if I were a subject rather than an employee, it would."

"I suppose so. Do you have to fondle for long?"

"Just for a bit. You've got a rather nice ass. We put it together really well."

"Thank you."

The otter stepped out of the elevator one floor down, as she'd been told, and walked down the hallway to one of the automated doors for the Institute's supplies. It opened as it scanned her face, allowing her access, and she stepped into the sex toy room.

She felt a little flicker in the back of her head, guiding her through the different aisles with unmarked boxes and shelves. The implant and the hypnosis that she'd been given during her transformation and conditioning transmitted commands and information from her master's terminal, making it easier for her to find things. Even the part of her that was Dexter was appreciative of that, as it made everything much easier than trying to find it on her own.

Eventually, she stumbled upon the proper container, a large, flat one that was pushed to the back of the fourth shelf in the fifth row from the door. The otter reached into it, and pulled out a large horse-cock dildo, one that was about the length of her forearm and quite a bit heavier than she expected. When she ran her fingers over it, she realized it was because it was at least coated in metal, if not actually made of it.

This is going to be heavy...hell, it'll make my ass work overtime trying to keep it inside of me, she thought, even as a part of her wondered how it would affect her posture. Something like this rammed inside of her, so hard and rigid, would make it more difficult to slouch, that was for sure.

But her master had asked her to use it, so use it she would. She put it down on the ground and flipped up her skirt, the lack of underwear making it easy to grind on the head of the horse dildo. The flared head was almost big enough to give her something to sit on, but as she started to press down, she could already feel her altered hole starting to drip, making its own lube so that she could take the toy more easily.

Just a little more...

She moaned, her voice coming out more slutty than it used to, her fat, cock-sucker lips a marked departure from her former body. She still remembered it, sometimes, her old body of a normal male otter. Now, she was just the caricature of sexuality that the Institute wanted her to be. Not quite an agent, but a tool and toy to be handed out where it needed to be. And right now, she needed to be with Master Franklin.

Hehehe...though he doesn't know that everyone else is watching him, yet.

A little giggle left the otter's lips as she finally pushed down, her ass cheeks parting to let the flared head in past her hole. She ached for it for a moment, feeling it stretching her impossibly wide, but the modifications from the Institute let it happen, the toy sliding deep inside of her without the slightest difficulty. It was still a stretch, particularly at the tip, but she could take it.

The harder part, it turned out, was standing up again. There must have been a lot of metal in the dildo, because she felt like she was anchored to the floor, struggling to pull herself off of the ground. Even trying to stand up, she could feel that it was more likely that the dildo would pop out of her than it would be for her to actually hold it inside on the way up.

Eventually, she had to push back at the base from underneath with one hand, and pull herself up with the shelves with another. It worked, but she could feel the dildo in her, almost threatening to pull itself out from how heavy it was in her ass.

She started walking around, getting used to the new pressure, to the way that it made her stand. It certainly pushed her chest forward with the way that it adjusted her spine, and she could feel it pressing deep inside of her body, almost thrusting forward against inner organs. It was a good thing that the Institute had changed so much about her, or that cock might have done some serious damage.

Once she was used to it, she stepped away from the toys and walked back to the hallway. Her hips swaying around almost felt like they could be weapons, considering the weight that was swaying them about. It was getting easier to deal with, but it was still strange, almost like the toy was making it so that this sort of heavy, sultry swaying was the only way that she could walk.

A quick elevator ride and a trip down the hallway later, she was back to her master's office. Franklin Jones was shaking hands with the buyers that had come by, wishing them well with a smile and a nod of his head, and was only just turning to her when she walked up. He grinned, patting her on the head, and she bowed her head slightly to give him the respect that he was due.

"Looks like my little girl found just what she needed."

"I did, master, thank you."

"Alright, what's left on the agenda?"

A flicker went through her head, bringing that information to mind immediately, like a good girl. She giggled.

"It looks like the rest of the schedule is free, master. There's a fair bit of work back at home that I have to do, but you're free of all the business meetings that you're scheduled for."

"Alright then. How about you go get stuff ready for dinner at home, and I'll get some extra paperwork done here?"

"Of course, sir."

"Ah."

"Yes, master?"

"You'll give me a blowjob, first."

"Of course, master."

She lowered herself beneath the desk, some small part of her wondering how she had changed so much, but the rest of her just enjoying it.

#

The feeling of satisfaction lasted all the way home, and as she stepped into the house, she remembered Franklin's commands. The master wanted her to get dinner ready, but there were other, more constant rules that had to be put into effect first. The otter shucked off her skirt, and then pulled her shirt off, leaving her bare.

"Where did I put that leg-spreader..."

It was among all the other equipment in the hall closet, of course, and she knelt down to start pulling it on. It wasn't that hard, in all reality. She was used to them, by now, having lived with Franklin for about a month now, and he had his specific rules.

Never go without a leg spreader or a gag.

Never wear anything but the bondage equipment that I provide for you at home.

Make sure that your cock never spills on anything valuable.

That last rule was the hardest to follow, if she was being honest. The feeling of her cock always being pent up, throbbing and drooling in front of her at the drop of a hat, was something that she couldn't get rid of no matter how hard she tried. It just kept popping back up, begging for attention and throbbing all the more when she tried to distract herself with something else. All that she accomplished was a distraction from what she was supposed to be doing.

In the end, she'd learned to be resolved to the fact that she was going to drip everywhere, and just make sure that she never let her cock dangle over something that she couldn't clean. The otter was happy with that, and Master Franklin was happy enough with it.

Of course, putting it on normally was already a bit tricky. Putting it on with the heavy dildo in her ass was much harder. She could feel the thick, heavy metal every time that she moved, particularly when she put her legs in the spreader. It was much harder to clench her asshole tight, and she felt the edge of the dildo sliding out between her ass cheeks before she bumped it against the wall and pulled it back in, moaning all the while.

With her legs pushed apart, her mouth held open with a ring-gag, and her tail pulled up and pressed against her collar, she was ready for work. She waddled her way to the kitchen, pulling out a couple of steaks that the alligator had put out for tonight, and started working some seasoning into them. It was a little tricky to do that with her mouth gaping open and drooling, but she did her best, ensuring that the drool landed in a nearby cup instead.

Her cock throbbed as she worked some onion slices in among the meat, setting it in olive oil to rest for a while, before turning her attention to the kitchen. It was in a bit of a state, and she could get it cleaned up for when the master arrived.

As she reached for the broom, a part of her wondered why it was so easy to be happy about all of this. While she had been something of a slut in her previous days - or so she somewhat remembered - she was sure that this hadn't been part of it. She had gotten fucked, and she would leave, find a different partner, always moving around and finding something that would be enjoyable for her for that night. Or, for him that night, when she was still male, now that she was thinking about it.

These days, she was happy to serve where she was put, and it was a little strange to realize that sort of change in her thinking. It wasn't painful, and thinking back to the other life, she felt almost completely grateful to the Institute for changing her and making her into something that was a little more unique and interesting than the one-night-stand otter that she had been. At least, now, she had purpose.

Purpose of what sort? Who knew? But she did.

The otter hummed to herself as she swept the kitchen clean, then got down the rags to wipe up the cum spills that had inevitably occurred as a result of her dripping. By the time that was done, it was time for her to get cooking.

The steaks were just coming off of the stove when the door opened, and she smiled around the ring gag as much as she could.

"Mmmph!"

"I'll be there in a moment, Toy."

"Mmm-mmm."

She plated up the steak, taking out the baked potato from the oven and putting it down with a cut down the middle for the rest of the food. She had the food on the table by the time that Master Franklin had come down the hall, and the alligator grinned to himself. Though, in all honesty, she wasn't sure if he was looking at the food, or at her.

The way that he picked her up and threw her over the table, she was pretty sure it was at her.

"Heh, you've almost forgotten about that toy already?"

She blinked. The otter looked back, only to gasp through the gag as she felt the heavy metal push past her rim already. She clenched down, feeling the slippery metal sliding down and away from her ass already, but there was no stopping it on its way out. Only the flare held it back for a bit, but even that was just clinging to the inside of her rim rather than anything else. She gasped, panting as she clenched down on it in a desperate attempt to hold it, but it was just inevitable for it to -

CLANG!

It hit the ground like a gong, going off and filling the room with the clattering sound of heavy metal on something solid. She almost jumped out of her fur, only held down by the heavy hand on her back as her master leaned in and started rubbing her neck.

"Mmmm, ever since I saw you running around in the bars, I knew that you were something better than a triggered agent. You'd be better served working with someone like me, serving me, keeping me happy so that I can make sure that the Institute gets on to bigger and better things."

Mmmph...not quite...but...I'm glad that you like it.

She giggled, knowing that he didn't know the real purpose that he'd been allowed to take her for. Franklin Jones, one of the best salesmen of the Institute, was under suspicion of lining his own pockets and keeping slaves that were sold for himself, re-selling them outside of official Institute lines. It was up to her to find out if that was true or not, and if it was, to make sure that he was suitably handled.

Even so, she was happy that he enjoyed owning her, though that was part of the programming she was sure. The higher ups were very good at that, making sure that she was kept in the mood to do what she was told, that she wanted to keep up with her duties, that she craved giving him submission and obeisance, just so that he would keep her around and make sure that he didn't suspect what she was doing.

He ground against her back, his hand pushing down on her tail as his cock started grinding against her ass. She moaned, arching her back upwards to try and give him a better angle, and he took it, thrusting between her ass cheeks as her hard cock dribbled to the ground beneath the table.

"Mmm, already dripping for me, hmm? Throbbing and wet, eager for your master's cock?"

"Mmm-hmmm."

"Let's give it to you, then."

He lowered his cockhead to her aching ass, and she blushed as she felt just how empty she felt. The metal dildo had given her quite the workout, and despite the way that she tightened back up after it had slid out, she was still horny as all hell from the feeling of being emptied. She needed something big inside of her, and he had just the thing.

She pushed back as he ground the fat head of his smaller cock against her. She knew how his girth was bigger than his length, and she couldn't wait for the feeling of that stretch. His scaly belly pressed against the base of her tail as he started working his way in, slowly pushing his way past her rim and letting her feel every thick inch of his shaft as he started sliding deeper, deeper, and deeper still.

Moaning past the gag, Delphine vaguely registered an image on the phone he'd tossed down on the table, something that looked like a slave. Her brain took a mental photograph of it, compared it to the other slaves in the database she'd been hypnotized to remember, and had it in her head as a girl that Franklin had 'sold' three months ago. From the records in her head, the lizard girl was someone that hadn't been given back, yet that was definitely a resale picture.

The information was stored away, and forgotten in favor of the pleasure that was coming as that thick cock started rubbing against her prostate. The otter opened her mouth wider, drooling around the gag in her mouth, oozing over the table as she panted and gasped for breath. It was so thick, so hard, so heavy as it slid over her prostate, making her feel every bit of it. The constant pressure had her cock dribbling, her eyes widening, her body shaking with pleasure that wouldn't leave.

"Heh, you want more, slave?"

"Mm-hmm!"

"Then ride it."

Delphine was more than happy to do that, thrusting her hips back to take more of that cock into her ass, starting to bounce back and forth. The slight tension on the rope to her tail pulled on it every now and then, making it more sore, but she didn't care. She needed that dick, needed to feed her ass.

Up and down, up and down she went, her nipples scraping against the table and leaving them hard and a little sore, but she didn't care. She needed the dick. Needed it as far into her as she could get it.

Finally, her ample ass pressed up against the alligator's crotch, holding him against her, feeling him swelling and throbbing already. He growled over her, his jaws clacking together as he snapped in excitement, his body feeling like it was throbbing and pulsing with his own need, his powerful excitement.

He grabbed her by the hips, spanking her as she worked herself back and forth, riding his cock, stretching out her rim with every fast bounce back. She moaned, feeling his balls swinging forward and slapping off of hers when he could no longer resist, knowing that they were stuffed to the brim with cum that she could get. Delphine moaned, going up on tiptoes, her toes curling against the ground as he hammered at her, pulling her back and forth finally, using her like a little toy.

Finally, he pulled her off of the floor, her legs spread wide as he held her beneath her knees. He bounced her up and down, her toes curling in desperate bliss, her body aching and shivering as she was filled, emptied, and filled again. He grinned as he bit her on the neck, the gator whispering in her ear.

"You're mine, Delphine. You're too good a slave for anyone else to have...and I'm going to enjoy your body like this every damn day."

Up and down, up and down, her toes curling, her feet wrinkling in pleasure as she moaned. Her cock was throbbing, begging for relief that she knew wouldn't come. Chastity was total in the Institute once you became a product, only released by the highest of the people in the organization. Franklin was almost there, but not quite. Part of why they had her looking into him.

He finally pulled her down to the base of his cock, holding her there as he came. The feeling was so close to pushing her over the edge, painfully so, but it was just short. She shivered, groaning under her breath as he slid her onto the table. He wiped his cock off on her feet, and situated the otter so that she was facing her plate while he was seated facing his, with her just-fucked ass right in view for him.

"Make sure to wiggle it a bit. I want to get a good show while I'm eating."

Delphine did as she was told, a mental note popping up to call the Institute later, when he was asleep. It was forgotten just as fast as she focused more on the food in front of her, more than willing to stuff herself silly while she was waiting for him to get up the energy to do the same to her ass once more. That first orgasm wasn't going to be nearly enough for the alligator, she was sure; he'd want more before the night was over, and she was happy to oblige.

The End